WAKE UP, MIDSHIPMEN.

it's 530 in the am: do you know where your second cup of coffee is?in my belly. damn straight, homes. i'm on cup two and it's not even 530 yet. fuck you, sleep.i kick your ass.

this week has been slow and boring on the blogging front. sorry. work has been insanely busy and stupid, and well, that prevents me from reading things on the internet, and from writing stupid things about it on here. i hate work. i can't believe no one pays me to exist yet. well, now, i can devote time to writing about stupid shit that noone cares about. it is before 6 am on saturday after all, what else am i going to do?

Baby, you make my "love molecule" soar [yahoo] that bastion of journalistic integrity, yahoo news, has this piece on love. basically, to sum up, some italian researchers found that when you fall in love, you produce more of this molecule called nerve growth factor, but after a year, it is signficantly reduced in the blood. yahoo's conclusion. you can only be in love for a year. stupid yahoo. the researchers conclusion are actually that the molecule provides a strong role in social chemistry. alright. whatever dude.

bush gets jury duty. tee hee. that shit would have been hilarious. if he was sitting on a jury for like a dui or drug charge or something, pure irony, then as punishment to the sort of scruffy jeff bridges type character, the president makes him be president for a week to see what real responsibility is, they go for bike rides with the secret service, they fall in love...man. comedy. costner movies have been based on less substance than that.

MoDo, can i just say, briefly, hon, i miss you. i mean, i seriously, ache for you. oh. maureen, why have you let them make you into a tool for the haves? what about the little people, mo, what of us? i want to read your piece--w's head in the sand. i know what it's about, what all your pieces are about, leftist propaganda.feminist propaganda. it will make me smile. it will make me pensive. but most importantly, it will make me rant, and you know how i love a good rant. your flippant little comments. your stupid one line paragraphs. your unsophisticated below the belt jabs at bush. your clever, yet glib cuts will make me insane, yet, i am compelled to read you, maureen dowd, for the times you really make me think, you really make me say, FUCK YEAH, GIRL, rock that commentary. but i REFUSE to pay the ny times. i am holding out. and really, i'm probably only hurting me, but i can't do it. sorry, babe, you are just too high maintenance for me.

subway apologizes to kansas. [nytimes] so, this headline. i mean, i had to click it. what is this strange language in which states and public transprotation are communicating? what happened, did some turnip truck faller offer miss the f train and the subway said, 'we are sorry, tourist, not just to you, bt to all of your people, and your state, for being a cold heartless city.' but no, no, you are much more clever then me, que no? you knew they meant the subway food chains. they had an ad campaign for their salmon sandwich saying, 'another reason you're lucky not to live in kansas.' that shit is funny, you know, for an ad. midwesterners were not amused. fuck'em. learn how to take a joke, you live in fucking kansas. you need something to smile about. really, if you aren't laughing at yourself, then it's just us. and laughing alone is sad.