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I am pretty sure he meant this dog.

I generally don’t talk about politics, because the whole thing is just vomit-worthy to me. The side-picking, the name-calling, the choosing. Ugh. No thank you. I’ll keep my opinions to myself because if I tell them to you, I’ll just end up getting yelled at. If you don’t know what I think about a given topic, you can’t judge me for it.

[Incidentally, this stick-your-head-in-the-sand approach works well during DIY home improvement projects, accidental injury such as toe-stubbing (someone else's toe), or when lost with a short-tempered driver.]

But I have serious difficulty accepting the fact that there are people out there who think that electing John McCain could possibly ever be a good idea with Sarah Palin as his running mate. I mean, fuck.

Caroline linked to an interesting article wherein Palin gets her ass handed to her by Charles Gibson. Time gives further insight into the interview.

And just a few minutes ago, I find out she either considers Eisenhower to be a founding father, or she doesn’t realize how new the Pledge of Allegiance is. Or maybe just that particular addition. Anyway, no, no, NO! Ughhh. Fuck Sarah Palin.

Hopefully soon, I’ll be able to buy more clothes from this lady, but for now, my beer wench costume will have to suffice.

I finally made it to payday, with a few cents to spare. I’m really not sure how I did it, besides not pooping at home and eating lots of cafeteria food off the clock. Seriously, Augusts suck. Car registration, licensure, and various other annual fees come up in August. Plus the wedding. And whatever else. I don’t think I’ve blown serious cash in a while, and I’m resisting the urge to do so now. I went to the grocery store after work tonight and got some foods for this weekend, because I plan on staying home and cleaning, and splurged on some eel rolls. $6.50 ain’t bad, and they’re pretty tasty, too. Not as good as Ichiban, of course, but not bad.

I’ve been spending a lot of time in Cardiology lately, and appreciating it. It’s an entirely different environment down there. In ways it’s more political, but in a lot of ways it’s less so. I can go down there, take care of my patients, and rock out. We spent one day listening to the radio discussing which would be the best songs to karaoke to. Another day I mentioned the link I posted that gives the Billboard hit for your birth day, and I got to hear about all the awesome concerts my supervisor down there had been to. Seriously, I was born in the wrong decade. I also wish that I’d listened to more music growing up. I also wish my parents had listened to more music, so they would have exposed me to more of it. But I’m catching up now. Or trying to.

But my cheesy pop kick reminds me of a link that I must have posted a long time ago, but I am going to repost in case I was negligent. Because seriously. This. Is. Awesome.

I present to you: Yacht Rock!

Yacht Rock, Episode 1: What a Fool Believes

A friend of mine decided it would be hilarious if we all posted videos to the songs that were #1 according to Billboard charts on the day we were born. Little did she know that the song that was awesome on the day I was born is STILL AWESOEM.

I totally forgot to include the book that inspired me to post that other entry.

None of these are earth-shatteringly good literature, but they’re what I’m craving at the moment.

A couple books I’d like to read. The first has been made into a movie with (I think) the guy who played Harvey Dent in The Dark Knight. The second is the sequel to a book I read the other day. I did the verbal equivalent of snarfing it, and had it read in just a few days. Not a particularly astonishing feat, despite its length, considering its intended audience appeared to be 12 year olds. But so are the Harry Potter books, and I never read those very quickly.

I love this man.

Nate and I went to Portland to hang out with his friends this weekend. It was awesome, as usual. Friday was drinks at Novare Res (for everyone else, of course. I might have tried the raspberry mead I hear was on tap a week earlier, but otherwise I don’t care for beer).

Saturday was breakfast at BreaLu, then loaf around the house until it was time to go back to Novare Res. I got myself a black cherry soda, and we played Lunch Money. Right as it was time to leave, there was a torrential downpour, and we got back to Rory’s totally soaked. I’m glad we had more clothes to wear, but I wish that either I hadn’t been wearing my converses or I’d grabbed my sandals out of my backseat when I realized we were taking Nate’s car down to Portland. I had wet shoes for the rest of the day :(

For dinner last night we went to Gauchos, which was incredible. I might be a vegetarian now, though. I seriously was doing okay until the sword-o-chicken-hearts came by, and I realized that one chicken had to die for each of those bite-sized morsels and then I remembered the piles of meat I had just eaten and I lost my appetite. I didn’t want to even see meat anymore, but we had to wait until everyone was done to leave and ughhhh. A combination of feeling sick and overstuffing my gullet led to my going to bed early (or rather, passing out on Rory’s couch while everyone played Wii next door), but at least I felt better afterwards.

This morning we had breakfast at Bayou, then headed back up to Bangor, but not without stopping at Fort Williams Park. We climbed on all the kinds of rocks I was never allowed to climb on as a kid, found pretty snails, and teased the seagulls with empty crab legs. I’m glad my shoes had dried out :P

Anyway, enjoy the pictures. I carried my camera with me all weekend, but got self-conscious about it and didn’t take any pictures until it was just me and Nate, and it was almost all over. Next time I’ll do better.

Kaity got married, and her photographer posted some of the pictures online. I’m in a couple, but most importantly, OMG LOOK AT HOW PRETTY EVERYTHING IS!!!1!eleven

Especially Kaity. And her dress. And the way she got everything to turn out just perfect. I can’t believe it. I love these people so much and MOOSE!!! What a beautiful dog. Srsly.

I had so much fun at that wedding, and I can’t imagine anything better than the two of them together.

I’m gushing, I know. But I don’t get to do it often enough.

About a thousand years ago, Ian wrote a post about daydreaming and dishes, and I’ve never forgotten it. They’re two activities that go very well together, and whenever I do either, I think of that post.

Today while I was washing dishes, I was rocking out and a couple songs came on that reminded me of when I first started watching music videos.

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Thanks to Randall, Ryan, and Jeph mixing things up yesterday, I got to remember how much I like Questionable Content, even though I never remember to read it.

Here are a couple reasons why.

From Knit Like a Man.

OMG, listen to the baby goat.

I know I’ve said it before, that I’m terrible at deciphering lyrics. I just found this Sean Paul interpretation, and that reminded me of the Fall Out Boy one I found a year or seven ago.

I was going to embed them, but it looks like crap. I’m all about things not looking like crap. LINKING TIME. Watch them, though, because they are funny.

Sean Paul  – Temperature

Fall Out Boy – Dance, Dance

Reggie Watts might be the most entertaining person I’ve seen all day.

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I really really wish these guys had more flights. It seems like this is what flying should have been all along.

I’ve got a list of blogs that I used to read cluttering up my bookmarks and I thought I’d give each of them a read and see if they still interested me. If not, out they go.

I didn’t get very far before I decided that sex is too disgusting to ever have again.

this makes me sick

The fox news article linked in the entry sums it up pretty well.

I’m not entirely certain what these short films are, but they’re pretty good. I particularly like “With the eyes of every man riveted upon her” and “She stares longingly at what she has lost”. As best as I can scrape together, the films are based on the parlor game called Consequences. Those crazy Surrealists. Anyway, the last line of the previous director’s script becomes the title of the next film.