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Words and phrases I intend to incorporate into my vocabulary post-haste:

• "Pretzeldunce Chimpy McFlightsuit"
  
• Haterade
• "Wait, I have to ask Bill Napoli."
• "He's clearly in the gem diamond trade."
  

And it's off to Charlotte for the weekend to see The Chad, play some croquet, and drink some champagne.

Thanks For Nothing.

You know what? Screw you guys. I'm done.

Us? We're Light.

Nochnoi Dozor is good. They worked some trailer magic, but the film in enjoyable. Next on the menu is Dave Chappelle's Block Party, because it would be unamerican not to.

I'm not going to bother re-writing what others have written more brilliantly, but I'm getting back into hyper-pissed off mode right in time for mid-term elections, which I sadly don't know much about yet, but intend to correct asap.

My mother is becoming my new hero for the moment, because she is planning workshop in Nashville in April that will bring together a representatives of Focus on the Family, the ACLU, a host of clergy from all religions and assorted politicians to discuss the complicity of the Christian clergy in the Holocaust. It coincides with a new documentary on the subject, and she's working with the filmmaker on future, larger projects. Yay Mom!

I will now roast pork.