Greg

headline on nyt sports page: "Yankees Wang will start season on disabled list"

Check out the best picture of life in nyc ever taken. I made a really funny noise when that shit popped up on my screen.

Yo. Anna Nicole Smith is dead. What?



Edit: from lunch earlier courtesy Caroline: CRACKER SCRATCH! (completely unrelated to above memorial)

I am completely alone downstairs in the library and I am fucking getting SPOOKED. All I can think about is the beginning of ghostbusters. there are creepy mechanical noises, it's bad. Ok, things may have just gone over the line I just startled myself by coughing.

I have to write a paper about the book "One Party Country: The Republican Party Plan for dominance in the 21st century." Instead of reading it I am reading a transcript of an interview the authors gave on the Diane Rehm Show. In it they discuss the reduction of nuanced debate into sound bites and labels, using the example of Minnesota Senator-elect Amy Klobuchar expressing doubt and ambivalence about Iraq and immediately being labeled a "cut and runner."

CUT AND RUNNER!

look, I'm down with Down's, but why is the picture on the wikipedia article for Down's Syndrome a kid with a drill?

The semester is rapidly drawing to a likely cataclysmic close. I am probably going to curl into a ball and hide under my desk, crying and wiping snot on the Ann Davies paper I should be revising.

This is funny funny funny

So Chuck Norris is a commentator now. He writes a column.

yo, wtf.
Today's featured article on the main page of wikipedia is my high school.

NO.
NO.
No.
no.

Does that introductory stanza graphically convey the transition from defiant denial to soul-crushing acceptance? It should, because, one moment, please adopt a grave tone of voice in your head as you read this,

Bob Barker is retiring from The Price Is Right!

Maybe that's not so bad, I mean fella's still kickin (knock on wood) so I suppose a modicum of perspective wouldn't be out of line, but I am nonetheless worried that the network execs will axe (or even so much worse, update) an anachronistic dinosaur like the price is right without the Bark-factor their to ward them off.

In a fit of curiosity I did a little wikipedia research on the origins of the phrase "knock on wood", which is unknown, and discovered the delightfully named early 19th century childrens game of, no shit, "Tiggy-touch-wood".