My parents, Margie and Rich Schenck, are in town! Jess and the two of them waited for two hours until the 8pm West Wing episode. I suggested watching Sports Night in the mean time. It went well. I was reading on the internet, as per my M.O.
Times are good. Coffee is better than alcohol. I missed working out today, but the white Lexus got fixed (for the time being). I will have to get the back wheel of my bike fixed, since it acquired a spur that ended it. Jess and I watched Law & Order after 'rents left to go to their hotel (Windmill Suites--very nice). Yasser Arafat died this afternoon, and I read the whole NYTimes obit by Judith Miller, who I think should not be being published because of her treasonous credulity of the Bush Administration's WMD lies. I don't care if you can write an infromative article about Yasser. Don't believe the hype.
I'm considering moving to the land of hyperbole and eventually privileging metonymy over metaphor. It's a duty.
As per Jeremy G.'s review of The Incredibles: consider, American, that in presupposing the evidentness of French scumbagness, that said presupposition secures primary and originary scumbagness of smug American. Call me an Anti-American if you dare. I'm more of a dynamo than any Sean Hannity.
God bless the U.S.A.