lord...

Listening to Talk of the Nation now... there have been, oddly, a lot of callers from NC... Chapel Hill and Cary at least... everyone sounded pretty intelligent and normal...

but some dude from Hudson just called with the biggest most awful typical country/NC/South/uneducated accent ever. His call was, you know, fine. He didn't like Happy Feet. But, lord, he sounded so... well... like I said before.

I guess I don't actually know why that irritates me, but it does... "Oh, here's a caller from North Carolina." "heeyyy, ya'll. Ah just gawt ta say that there happy feet moovie weren't tha best."

Which isn't to say this guy's grammar was that awful... but it's hard to type in an accent.

goddamn president

just in case anyone forgot...

http://www.knowledgedrivenrevolution.com/Features/Quote/Week_49_Bush.htm

GOP leaders told Bush that his hardcore push to renew the more onerous provisions of the act could further alienate conservatives still mad at the President from his botched attempt to nominate White House Counsel Harriet Miers to the Supreme Court.

“I don’t give a goddamn,” Bush retorted. “I’m the President and the Commander-in-Chief. Do it my way.”

“Mr. President,” one aide in the meeting said. “There is a valid case that the provisions in this law undermine the Constitution.”

“Stop throwing the Constitution in my face,” Bush screamed back. “It’s just a goddamned piece of paper!”

Couriers movie?! Excellent! :) http://www.comicbookresources.com/news/newsitem.cgi?id=9760

Brooke & Jen: crazy runners

Another back-date... I wasn't sure if I was going to post these or not since I wasn't there... but I suppose I do know everyone, and it is pretty sweet that I came only 1 degree away from finishing a marathon... twice.
Oh yeah... since I had nothing to do with the photo-taking I did very little, if any, editing. Word.

As I said... it snowed... Brooke didn't have to teach, and Allison got out of work, so I reckon that seemed like a good enough idea for a party. type thing. I didn't really plan on having any photos. But Bryan has this thing for my camera, so I ended up with almost 100 pictures. I edited as best I could. You're welcome.

What the fuck. Another party? Do you remember how drunk I was last night? You guys are ridiculous.	- Ok, fine... I'm in. - Holy shit. Why do I always get drug into this crap? You guys are lucky it's so damned cold in Boone.	A party? Can we make fun of Bryan when he inevitably does something ridiculous? I am so there.
Wait a minute... we weren't supposed to start drinking yet? What kind of "party" is this..... fuck it. We'll look cute anyway. Because Bryan handles that camera so well.	This is what happens when you get old. Getting drunk while playing a game is a nice side-effect. As opposed to the actual point of the game. Or, perhaps if I was more honest, playing a game is a side-effect of getting drunk. The point of this is simply that you no longer get to play "drinking games." Wow. I'm sorry you had to read that.	hmmm... yeah. fuck it. I'm out. Enjoy your bored games. Some of us have real jobs. Kind of. Losers.
Seriously. You guys are lame. I'm going to lick myself now.	Wow. What was that Dog's Eye View song called again? I hope no one gets that...	Hmmmm... Now how do I put things back together...
I know! I'll reach for something at the same time as the new girl and make her blush!	(See? That totally worked)	Oh yeah... Even *I'm* smiling... try to explain that away...
- I am so glad to be on the winning team... - And I can't believe you guys traded me and made me replace Brooke. This is bullshit. But this party is still too awesome to not smile.	This? This is Jen. We are snacking. (I didn't know you got the munchies from drinking)	Sadly, this is the only photographic evidence that Bryan even attended. Apart from the nine million photos he himself actually took.
Thomas knows something that I don't... those Chex Mix? I had no idea...	They make you fly.	I don't know how I survived that aerial assault. Nor how I managed to live through knowing that I caused all these people that I like that kind of mental anguish by making them sit around my house for that long. Only Brooke was the smart one. Maybe someone else can take care of this damned football thing that's coming up.

snow

It finally snowed a little bit. A very little bit. Cool and also pretty disappointing... alas... From my front door around 7:30 AM: