I was both relieved and disappointed that my lunch meeting at Ray’s Hell Burger got postponed at the last minute on the same day the President and his Trusty Sidekick decided to drop by for lunch. The Daily Show coverage of the coverage is pretty funny:
Samer, reports that the line tonight is outrageously long and snakes all the way out the door. No surprise there. Not bad for a place with an unofficial name and no sign out front. (Is there a sign out front? There didn’t used to be).
In unrelated news, if my phone rings one more time tonight I swear to god I’m going to smash it with a hammer. I’ve turned the ringer off my cellphone but I’m going to have to unplug the landline, too. It’s really the calls coming in on my call-waiting that drove me over the edge. Why do people call 4 or 5 times before they leave a message? If I can’t take your call, I can’t take your call. That’s why I have fucking voicemail. I figured out how to turn call waiting off on my cellphone and I believe that alone lowered my bloodpressure back down to it’s normal sluggish levels.
I said I was going cold turkey on election news, but normal people don’t routinely get up early on Sunday’s to watch Meet the Press so I thought I’d report the tasty clip of Colin Powell explaining his rationale for endorsing Barack Obama this morning:
Granted, I hadn’t had any coffee yet when I saw this headline, but I don’t think that’s a particularly good excuse. My thoughts were, in this order, although not actually enumerated as such in my head:
1. “I can’t believe they used such a derogatory term in this headline.”
2. “Using the word “claimed” casts doubt, like they couldn’t believe a bunch of Southerners could do such a thing.”
3. “Oh. Wait.”
4. “I have just relinquished all right to ever teach courses on the history of computing or cyberculture ever again, at any level.”