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I just couldn’t let this go without an opinion. I thought they were going to stop making Olds last year, and I think it’s a shame that years of bad engineering killed them now.
Because I fucking love Aleros. I travelled constantly, for business, for several years, and I made a point of renting an Alero every time. I drove one (several, technically) the entire six months that I was in Nashville. They’re good cars - smooth, well-designed, roomy, good dash arrangement, the best car in its rental class, by far - and the only car I’d rent. If they didn’t have an Alero, I’d take an SUV.
(I got stuck with some screwball Buick the first time I came to St Louis, and I swear, it was the worst designed car in the history of the automobile.)
Amazon has the soon-to-be-released (14 days) Invader ZIM DVDs on pre-order sale for 30% off. You know you’re going to order it anyway. Might as well get it on sale…
That is all.
Can I tell you how much I hate the radio? And I found the coolest station. I saw an ad for it last night and remembered to tune in on the way to work this morning. All swing, all the time. They played Sarah Vaughan, Dean Martin, Rosemary Clooney, Brian Setzer, Bing Crosby, Lady Day. No Ella yet, but I know she’s around.
Goofy old corny lyrics like “Here am I with all my bridges burned. Just a babe in arms where you’re concerned” and “Your eyes are blue, your kisses too” and “We should be like a couple of hot to-mahh-toes, but you’re as cold as yesterday’s mashed po-tahh-toes.”
And for you, because I love it:
Brian Setzer Orchestra - Jump Jive and Wail.mp3 (expired)
Ahem. The Dodgers are first in our division at 12 and 6 too, y’know…
Feh. Even for my old Blue, I can’t bring myself to care about major league. This is no longer my fight… besides, you know they’ll just strike again.
I’m the boss this week. Eh, sort of. My boss and half of my team are away at a conference, and I’m the top of the chain of command while they’re gone. One of my co-workers called me to let us all know he wouldn’t be in today. Creepy. I mean, I have a degree in business management, and I’m totally not worried about it, I just don’t particularly aspire to doing it.
Anyway, I’m heading two major projects, and now I’m the top of the support food chain too, so posting this week can be expected to be either even lighter than normal or freakishly often with a note of panic.
On a mostly unrelated note, I joined NetFlix, because I can’t keep my eyes open long enough at night to read. I will almost certainly not be reviewing movies on here, but feel free to make recommendations in the comments. I like pretty much all genres, so go nuts.
(Is The Fountainhead really not out on DVD? I was wondering why my local video store still had it on VHS…)
I’ve been pushing the war to the back of my mind, with the other things that I don’t really have time for right now. But not for the same reason.
I’m tired of arguing with people who won’t listen. I’m tired of hearing our soldiers slandered. I’m tired of hearing Iraq compared to Vietnam. I’m tired of flinching when I hear these whiners call this their country. If this is their country, I want a new one, because I’m tired of being ashamed to share it. I’m tried of feeling like I shouldn’t even bother defending my beliefs, because no one listens, or cares to listen. I’m tried of feeling so outnumbered and out-stubborned that I just walk away.
I had lunch with a guy, a self-professed libertarian, who told me that we shouldn’t be in Iraq because “they’re too stupid to deserve freedom.” Literally. In those words.
I used to love talking about politics. In college, we’d sit up all night arguing about wars and taxes and rights. Even as recently as 18 months ago, my lefty girlfriends and I would argue about welfare and gun control and the economy over dinner and good wine.
Well, it’s not fun anymore. The right is too far right, and the left is way too far left. I don’t want to think about the war, because I don’t want to think about those men and women in harm’s way, reading that we don’t want them there. Don’t want them safe. Don’t want them. Period.
It weighs on my heart, now that it’s back in my head. It just makes me tired. I don’t have the stomach to go to DU and see the cheering for another US casualty today, but I know it’s there.
They are the bravest, most amazing people that our generation has created. And they’re protecting the ones who don’t deserve it.
And I still don’t have time to think about it. But I had to get that out.
Those who know Pat Tillman know that he always has welcomed a challenge.
As a youth, he high-dived from bridges and cliffs. At Arizona State, he hopped the fence at Sun Devil Stadium and climbed a light tower. Before reporting for training camp with the Arizona Cardinals two years ago, he competed in a 70-mile triathlon.
So no one should have been surprised last spring when Tillman, entering his fourth NFL season, shucked it all and joined his brother, Kevin, in setting out to become an Army Ranger.
What’s a three-year, $3.6 million pro football contract when you can collect $18,000 a year from Uncle Sam?
Pat Tillman gave up the glamour of the NFL to serve his country.
Tillman made no public statement. He wasn’t in this for the publicity. But you didn’t need to dig too deeply to find an explanation for his actions. Friends said that the 9/11 terrorist attacks had affected him deeply.
Cardinals defensive coordinator Larry Marmie, after a conversation with his former player, said Tillman felt he needed to “pay something back” for the comfortable life he had been afforded.
Sorry. I’m stunned.
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I’m fucking repulsed.
People, this is a talent contest, not a beauty pagent. Some of us watch this stupid show in order to hear talented people sing their hearts out. Something which is currently unknown, otherwise. This is enough to make me actually fucking call in and vote. Damn you.