Rumsfeld........sucks

Here's an article.

Now I don't feel so bad!!

I felt bad when Set had his bag (with my passport) stolen in Buenos Aires...yup, real bad. But after seeing this I can't help but laugh about how frickin awesome the thieves are in that city. Thanks Sherry for the article.

Just In from our Correspondent in the Marina, Sherry Ehya

Marina Girls Get Dumped.

Strange and Stranger

So, every year Macy's puts these cats and dogs in the window--as an effort to help SPCA find them homes. I hate to see the poor babies in the window, but at the same time, I HAVE to look. I just can't ignore the cuteness.
But today was a really odd day at Macy's. There were protestors at each entrance not protesting the animals (in fact, they were trying to convince us to take the cats home) but protesting Macy's treatment of people. I quickly crossed the picket line and went inside. I had some official business to do in the store. You see, they have a post office in the basement and I needed to mail some packages for work. When I walked in the store (1st floor is the perfume and makeup section) with the packages in hand, I was handed Paris Hilton's new perfume.... I pocket it....and then I hear all this screaming --Paris! Paris!--and then some more high pitched shrieks--and I see lights flashing. Well, you can imagine that I just HAD to look...

And there she was...Miss Paris Hilton...signing autographs. I reach into my purse and grab my camera phone and try to take a picture (I mean, everyone else was doing it) and the picture sucked...so I've got nothing to show for this strange afternoon--except for a sample of Paris Hilton perfume.

Panspermia-- 'nuff said.

I have a splitting headache. I have been trying to function after a night of heavy drinking. Every week I tell myself -- Monday is not the new Friday, Tuesday is not the new Friday, Wednesday is not the new Friday, Thursday is the new Friday- and every week I try and make one of those days "the new Friday." My head is angry. I am imagining little gods, holding lighting bolts, zapping my brain in a firey rage. Ouch.

Then I got this email from Sherry--- which angered the brain gods even more by making me read. Here's the frickin' email:

I vaguely remember... something about being full of shit

searching for our alien origins


we are the aliens

panspermia. i love that word. fucking hangover.

Question: Did L. Ron Hubbard base his Scientology on Panspermia?

You know you want it...

T-Shirt Turns Air Guitar Into Music. From SFGATE.COM

I can't wait until 5pm today...

It isn't even 10 in the morning and I am thinking about the end of the day. Maybe it is because I know that so many other people have today off....and maybe I just need a full weekend to enjoy....since I only had one day off last week. Argh.

And lucky me, It looks like that Nissan Sentra guy knows Yoshi...figures....Yoshi knows everyone.

Hey- I discovered a fun thing to do. First, check Megan's Law listings and find out who the local sex offenders are. Actually, it turns out that one sex offender lived right next to me on Waller St. I lived in 608 Waller and he lived in 606 Waller. We shared a fire escape....and were smoking buddies (which reminds me of a Curb your Enthusiasm episode). Anyhoo, Jenny and Sherry looked this guy up and we had a long debate about whether or not it was really our neighbor...his sex offender picture is really bad. Luckily, Johnny Jr. managed to identify him. I mean, he kinda tried to molest Johnny and my cat Mr. Miu Miu Chaplan so Johnny should know

The second fun thing to do is to go to Zabasearch.com and type in Sufjan Stevens. See for yourself.

I'm too frickin' busy!

Seriously-- I can't get to the bloggin lately....but I promise that there will be more posts. I feel a little inspired today-- post-election high. Hmmm... just going thru some of my pictures and thought it was about time that I posted some real gems. Unimportant really, but they are pictures of my dog (Jake), cat in Dunsmuir (Snoop Dog), dad (Harry), and me and Colin (friend from childhood). Awesome. Hopefully, I get to post more stuff.... like Still Flyin' is playing with Mates of States at GAMH this month. Like I really hate the premise of this show on ABC - starring Taye Diggs- about a day that keeps repeating itself....ummm....Groundhog Day?!!!!!!!!! And how I hate the new Nissan Sentra commercial... some idiot living in his car for 7 days and making a film about it. You know what kind of car you can live in? an old school VW bug with a sink...Question: Are they trying to sell this car to homeless young people? I don't get it. And, I hate Sarah Evans (if I were married to her, I would sleep with the anorexic nanny too), Anna Nicole Smith, Entertainment Tonight, and the fact that online news refers to K-Fed as Fed-Ex now.