Wonkette on Cheney

Wonkette is having a lot of fun at Cheney's expense.

May we just take a minute to say: “Best Vice President Ever.”

Seriously, people, who can compare? Hannibal Hamlin? Cool name, sure, but he was a total lame-o. Spiro Agnew? Pshaw. Did he ever say “go fuck yourself” on the floor of the Senate? Did he ever dress like he was shoveling his suburban driveway to a memorial service at Auschwitz? Did he ever shoot a man in cold blood? No. We didn’t think so. Agnew’s a pussy and you know it. Dick Cheney is a badass, and we love him. He’s like America’s abusive father — we’re terrified of him, we hide under our beds when we smell whiskey on his breath, but we crave his attention. We need him to tell us we’ve been good. We have a sick admiration for him that we’ll be describing to our therapists for years.

Monday Night

Not an exciting day, but a good one.

I purchased some new music today, as a result of viewing Austin City limits on Saturday Night:

# 1 of: Give Up, by The Postal Service (featuring the lead singer of Death Cab for Cutie)
# 1 of: Oh, Inverted World [ENHANCED] by the Shins (This has been a long time coming)
# 1 of: We Will Become Silhouettes [CD-SINGLE] by The Postal Service
# 1 of: Plans by Death Cab for Cutie
# 1 of: Get Behind Me Satan by the White Stripes (I've been meaning to purchase this one for a while, too)
# 1 of: Z by My Morning Jacket. Sure, they look like hillbillies from Kentucky, but their music is mesmerizing.

I'm almost finished reading "Wicked". I enjoy it quite a bit. I look forward to seeing the musical when it comes 'round.

Saint du Jour

On the eve of St. Valentines, we celebrate St. Martinian, seemingly revered for his ability to resist the sultry, sinful advances of two women to sought him out under the guise of needing food and shelter. The first woman wanted to make an honest man out of Martinian and marry him. But ooooh no. He would have none of that. He was a huge fan of the tome, "The Road to Heaven is Paved with Hermits: A simple guide to holiness through lifelong suffering, contemplation and avoidance of hot, loose women who seem like decrepit peasants at first glance."

Ten bucks says Martinian was gay.

You kids can contemplate that, while I sit over here and wait to be struck by a plague or lightning or both.