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This is pretty cool. Weekend summary later.
werkz advice: go see it!
the new film Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle is a perfect stoner comedy for the new millenium. Rather than tired jokes and a cliched storyline, H and K manages to push ethnic and racial boundaries in a number of funny directions, leading to a great comedy that doesn't leave you with a bad taste in your mouth. Several scenes, including one of an abusive relationship between a man and his marijuana lover, are too amusing to miss out on. Go see it today!
Um...I guess the new funny line will be, "I'm Rick James' Ghost, Bitch!"
Simply nauseating.
No bounce for Kerry. The Democrats and their pollsters will tell you this is because the electorate has already made up its mind. But if that is the case, why are they campaigning? Why have a convention in the first place? In reality, at least 10 percent of the population is undecided, and John Kerry's convention appears to have gotten none of them.
The other explanation is stylistic. Kerry rushed his speech, stepping on his applause lines. Then there was the sweat on his brow and chin, not quite Nixonian lip sweat, but enough to distract.
Nixonian lip sweat? What? What? Dr. Kraphammer has outdone himself...why does he refuse to focus on issues?
Bad jobs numbers. Apparently we "turned the corner"...over a cliff.
Remember, we have to add 150K jobs each month just to keep pace with population increases. So 32K is really, really bad. Not to mention that most analysts had us pegged at a growth of 200K beforehand.
Okay, first you have to read these posts about Michelle Malkin's new book. (There are a few more at the site, too.) Just the other day someone asked me at work, "Hey, do you know some stupid conservatives?" I replied in the affirmative, and Michelle Malkin was the first name I thought of. Now, despite the fact that almost no one would argue that Japanese-American internment during WWII was a good thing, MM is there to push the envelope. Well, two can play at that game. Go check out these crazy photoshop covers from her new book. Laugh.
Hmm. Let's see. Sandy Berger, investigated, probably cleared. Tons of media. Well, let's see how Richard Shelby is treated. So far, it looks like a slap on the wrist:
Federal investigators concluded that Sen. Richard C. Shelby (R-Ala.) divulged classified intercepted messages to the media when he was on the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, according to sources familiar with the probe.
Specifically, Fox News chief political correspondent Carl Cameron confirmed to FBI investigators that Shelby verbally divulged the information to him during a June 19, 2002, interview, minutes after Shelby's committee had been given the information in a classified briefing, according to the sources, who declined to be identified because of the sensitive nature of the case.
Cameron did not air the material. Moments after Shelby spoke with Cameron, he met with CNN reporter Dana Bash, and about half an hour after that, CNN broadcast the material, the sources said. CNN cited "two congressional sources" in its report.
The FBI and the U.S. attorney's office pursued the case, and a grand jury was empaneled, but nobody has been charged with any crime. Last month it was revealed that the Justice Department had decided to forgo a criminal prosecution, at least for now, and turned the matter over to the Senate Ethics Committee.
The Senate Ethics Committee? What a joke. Dick should have to go through a criminal investigation at the least, considering his motive was to smear the DCI. Hell, why can't we all agree that this is unacceptable behavior?
I'd tell you to go support the guy running against Shelby next fall but he seems a little...er...nuts. So give to the DNC instead.
Free speech zones stink. Enough said.
A lot of people complain about taxes. I, for one, do not. But if you live in DC, and people complain from New York, or California, about taxes, show them this. Or this. As far as sales tax is concerned, that baseline DC rate of 5.75 is misleading, given that everytime you purchase a meal, the tax rate is 10%. Top that, NYC people...
The last three days I have put so much food in myself at dinner that I have been sick each instance. Self-control will have to begin in earnest tonight.
And speaking of tonight, Deborah should be rejoining the 'werkz crew later this evening. Hopefully she's accumulated some stories from her european adventures. In honor of her return, we're going to be having an actual party on the 14th. Come one, come all! If you're a regular and you didn't get the e-mail be sure to harass me. No, really. It's been so long since I've had people over (those were cookouts, remember? they were not parties) that some e-mail information may have lapsed.
Okay. Back to work. My stomach still hurts.
I say kyu-pon. Many say ku-pon. The word in question is spelled "coupon". The dictionary says both pronounciations are valid. This page sort of agrees, but sides with ku-pon. Most sites imply that the "more educated" favor ku-pon. Fincher confirmed that the word (which is french) sounds more like ku-pon in its original state. Go figure. It's like Nevada I guess.
This issue of the "White House Trail Mix" is absurd. Let's roll the tape:
On the surface, it might seem politically wise to manage a convention free of unpleasant dispute and devoid of any agenda that might disturb independent-minded voters.
But it is unimaginable to think that the Bush campaign team will let Democrats get away with this. Those at the Republican convention, beginning late this month in New York, now have an easy task to perform. Bush’s faithful only need to tell the nation what Democrats really stand for on the wedge issues.
Democrats did little to protect themselves at their convention. Instead of formally adopting politically palatable views, they simply dodged debate.
If Kerry wants to run on a more moderate platform, he should have shown the leadership to prod his party to the right. Instead he chose to pacify Democratic interest groups and bypass the tough choices.
Politically palatable views? I mean, even I, as a liberal hawk, think that if we knew then what we know now about Iraq, we never would've invaded. So I have to admit I was wrong. Mr. Crawford is evidently smoking crack and still believes the invasion was justified based on faulty evidence. Gay marriage? Should party activists actually try to deny people visitation rights in hospitals? I think that civil unions are a better solution (because the state shouldn't be involved with religion) but does that make me a crazy person?
Read the whole thing, then complain to CQ. Oh, wait...some people already did:
CORRECTION
A column in Friday's edition of CQ Today at the Conventions, called "White House Trail Mix" and written by CQ special contributor Craig Crawford, should have been identified as a work of opinion. Also, the article incorrectly stated that "activist Democrats" at the convention were opposed to gun control.
Funny. The article actually doesn't label the gun control thing incorrectly. But the article itself is a giant lie.
Yep, they lie. Not much of a shocking cartoon, but funny anyway.
Friday night was enjoyable. I visited Marrakesh, a Moroccan theme-park-like restaurant where there are 7 courses not including a belly-dancer break. The food was so-so...and the drinks were expensive. The beef course was by far the best, but unfortunately was consumed within thirty seconds. The chicken course ran a distant second, with the others ending up far behind. My biggest beef with the deal was that the restaurant, where we racked up almost a $500 tab, didn't accept credit cards. I mean, come on, guys, welcome to the 21st century. The other major negative was that the restaurant was full of white tourists. If you're hitting the Hard Rock Cafe near Ford's theater, this clientele is to be expected. But next to the convention center just off New York Avenue? I was surprise to say the least.
Thankfully, the company kept during the evening more than made up for the lack of credit and excessive tourists. (The sight of an old white man shaking his butt next to the belly dancer continues to replay through my diseased brain) And when it ended, alas too shortly, we retired to the always-packed waterfront. A few brisk beverages later, Jill called to meet up. I met her halfway and we exited Georgetwon by way of P St, passing the subtle 7-11 on our way out. Needing a quick bite, we dropped in (though filled with my marrakesh meal, I was thirsty) and Jill informed me she'd never had a spicy bite.
To remedy this obvious oversight on her stomach's part, I purchased one and handed it to her to cover in condiments while I paid the cashier. A second later I heard a strange noise. Backing up from the counter, I walked a few paces towards Jill and discovered that she had experienced a major mustard malfunction: bright yellow goop covered the right side of her pants. Looking like a pair of painters, I said adieu to the store and we vanished into the night.
Saturday dawned bright and hot. I caught the MLS game with Jill. Despite being surrounded by dorky white people and preppy white people, we managed to have a good time watching the East side scoring three impressive goals in the victory. I need to see DC United more. We left shortly thereafter. Enjoyed the sun. A movie later. Not so much craziness. Sunday was going well, until Leto kidnapped me. (Very Bourne-ish, actually...) Later, Brad, Jill and I got lost looking for late-night shopping in the boondocks of NoVA. And now I'm here in my office!