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Fave darkly comic lyric of the moment: "I can hear the cries of the dead. Maybe it's my neighbor beating his dog in the basement"
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"You are now sexy in your culture" - Michael http://bit.ly/businesstrip
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@dkclay I take offense! I would never buy that old a Mac system!
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@smalldice You should take a head shot up with your new do and put it up as your Twitter avatar ... hint, hint ...
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@AmyJane John. b/c of influence. He might be able to convince them the problem exists regardless of it's an appearance at the required time.
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@cameronmoll Shelby & RH ... such an unlikely yet serendipitous couple: The Black Hornet is, indeed, a fine example of restoration hardware.
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@hotdogsladies Bastard! A fine manipulation! Are you tracking how many people are clicking through?
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New blog post: Learned Helplessness http://tinyurl.com/5jcztx
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It appears that my doppelgänger has written a piece for the New York Times: http://bit.ly/remonstrance
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Someday, I will begin receiving status updates on my phone again (http://bit.ly/utterfrustration). I await that day with frustration.
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NYT's page on the developing saga of the formation of Obama's administration has profiles on members & contenders: http://bit.ly/TeamObama
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Someday, I will not spend my Sundays behind the coffee counter at the farmer's market. Until then, Sundays are a bit fatiguing.
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Don't worry @alfranken. You're good enough, you're smart enough, and, darnit, people like you.
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@dkclay We Californians seem an inconsistent lot: nicer to animals than we are to ourselves.
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@hchamp Indeed, my Joy at witnessing a beautiful & historic nat'l event is marred by an ugly one here at the state level. Shame on you, CA.
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Call me Mr. Classy but Palin? ... go back to Alaska.
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McCain's concession speech. My stomach is in knots. I hoped, but thought I might never hear it.
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The joy I'm feeling right now goes some way toward mitigating the pain of the last 8 years. Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Bush.
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