By the time I get it together to rant about Bush, the war, and the prisoner abuse, it will probably all be over. I have post-its with notes on them, but I'm not ready to write that yet. But I have to say that there are two things in the news that are pissing me off today:
People are criticizing the emergency services of New York City for the way they handled the attack on the World Trade Center??? What the f---!! People are saying "Oh, well, they should have been better prepared." FOR MANIACS FLYING AIRLINERS INTO SKYSCRAPERS??? Who prepares for that? Was any other city prepared for that? I want to see the pre-9/11 emergency plans for Cleveland -- or Chicago, for that matter -- where it says "This is exactly what we'll do the next time two airliners hit a skyscraper." If this isn't the American penchant for finding somebody, anybody, to blame for everything, then I don't know what is. Hey, everybody, we know whose fault this was: it was the people who stole the planes and flew them into the buildings. Remember?
Then there's the bizarre story of Andy Kaufman being alive and hiding for twenty years, which I found courtesy of Trinity. If this is true -- and I'm not guessing yes or no at this point -- well, it's just a seriously messed-up thing and he deserves no one to speak to him for the rest of whatever passes as his life. He let his family think he was dead, too. This is arrogance of the highest order. This is mean. Not that there hasn't always been speculation, but now this whoever who says he really is Kaufman is offering DNA evidence. It could be real. What a shit.
The Hubs has returned from DisneyWorld, which he did indeed find to be Hell on Earth. The next step for him is Montreal this weekend, and he just found out that there's a formal dinner one night there. Formal, yes. That would mean that he is required to wear ...
a tuxedo, of course.
HAAAAAAAAAAH!
He didn't wear a tuxedo to our wedding. (But in all fairness, that was because we both decided that the sight of our two chubby daddies in tuxedoes would be more than we could bear. He would have worn one. Instead, he bought a brown suit. Don't ask.) Anyway, if he can't rent one, since he'll need it for several days and this is Senior Prom week in town, he's going to buy one.
He's going to buy a tuxedo.
My sister says this is all freaking her out. Me? I'm just laughing. More and more each day.
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I'm watching That 70s Show
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