Friday, 28 November 2008

Make with the carrot or die!

I saw this Pixar short at the movies a few months ago and laughed my little butt off! I can totally relate to this hungry bunny. I pity the fool who dares to step between me and my lunch...

Thursday, 27 November 2008

Best music video ever?

Judge for yourself, over a decade later, and still arguably the best (certainly the coolest) music video ever made, not to mention a damn good song. (Reason number 6.254 why my mum is the coolest chick on the planet; she actually owns this album -OK Computer-) Here's Radiohead with "Paranoid Android".

And for an added bonus, here they are again with the beautiful "Street spirit (fade out)".

Tuesday, 25 November 2008

Meanwhile in South Africa

So we're all nice and giddy that Obama (aka the good guys) won, but at the same time, history is taking a giant step back in the Rainbow Nation. The election of Jacob Zuma has caused the ANC to split, and the political war between these former allies is seemingly sucking up all the energy that should be going into solving South Africa's very serious and numerous problems.

It's been over fourteen years since majority rule was established and South-Africa freed itself from the shackles of apartheid. The country has been triumphant in many ways. Its people were able to forgive the unforgivable and establish a sense of unity amongst very recent combatants. South Africa has become a shining example for the other countries on the African continent, but there is still a long way to go. After all this time its painfully obvious to everyone that the rich are stil rich, and the poor are becoming ever more desperate. The still fresh wound of history and the growing unrest about this giant gap between the haves and the have nots, combined with fear and frustration about the impossibly high crime and Aids numbers, have created an atmosphere where a controversial figure like Jacob Zuma could rise to power. And that doesn't predict much good for South-Africa's future.

Zuma is a man who has stood trial for rape and several times for corruption. Who believed that a shower afterwards meant sufficient Aids prevention. Who claims that the ANC is chosen by god to rule 'his' country until the second coming of Christ, and who cannot separate his religious beliefs from his responsibilities as leader of the (secular!) African National Congress. This is the man who inspires the ANC Youth League, an ever louder voice on the rapidly desintegrating political stage. A stage where the (unintentional) "farce" seems to be the performance of choice.

It probably needs to get worse before it can get better, but let's hope they can pull a Nelson once more and prove to all of us that "Yes they can" as well...

Monday, 24 November 2008

Say what!?!

In an attempt to shred whatever confidence the world may have had left in his mental health and sense of reality, (thank FUCK we're almost rid of him) soon to be ex-president Bush claims to be 'very pleased' with the outcome of the Iraq war.

Dude is clearly trippin'!

Winter wondering

The weather has adapted itself to the darkness in my mind. Since receiving truly awful news on thursday night I've been living in a daze. My thoughts are like angry Guantanamo prison guards, whipping me back to reality whenever I dare to drift off into kinder regions of my consciousness. The temporary bliss of forgetting is always swiftly followed by the punishment of guilt. Fairness and justice have forsaken us. I have never been more sure that a god cannot exist.

For the first time in years winter feels like itself. Blistering cold, shrill winds and snow force us indoors, and as we huddle together with hot chocolate and board games, we develop Stockholm Syndrom for the hostage taker sent to us by nature itself. Sunday, usually a day for athletics and leisure, finds us confused, as the playing fields are snowed over and we wander the city aimlessly in our sweatpants, bewilderd by the disruption in our weekend routine.

The supermarket shelves are cleaned out of their chocolate milk and apple pie contents. We are creatures of habit, and the pavlovian response to cold presents itself as a sugar craving. We are cold, we are hungry, and we don't want to be alone.

Monday morning bares the ugly face of a winter hangover. The beautiful white blanket that embraced the landscape last night has disappeared, leaving nothing behind but brown slush and half melted snowmen standing lob-sided and alone in the city parks like forgotten statues of heroes past (after they've suffered a cripling apoplectic stroke). For a minute it looks like winter has left us already, to make way for the dreary autumn rains that now seem to last all year round. But as I make my way to work, the wind picks up and my vision is quickly blurred by thick snowflakes that coat the world with white. How I wish they would cover my minds eye...

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Fearless in the kitchen

I've put in a little guest appearance on my friend Karen's foodblog; "Fearless in the Kitchen". Feel free to check it out, especially if you like your meatballs!

Fancy talk


Top 5 hospital horror stories

Let's face it, being a doctor is gross! I have a lot of doctor friends and therefore hear a lot of hospital-related stories. Like the other day, when one of my friends kindly informed me that she had professionally ass-fingered at least two of the people in the bar we were at. So in honour of their hard work and cruel jokes at the expense of their patients (which I thorougly enjoy by the way),
here's my top 5 hospital horror stories:

5. When doing an internship at the maternity ward, one of my friends learned of a baby that had been scarred for life. Because her twatwaffle parents couldn't decide on naming her Priscilla or Tiffany (both real winners if you ask me), they named the poor thing Prisciffany instead! To be fair this is not technically a horror story, but I find the knowledge that people like this exist in large numbers sufficiently frightening.

4. What is a hospital horror story list without the mandatory 'mystery object in da butt' contribution? I've heard of many strange finds in the rectal cavity ranging from cucumbers, to beer bottles, to cell phones, to toys (the kind actual kids are supposed to play with). You name it and it has undoubtedly been inserted in some dude's backside at one point or another. The best part is usually the patient's explanation of how it got there. "Well doctor, I was walking in the supermarket produce section when I slipped and fell on the zucchini..." Yeah right! One unlucky bastard was actually brave enough to confess that he had voluntarily put a vibrator up himself, but in the throws of passion he apparently fell out of bed and onto his bedside table, pushing the vibrator in deep beyond his reach. Because the thing was moving so much, the doctors had to wait for the batteries to run out before they could extract it, but by that time he had perforated his colon and had to undergo extensive surgery.

3. This one is kind of sad. A demented and seriously neglected old lady came into the hospital with a variety of ailments, but when she took off her clothes she actually made on of the doctors throw up (after he had excused himself of course). Her bra had grown into her skin, because she hadn't taken it off in over a decade, and she wore another one over it (for support I guess). But the worst part was in her panties, where she kept an onion to keep the maggots from falling out...

2. The next one is truly horrific and by all accounts not a fair example of the state of Dutch health care. When working in the OR, my ex-boyfriend suddenly got evacuated when a fire was discovered in a neighbouring operating room. As it turned out, a leaking oxygen bottle had caused a huge fire during an operation. The staff was forced to exit and seal the room to prevent more casualties, leaving the patient to be burnt alive on the operating table.

1. The story that works best at parties is this one: On a random saturday night a young couple enters the ER. They are both very upset and unwilling to look at eachother. They both have several deep lacerations, but the girl has them on her head, whilst the guy has them on his penis. After they've both been treated, the doctor summons them into an examination room to explain what happened. Reluctantly they start to tell the story of how, during a romantic dinner, things got a little hot and heavy, and the girl decided to crawl under the table in order to orally pleasure her boyfriend. During fellatio she has an epilectic seizure, causing her jaws to lock and her to bite down on his penis. In a state of agony and panic the boy grabs a fork from the table, and starts ramming it into his girlfriend's head in a desperate attempt to make her let go. Suffice to say it was probably the most traumatic three minutes of both of their lives...

I wonder if they are still together?

Gearing up music

I'm going to sound like a big girl saying this, but I love to play these guys when I'm cleaning the house or getting ready to go out. I played them often when I used to DJ because it's great music to dance to as well and it never feels dated or worn out. So please enjoy The Chemical Brothers in a collaboration with the awesome asshat Liam Gallagher, with "Setting Sun".

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Acting stupid

I don't know what it is about those four little words that make them so ever powerful. I can't tell you how many times I have done something massively stupid and potentially very dangerous just because someone looked at me defiantly and said "You wouldn't dare!". Even now, at twenty-frigging-seven years old, people are able to make me do dumb stuff on a dare. When will it end? Probably never, because I suspect that I secretly just really want to do those things, even though I know I probably shouldn't. I use the dare to silence my better judgement.

There are basically two kinds of dares. The one where you do something that is very likely to kill (or at the very least injure) you, and the one that makes you behave inappropriately. Like a few weeks ago, when I saw this boy with very VERY low riding jeans, the kind where your whole arse is hanging out, and since he was wearing skintight, faded white boxers which were worn to a thread, there was nothing left to the imagination. Did I mention we were at a gay bar? Anyway, my friends and I were cracking jokes at the lad's backside and I mentioned I would love to walk up to him and hoist those trousers up... You can guess what happened next right? He did look a little confused, and I suppose it was a bit rude of me, but so was he in literally wagging his tail in all our faces.

The dares that could have landed me in the hospital are too numerous to recall, but there was one last year that was particularly reckless, and fun! I was traveling Southern-Africa at the time, and was staying in Coffee Bay on the Wild Coast (formally known as the Transkaai, one of the ten black "homelands" during apartheid). We were on a three hour hike which ended at "Hole in the wall" (pictured above). A massive rock about one kilometre out into the ocean. We were supposed to have a picknick there, but it wasn't long before we were planning our little adventure to swim to, climb and jump the hole. In the picture the sea looks quite tame, but I assure you that things near the hole were very scary indeed.
The first problem were the razor sharp rocks. Just walking (crawling more like) into the water was a very painful and akward looking experience, but once we got to the rock we realised we had seen nothing yet. Trying to climb onto it, we cut everything that touched the evil stones and their nasty little barnacle friends. And we touched them a lot, since the waves kept smashing us into them. Once we had made it to the platform from where we could climb inside the 14 meter high hole in the wall, we started to realise what we had gotten ourselves into.
There we all were, bleeding profusely and about the jump back into the most shark infested waters in the world and the Great White's home turf. Shit! And that was only if we managed to survive the perilous climb up into the hole and time our jump precisely so we wouldn't plummet to our deaths, or be hurled back on the rocks by an overenthusiastic wave. We had to hit the (hopully shark-free) wave precisely mid hole and drag our bloody bodies back to safety. Which we did. Except for this one giant tattood guy who got so scared for the jump that we had to borrow a child's canoe in order to get the big wuss back on dry land.

Best time ever!

Tuesday, 18 November 2008

I can't get no sleep...

Don't you just hate it when you feel incredibly knackered and are in fact so tired, that it's impossible to get to sleep? Yeah me too! And when you do finally get to sleep, it's that feverish, restless, nightmarish kind that ensures the waking up part is even shittier than the (failing) getting to sleep part. Last night was a perfect example of such a hell night, and when the sand man finally found me, he filled my head with nightmares of my parents getting divorced. Nice one! Thanks for nothing asshole, and you can tell the tooth fairy to go suck it as well. That stingy bitch seriously stuffed me back in the day, it was totally not worth it to tie that string to the door...

Here's Pete Philly and Perquisite with their take on the subject that is "Insomnia".

Monday, 17 November 2008


What a week it has been!

Besides the fact that the world is still in economic turmoil, and the stupid people are going crazy over the first black guy to be in charge of their uneducated asses, Africa is swiftly approaching a second "African World War" (the first one being the second Congolese Civil War 1998-2003).

Closer to home, I watched as two of my former professors argued on tv (presumably unaware they were being filmed) about national politics, and one of them (now a spokesman of defense policies for one of the major political parties) accidentally aired out the party dirty laundry by claiming that his party leader lacked all vision and ideas. Auch! But VERY entertaining for me.

I nearly killed someone on the hockey pitch on wednesday, when I smashed the ball right into the back of some poor girl's neck (granted, the silly cow had no business standing in the goal as the exercise was to finish on goal by hitting the ball high and as hard as humanly possible), but I still felt kind of bad when they had to call an ambulance for her.

On friday I found out I didn't get a job interview I'd heard I was a shoe-in for, because someone who has a senior position there had been lobbying her butt off for me, so that was kind of a buzzkill. But a weekend of hardcore sports and debauchery soon erased that little scratch on my giant ego, and I subsequently threw down like it was 1999 (when I was eighteen and my body could still handle such devious behaviour).

So that's, in a nutshell, why things have been a leetle quiet around here, apologies...

Wednesday, 12 November 2008


Let's face it. Everyone has wanted to do this at some point or other...

You had it coming! Especially you Lala, you know what you did...

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

I've no Obamafatigue what so ever

Zapiro nails it again...

Little sister

My snot-nosed little sister is moving in with her boyfriend and to a real grown-up people house. (That's her on the left, acting classy in Kuala Lumpur with my dad.) Besides the fact that I am truly happy for her, this event makes me feel quite old and a little inadequate. Since my digs don't come close to anything mildly resembling a "grown-up" residence, and my love life is, albeit interesting, hardly stable. But mostly it makes me a little melancholy, since there is no denying now that she, that we, in fact are growing up.

When we were little, we were for the most part mortal enemies. She had scratched my whole face open before she could even speak and had pushed me down the stairs by age five, and that was even before important matters as remote-control control became an issue. Being three years her elder, you'd expect the abuse to be coming from me, but she was one fierce little bugger. Actually, I'm pretty sure she could still take me, so I'd better check myself, before she wreckes myself...

It soon became clear that we would follow very different paths in life. Besides looking absolutely nothing alike (tiny, blond and fair-skinned versus an athletic and always tanned brunette), I had been earmarked as the resident smartass bookworm, and she was the roughneck who absolutely owned every sport she ever tried. Its funny (and in some cases very fortunate) how things can change, because whilst she is quite the foxy lady these days, back then, she put the boy in tomboy. Just as I am now pretty fanatic about sports, but was thoroughly rubbish and wholly uninterested as a child.

My sister however, was a star from the start at the football fields and tennis courts, and plays hockey to this day at a semi-professional level. She was able to excell at these sports because of her natural abillities but also her unbelievable discipline. A quality I wish I had some more off, and that has made her surpass this old bookworm in academic achievements. I am a college drop-out and she is one kick-ass physiotherapist in the making. Suffice to say I am very proud of her, especially since she has many other great qualities like; the best dolphin impression I have ever heard (she can basically do the entire zoo), the ability to dance off-beat (it's freaking hard, just try it) and the fact that she is probably willing to push out some grandkids in the next few years, taking the pressure off me (thanks chica, I owe you one!).

So to celebrate this momentous occasion here's one of our shared favourites, Everlast with, "What it's like".

In memoriam

Africa's songbird has sadly passed away this sunday. Also known as "Mamma Africa", Miriam Makeba was an exceptional singer and activist, exhiled from South Africa during the Apartheid rule, and a symbol for the extraordinary history of her country and its people. Her last performance was at 'Castel Volturno' in Italy, a concert in protest of the mafia-like organisation called the Camorra, where she collapsed whilst completing her life's work.

Here she is performing "Soweto Blues".

Monday, 10 November 2008

Monday night lullaby

This is such an incredible song. Please take a moment to listen to Nick Cave's beautiful "Into my arms".

Sunday, 9 November 2008

To the guy who pissed through my mail slot

Dear Sir Leaks-a-lot,

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for sharing the contents of your bladder with me and my hallway. Incontinence is a very serious issue, that until today had escaped my much deserved attention, but your vigilant nocturnal action has put your poignant sorrow front and centre.

Being sympathetic to your problem, I understand your desperate cry for help. However, I must object to your method. You see powerful as that statement was, it was also quite unhygienic and an unpleasant discovery for me. And I feel I am forced to halt your activism at this moment, in fear of having my front door smeared with feces, as I suspect you might also be suffering from severe poopie pantsitis.

Since a cure for these afflictions is yet to be found, I would like to bestow some relief upon you. In lieu of providing you with adult daipers (let's face it, those things only remind you of your misery in a very uncomfortable and -dare I say it- unsexy manner), I declare a pox on you, hopefully resulting in your swift demise and putting an end to your suffering.

Yours in dry dreams,


Still riding the high!

Random inappropriateness

This post is as obtuse as it is entertaining and it elevated the status of my knicker contents from slightly moist, to wet (random Top Gear reference anyone?) from laughing so hard.

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

Victory music

"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life. For me. And I'm feeling good!"

Here's Nina Simone, like me, "Feeling good".

President-elect Obama's speech

America, FUCK YEAH!

I have never been happier to have been proven wrong! A year ago I couldn't imagine the U.S. electing a black man (or a woman for that matter) as president. But they sure showed me. The stupid vs. smart war was actually won by the good guys, as the world breathes a sigh of relief.

Today I take my hat off to you America. Thank you for taking that giant leap forward and proving that you are not all the ignorant mouth breathers we sometimes perceive you to be.

Here's hoping the chosen one can live up to all our expectations.

Hope and fear

I've been giving myself an ulcer over these U.S. elections so why not waste another night of sleep and sobriety, live blogging as the results start pouring in. I'll be going old skool (without the streaking for a change) so don't expect any fancy schmancy Twitter action. Just refresh the page from time to time if you're interested in a live feed of my mental decline.

  • Midnight for me - 6 pm EST. The first polls are closing. Opens beer nr. 1, clenches buttocks...

  • 0.30 for me - 6.30 pm EST. I can't make up my mind on the channel I'm goin to watch this thing on. Somehow the Dutch commentary really rubs me the wrong way, even though they have some pretty smart and cool people at the table. CNN keep showing that horrible Colombian dude. Congratulations on your citizenship but please get the hell off my screen! Where in the name of all that is holy is my Anderson Cooper? I guess it's going to be the BBC. Opening beer nr. 2...

  • 01.00 for me - 7 pm EST. Oh it's on now! I'm back at CNN because Anderson Cooper showed up (and because there was some confusion on the word 'count' on BBC, the Americans on the panel kept hearing it as 'cunt', which didn't do the discussion much good).

  • 01.15 for me - 7.15 pm EST. The first numbers are looking WAY too close for comfort. I was promised a landslide victory goddamnit!

  • 01.45 for me - 7.45 pm EST. I'm momentarily loving the BBC (during the CNN commercial break), they are saying McCain still wishes he'd chosen Liebermann as his running mate, and are being wonderfully smug and British about it. (You'll just have to imagine the dry condescending laughter.)

  • 02.15 for me - 8.15 pm EST. Apparently two people called "Sununu" and "Shaheen" are also battling it out against eachother in the senatorial elections for New Hampshire. Am I a total dumbass for thinking they sound like 'Lion King' characters?

  • 02.45 for me - 8.45 pm EST. I am digging the CNN predictions of Obama's win in Pennsylvania in a big-ass way and am suddenly not that tired anymore. Go Virginia! Maybe I'll get some sleep tonight after all...

  • 03.15 for me - 9.15 pm EST. James Carville looks like a cross between football referee Colina and LOTR's Gollem. Also, why is everyone on CNN orange?

  • 03.30 for me - 9.30 pm EST. OMGWTFBBQ! Why do I need to listen to Hank "douchebag extaordinaire" Williams Jr. on CNN? When you cut to McCain headquarters I want to see Republicans crapping their pants, not some hillbilly on a ukulele.

  • 03.35 for me - 9.35 pm EST. Hell yeah! They called Ohio for Obama (no Republican has ever won without Ohio since Lincoln). Maybe I can finally start unclenching...

  • 03.50 for me - 9.50 EST. Man alive, the voting system in the U.S. is weird! Why not just count all the votes and do the math? (before anyone starts screaming at me, I understand that there are a lot of historical and political factors to take into account) But, this time it seems to be working, because it is frighteningly close in the popular vote, but Obama is killing it in the electoral vote (the one that counts).

  • 04.15 for me - 10.15 pm EST. Okay, this thing is pretty much over. I'm happy as a clam, but my alarm is going off in less than three hours, so I'm calling it a night. My confidence in the human race has grown a little tonight. Thanks America!

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

Belated Halloween cartoon

Since I'm too late with just about anything anyway (and hopefully after today we won't need to beat these dead horses anymore)...


I'm way too late to jump on the Pajiba feminista bandwagon, unfortunately ( go take a look, it's glorious). But when have I ever been known to let tardiness stop me? Therefore I present to you one of the smartest and most lovely ladies the music bizz has on offer. Here's Neneh Cherry with the unconquerable "Woman".

Monday, 3 November 2008

From Bob's mouth...

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather 'round people, wherever you roam. And admit that the waters around you have grown. And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you is worth savin'. Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone. For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen. And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again. And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin. And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'. For the loser now will be later to win. For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen please heed the call. Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall. For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled. There's a battle outside and it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls. For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land. And don't criticize what you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command. Your old road is rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one, if you can't lend your hand. For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn. The curse it is cast. The slow one now, will later be fast. As the present now, will later be past. The order is rapidly fadin'. And the first one now, will later be last. For the times they are a-changin'.

Robert Allen Zimmerman, 1963

A voice of reason

Over the last few months we've all been eating, sleeping and (for me literally) dreaming the American elections. Many have spoken up in defense of their candidates, and in attack of their opponents. Some of the attacks were just, many weren't. For a while we were all combatants, but tomorrow we will turn into winners or losers. I really hope Obama can make it happen, because for once I feel there is more to choose than just the lesser of two evils. We can actually choose hope. No low blows, no innuendo, just common sense and a strong will to make a difference. I genuinely respect those who take that high road (I'm often tempted to follow a much easier and darker path), like my friend, who sent me this email. He is one of the people who are able to rise above the moral cesspool that is modern politics, don't buy into the bullshit propaganda (even when it's thrown at them by family members) and build their case on truth and arguments.

My friend: I saw this live on CNN earlier today and
wanted to share:'s Closing Argument In Canton Ohio (Final Few Minutes).

His uncle's response:October 27, 2008 ReplyOBAMA RANT: A voice crying in the wilderness. He is a charismatic demagog and empty suit at best. I can understand why so many of you have been duped by him though. The double standard of our once free press is historic as they have ignored asking any questions of substance and crucified any opposition. Ask Hilary about that! Your going to get Hussein, but you are going to pay dearly for him. A little hint.... he believes the constitution is the fundamental flaw of our nation. There was a guy in 1936 who came to power the same way, believed the same things and spoke the same charismatic way. In this 30 second clip, listen as Barak Obama tells and interviewer that the US COnstitution is the "fundamental flaw" of our nation!

My friend's response: Uncle D, I am not sure if the above post was copied and pasted or if they are your words. So the following is not to flame you but a response to the words written and the link, as I saw them at the time I read it. First, it is correct to say that Obama is charismatic, but to claim I have been duped by the media is more than maddening. After 29 years of life, travel, a world class education and surrounding myself by people of good character, I can tell when the media shows a bias. That is why I listen to CNN, NBC, FOX News,, Sean Hannity, Public Radio, Gordon Liddy, Laura Ingraham, Ed Schultz, Randi Rhodes, etc. My views are mine and made with many points of view considered. Secondly, to say "Your going to get Hussein..." is a blatant attempt to scare off ignorants in America who fear different people/cultures including Muslims. I could care less what religion our president believes in as long as he puts Americans first. People don't call me Steven and McCain isn't referred to as Sidney, yet there seems to be those on the extreme right referring to Obama as Hussein, hmm? Third, Obama is talking about the Civil Rights movement when he made the comment. I hope you agree changes needed to be made in the U.S. and I hope you agree the founding fathers and the U.S. government were responsible for 200 plus years of racism. It is a shame it took that long. Obama is not saying the entire constitution is flawed…he’s saying it has allowed racism to exist because the courts needed to use the Constitution to make their decision (Earlier today, I had listened to the entire audio segment, not just this 30 second clip). The idea of “spreading the wealth” wouldn’t be necessary if it weren’t for our white ancestors (and government) holding people back from succeeding. If making one race sit at the back of the bus, use different drinking fountains, refuse to hire a man or woman because of the color of his/her skin, and pass laws that allowed this to happen isn’t holding someone back then I don’t know what is. Fourth, to even compare Obama to Hitler... For goodness sake, after WWI, Germany was screwed. No other way around it. They lost the war, the Treaty of Versailles made them take full responsibility and thus pay reparations to the Allies, and they lost their infrastructure. When economic struggles hit Europe in the 1930's, a broken German people looked to, yes, a charismatic leader in Adolf Hitler. The whole world knows what happened next. And it's been in my lifetime, decades after WWII, that Germany is finally seeing prosperity as it moves past WWII and the Cold War. Obama is NO Hitler, nor will Americans of today allow this kind of thought to be tolerated. Lastly, yes, I have progressive, liberal social views. Also, like so many people, I believe that we don't need to be bogged down by government bureaucracy. Sometimes that means I support a Republican (IN Governor- Mitch Daniels 08). But in 2008, for my peace of mind, I will take a highly educated, civil minded, family man with great charisma and ability to inspire the American people (A feat not to be underestimated with our diverse culture) over a ticket and a party, clearly under pressure, and will soon be reeling back to redefine themselves. When they reemerge, I will gladly listen.

I implore you, vote smart, vote Obama!

Saturday, 1 November 2008

Drain Bamage

"Insert lame apology about lack of new posts here"

I've been so freaking tired lately. I can't sleep, and when I do I have these weird-ass dreams. There was one where I was at some boarding school for girls, which was apparently run by John McCain. Just before I woke up, I was explaining to him why I do believe in heavy government involvement and that he should cut the "socialism" crap the hell out. At some point there were Indians and maybe musical instruments, anyway, WEIRD! Just thought I'd share...

Before I forget here are The Kooks, who are great, their music always makes me smile, with "I want you back".