Present Imperfect

He wouldn't do the Hokey Pokey. | October 28, 2004

Have you seen this picture of Arafat and his doctors? "Ha ha! Everything is great! Look at Mr. Arafat in his sweet track suit! How could a man so happy be ill? After this press conference, he will be performing a number from his new album AraPhat!"

I had a dream last night that I was attending a wedding to which Dick Cheney had also been invited. He sat at our table, and as much as I tried to be cold and detached in conversation, it struck me that he was a very sad man. I felt sorry for him.

Then I woke up and remembered he's a creepy fascist.

Who votes against making Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday a holiday? Nobody I want to sit next to at a wedding reception, that's for sure.

Professor Plum in the conservatory with the staple | October 18, 2004

I've decided to make up for my laxness by coining a new term: "Bloser." A bloser is someone who has a blog but doesn't update it on any kind of regular basis. i.e. "Bronwyn is such a total bloser."

Moving on, I read this distressingly precious story on the NYT. Tiny murdered dolls. Check out the slideshow and the wee lipstick smears on the pillowcase in the Unpapered Bedroom. I am so buying that book.

If you care, I'm enjoying my fancy new life in San Francisco. It's a little lonely, since Eric's still in Los Angeles with the cats, but our stuff arrived Friday, so that will keep me company for another week. Ah, comforting stuff. How I love you.