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.