I've never been big into politics, my philosophy has always been to avoid any group of people who buy into anything too unflinchingly. That said, I'm getting into the 2004 presidential race, partly because we talk a lot about it at work. Normally I'm too lazy to go and vote for anything, but if Kerry wins the nomination I'll probably vote for him. I couldn't in good conscience vote for Dubya. I like Clark the most, just because I like the idea of a president who's truly neither a democrat nor a republican. Plus my parents knew him in the army, and my mom liked him and my dad didn't (or at least not enough to want to vote for him now...actually a good sign in my book).

My only foray into politics was in fifth grade, as I capitalized on my massive homeroom popularity to win one of the two seats Mr. Zarling's class had on the Range Line student council. I proudly served alongside my comrade and co-representative Roo Holdmann, wielding my newfound politic with a captivating flourish and a cunning sense of Robert's Rules of Order. Generous to allies and exacting to foes, I was equal parts Coolidge and William Jennings Bryan, always wearing my affinity for Jeffersonian Agrarianism proudly upon my sleeve. Our impact was so great that once, after returning to our room early after a lunchtime meeting, Mr. Zarling chastised us for being there; he didn't realize we were his class' student council reps.

In any case, we did leave our mark at the last student council meeting. All year we had been somewhat nonplussed by the fact that Karen Dmochowsky-a fourth grader, no less!--was president. Of course I later got to know and become friends with Karen because of her brother, whose hockey statistics are proudly kept in the upper-righthand corner of this blog. But while Karen may have blossomed into a lovely girl, she was less than an impressive leader as president of the Range Line Student Council. Treating this as something of an affront to our political dignities, we saw our end-of-year elections as a chance to offer a final "fuck you" to Mrs. McCurdy and her cadre of Rovian demogogues.

In a glorious act of political dissension, my fellow revolutionaries and I--I distinctly remember Allen Brown being a party to this--saw to it that as many second-graders as possible were elected into executive positions for the next year. The best part was that our treachery seemed to elude the school's administrators entirely. It truly is the small victories in life upon which we build the fondest memories.

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Most would argue that our ability to reason stands as the single greatest driver of man's rise to domination of the food chain. But no one ever mentions the fact that human beings are waterproof. Think about it.

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I bet I have more pent-up irrational hatred towards Brian Setzer than you do. Fucking no-talent assfuck dicklicker.

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This is a graphic-intensive day...first, fun with photoshop (not my work)


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Mulldogg suggested the Godfather of Soul's recent mugshot might challenge Nick Nolte's...you be the judge. Why are celebrity mugshots so entertaining? There's a long answer to that, but rather than discuss it, just go to The Smoking Gun to look at more.



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Today I informed two of the partners at our firm that Fez on "That 70's Show" isn't gay, he just has a Castillian (sp?) accent. I gotta say, that's still a quality show, even if the Kelso-having-a-baby deal and the Eric-Donna engagement is a bit much at times.

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Riding in Mukul's car to and from work today (about 20 minutes each way) we had on this pop radio station, and both times I heard "It's my life" by No Doubt and "Hey Ya" by Outkast. Both are good songs, but please.

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I think whenever someone brings up affirmative action in that "What do you think of affirmative action?" type way, it's always because they're against it and they feel they have some foolproof reasoning to make anyone who supports it change their minds. Lame.

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So for about a month I didn't have any file-sharing stuff on my computer, but then I needed some songs and realized Kazaa Lite got sued and took down their site. Luckily, I found OldVersion.com, which has--surprise!!!--old versions of some good stuff.

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I keep meaning to sit down and write a review of my iRiver ihp-120, which I bought myself for Christmas. But I'm lazy. Long-story short--it fucking rocks, I use it all the time, and the battery lasts forever.