I had a little fun with a nifty delegate calculator over at the clinton News Network site. (No, you’re not getting a link.)
If clinton takes 60% of the vote (a twenty percentage point margin of victory) in every remaining race, and gets 60% of the superdelegates — she still can’t catch up to Obama.
The sound you hear is the clock ticking.
I went for the iPod Classic, 80 GB, silver. Bought it refurbished on the Apple website. Saved enough money to get a protective skin and pay the tax on the thing.
I wanted to watch all the cheesy movies my pal Keith gave me.
Yes, I haven’t been here a lot.
But now that I have a full-time job, two classes a week, and a commitment to write a script in 30 days … I’m motivated for late nights and early mornings.
Gee, it’s like being back in the Marine Corps. Ooh-rah!
Tortured logic? Perhaps. But that’s what I think (sarcastically) whenever I hear a sentence that begins with, “I’m a parent, so …”
Parents care more about children than those who haven’t children? That doesn’t make sense. Parents kill children every day. (Not taking into account the one million abortions performed in this country every year.) Dads, and — gasp! — moms beat, torture, and abuse their precious offspring.
I don’t like children. Can’t stand them. But more than that, I detest their parents. I detest the parents who have to bring their cherubs everywhere. The casino. The gym. If there’s a party, you can count on one parent bringing their child. And, as night follows day, their kid is the most ill-behaved, obnoxious, disrespectful kid in the commonwealth.
At work, we’re expected to entertain the precious ones when their parents bring them in. We’re expected to jump into our cubicles when the angels come tearing down the aisle. And we’re expected to buy their school fund-raising items, because, inevitably, the parent with the order list is in your reporting chain.
Girl Scout Cookies are the exception. You always buy Girl Scout Cookies. Thin mints are my favorites.
So, the next time something bad happens to a child, remember: most likely, the crime was committed by an adult family member. You know, the saintly parents who are supposed to care for them.
But I don’t care.
As a die-hard Carpenters fan, people find it hard to believe that I like this film. At first, the “campy-ness” seems an insult to Karen’s memory. But the more I watched it, the more I came to realize that this film was, and is, very sympathetic to Karen and her struggles. Not only did the poor soul fight for recognition in her family, but she had to fight for her own life. Unfortunately, the latter battle was lost.
But Karen’s legacy is bigger than anything her family could have imagined. On February 4, 2008, we will commemorate the twenty-fifth anniversary of her death. Since then, many young girls have been save from self-starvation. How many? Hundreds, perhaps thousands.
We’ll never know. But somewhere, when a parent hears Karen’s voice, they say a prayer of thanks to the woman whose death may have saved their own daughter’s life.
I think Todd Haynes created a chilling and all-too-accurate portrait of a young woman at odds with her family and herself. He “directed” the dolls very realistically, and the dream-like quality of the film evokes the confusion of the beautiful, tortured soul that was Karen Carpenter.
The iPod Touch is a very wicked pi$$a device. The big draw for me is the WiFi connectivity. I like the larger screen, too, though I don’t know how many movies I’ll be watching.
The Nano, on the other hand, is $200 cheaper. It only has 8 Gigs, but that’s over 2,000 songs. I don’t think I know 2,000 songs. It’s lighter, and it still has a decent screen.
But I’m leaning towards the Nano for one big reason: the gym. I’d be wary of bringing a iPod Touch to the gym. On slip, and there goes $400 worth of electronic equipment. I’d be more inclined to bring the Nano. Circuit City has a deal that has the Nano, an armband (which would make me look like a serious gym monkey), and a recharger for $230 total.
I’ll let you know.
In the meantime, the unemployment’s running out fast, and I’ve only heard from a couple of companies. I have about six months of savings, etc., saved up, so I’m no panicking yet.
Besides, I can always bag groceries at Foodmaster. No one knows how to bag groceries anymore.
It’s happened to me once before. I pi$$ed off a tele-marketer to the point where they hung up on me!
It happened again this morning. Someone’s trying to sell me an extended warranty on a car that I’ll probably get rid of in the next two years anyway. Kept the tool on the phone for about two minutes. Really pi$$ed them off.
That’s what I’m listening to on my new Klipsch speakers. I bought them yesterday with the Christmas money my dad gave me. Now all I need is a fifty-foot mini plug cord so I can move them closer to the middle of my apartment.
A friend of mine opined that the consolidation of the radio stations have led to the generic play lists we hear today and, hence, to the slow killing of radio. As with about ninety-five percent of what he says, I disagree.
We no longer need the radio stations to tell us what is good music and what $uck$. Whenever I hear a song I like — remember the old Billy Paul song (If You Let Me Make Love To You) Why Can’t I Touch You? — I scribble it down on an old parking ticket I never paid. The next time I’m on my computer, I open my legitimate music downloading software and place the song in my wish list.
I’ve also started copying my favorites from my CD collection into my digital music library. Speaking of libraries, I’ll borrow a few CDs and place a couple of songs into my digital music library, too.
My music library has over 100 songs. Now I’m waiting for my ideal MP3 player to drop in price — it’s manufactured by a large company who’s hosting a convention later this month in New York. Once it does, I’ll buy one. It comes with WiFi capability. Then I’ll cancel my home internet service and hang out at the local coffee shop while I’m waiting for someone to hire me.
My sister has declared that the most handsome man in the history of movies is: Christopher Plummer in The Sound of Music. After seeing the movie for the umpteenth time, I think she’s right.
And, as it is the end of the year, I got the opportunity to show her the most beautiful woman in the history of movies. You see, NECN in Boston produced a moving tribute to those who have passed away in 2007.
The clip they showed for Miss Deborah Kerr was the last scene in An Affair to Remember.
Breathtaking.
• There are people who can’t stand the music of The Carpenters — but they still love Karen’s voice.
• As the NE Patriots have proven, cheaters do win, despite what your teacher told you in grammar school.
• Madeleine McCann is dead, and her parents know what happened to her.
• The Democrats will, again, nominate an unelectable candidate. (That’s an easy one — could be any of ‘em.)
• The Boston Celtics are as popular as they’ve ever been, even without the white guys.
• Peyton Manning’s a doofus — but I love ‘im.
• People always say the baby looks like the father. It’s that stupid male ego thing.
• Carey Lowell is the hottest lady on TV. Kathryn Erbe’s a close second. Thank goodness for syndication.
• You can like Frasier and The Three Stooges.
Happy New Year!