Grey It has been cold and grey in NYC all week. No sun at all. It's getting ridiculous. Maybe Osama or Saddam finally built that weather machine they always threatened us with.
Ponch? Ponch. Ponch. Ponch. Ponch! Ponch.
Mr Bush Unless you are a media-phobic, you have probably come across all these guys in congress talking about Iraq. They have been doing it all week - everytime I turn on NPR some cracker is saying "weapons of mass destruction" and "clear and present danger" - it's worse than a pledge drive (change the quotes to "tote bag" and "won't you call now"). Hey, a little OT here, but I am the only that thinks that the government crackers started using the phrase "clear and present danger" after they read that damn Tom Clancy book? I understand that the phrase has been around forever, but it seems now like they are all imaging themselves as some sort of Jack Ryan character saving the world when they use it.
Oh, ok. So, me and Mrs. Robot were discussing our current war crisis, and I was saying IF I was president (and god willing I will be one day) , I could see a situation where my intelligence monkeys could deliver some information about one of our enemies and I would have to go before the country and try to drum up support without really telling anyone why. You know. Maybe ding-dong George is stuck in that situation now.
Intelligence Monkey: "Mr. President, we have learned through our super secret source that Saddam is planning a surprise party for his mistress, featuring ice sculptures and the 80's rock stylings of The Producers. And he has missiles pointed at Kansas and blah blah blah"
D-D George: "OK, I guess I need to tell all my homies about this, eh?"
IM: "Actually sir, you really can't. This is from a very sensitive source. If you reveal this to the press, they could easily figure out where we got this information. Just tell them that you need to attack Iraq, and soon."
D-D George: "Um. How?"
Mrs. Robot suggested that George just come out and say this: "we need to attack Iraq. I can't really reveal why at this point, but you will just have to trust me on this one. I promise you will be able to read about it all in a handsome 10 volume set from Time-Life Books when this is all over. But, yea, just trust me on this on."
I don't want to go to war. And when I say "I", I mean a bunch of people I don't know who will have to ship out to beautiful OIL-Land and try not to get shot. People like Pat. Pat wouldn't do that, would he? He's in the reserves, right?
But war is only going to f*ck up our economy more. And my individual economy is already f*cked up.
Han Solo has an apartment A friend had this goofy StarWars book, and it had all these amazingly intricate facts about StarWars that someone had to come up with. Blueprints of star destroyers and the death star. Information on minor characters. Everything. They had a listing for some robot. It was Han Solo's housekeeping robot for his apartment. His apartment. I don't know, my respect for Mr. Solo kinda took a dip there. I can't really imagine him living in an apartment. But, if he did, would his guestroom have a really long bed for when a drunken Chewbacca came over to spend the night?
"Let me help you Chewie. Here you can sleep here, R6-K2 put new sheets on the bed. Yea, yea, I don't think you should go home to Marla like this either."
We came up with a script a while back dealing with the daily trials and tribulations of the temp filling in as Darth Vader's receptionist / secretary.
*ring* "Darth Vader's office, this is Steve" "No, he stepped out. Right. No, I don't know where he went. He really doesn't tell me anything."
And then Friday afternoon...
*Steve knocks on door* "Lord Vader? Sorry to bother you - can you sign my timesheet?"
Little Worlds It's annoying? Funny? How we can get stuck in our own little world with all our friends who think the same (for the most part) and have the same general beliefs. I guess that is one of the advantages of a big city is that you can always find lots of people who share similar interests no matter how wacky and/or mundane. So many people and you start to believe that maybe everyone thinks that way.
I was on an "internet messageboard" this morning and had that realization that there are a whole bunch of other peeps out there. One forum was discussing the greatness of the movie Pearl Harbor. The other was discussing the best restaurants with many mentions of the Olive Garden, Bennigans, TGIFridays. DVD collections were discussed, and too many titles were movies that I wouldn't of thought anyone would ever want to see again, or for that matter buy. Mission Impossible 2, for instance. Oh well. I am a friggin dork myself. Lots of different people doing different things. Viva USA. I sound like such a dork ass snob.
