I, for one, welcome our new sentient monkey overlords

Another four years of this?

Jesus Christ Almighty. God save us all.

And again, in convienent LJ icon form.

We're fucked and Dan Gillmor knows it.

Anyone up for emigration to Canada?

UPDATE: That _really is_ our new President.

the future potential of my grandchildren

After all the shit that has gone down between the race for the presidency, the Patriot Act and thousands of other things, I am considering donating $50 to the ACLU and another $50 to the EFF to support the lawsuits that are tearing down laws that threaten our freedoms.

This will be my christmakkuah-kwanzadan gift to America. How cute.

Oh yeah, and get used to me posting more often from now on. I'll probably post a prospectus this weekend that contains a little more meat than the last few posts. Mmm... baby back ribs...

An Open Letter to the Moms of Irvine

TO: Moms of Irvine
FROM: Brad
DATE: 05 November 2004
RE: Aisle 12, Albertsons, Sand-Canyon

Dear Moms of Irvine,

If you are the kind of woman who wears the same kind of clothing that got you pregnant in the first place, namely attire fit for a twenty-something, please... PLEASE for the love of all things holy in this world, do not bring your children along when you go shopping!

If I am imagining getting 10 kinds of nasty with you as you slowly bend down to reach the bottom shelf in the Ethnic isle of Albertsons (You know who you are... pink thong underwear?), I do not want my fantasies to be rudely interrupted by your bitchy little kid screaming about his fucking blankie! One rule of thumb, if you want to look sexy sans-husband, make sure you leave the kid in the car, preferably with the windows rolled up, and do your shopping alone! I hope to see you (and not your kid) for an Albertsian-rendevous later.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation on this matter.

Sincerely.

Brad
P.S. Call me ;)