Its The Hooray For Anything Summer Movie Guide:

Already Released:

Van Helsing- A movie starring everyone's favorite 19th century Vampire Slayer. Except he's not fighting just Dracula, but also Frankenstein’s monster and the Werewolf! And he's not an old professor, but Hugh Jackman! He was "Wolverine" in the X-Men movies! And also Curly in a recent revival of "Oklahoma!" The movie's supposed to suck.

Troy- The movie "inspired" by Homer (as in the Greek Homer, not the four-fingered, yellow-skinned, father of Bart Homer) and starring the non-Jen part of Brad & Jen. Boy, are all those people who think they can watch this movie instead of actually reading the Iliad gonna be in for a big surprise. This movie does suck.

Shrek II- Sequel to the out-of-nowhere-cartoon smash hit "Shrek." You know, I saw it and I kind of liked it. Should be a huge hit with the Happy Meals set.


Not Opened Yet

May 28

The Day After Tomorrow- Global warming causes a new ice age that causes the end of the world as we know it. It's a disaster flick, it's got kick-ass special effects, and Conservatives are all in a snit about it because it attacks President Bush. What's not to love?

Saved!- Yes, another movie starring a teeny-bopper starlet (this time Mandy Moore) about the traumas of High School. Just what the world needed. This one's kind of tough to figure out, though. It's about Born Again Christian types and stars an actress who is trying to be the wholesome Britney Spears, yet it’s produced by Michael Stipe (lead singer of R.E.M) and supposedly kind of hip. That's three things -- Christians, wholesomeness, and Michael Stipe -- that just don't add up.


Soul Plane- "Comedy" about an airline for and run by Black People. Because, you know, Black people are funny. And you know what's funnier? White people trying to act black.

June 4

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban- Do I even have to mention what this movie is about? Each book in the series gets progressively better, and the hack who directed the first two movies (Christopher Columbus) has been replaced by a real director (Alfonso Cuaron, the director who did "Y Tu Mama Tambien"). If the previews are any indication, this should be everything the other films weren’t: dark, creepy, and almost artful. In other words, this movie could be great.

June 11

The Chronicles of Riddick- Stars Vin Diesel. Hey, whatever happened to Vin Diesel? Wasn't he supposed to be the Next Big Thing? Dame Judy Dench cashes in a paycheck and co-stars. She'll probably get nominated for acting in this movie because it's in the rules that she has to.

The Stepford Wives- Nicole Kidman stars in a remake of the 1975 cult classic about perfect housewives in a perfect little Connecticut town. Because any movie can instantly be made bigger with a big budget, CGI effects and Nicole Kidman. Nicole Kidman does seem to have been born to play a Stepford Wife, though.

June 16th

The Terminal- Hey, it's Oscar Bait time! Tom Hanks stars in a Steven Spielberg film about a man who gets stranded in an airport terminal when his tiny Eastern European country falls apart due to a war (just go with it). This time with Catherine Zeta Jones taking the place of Wilson the volleyball. Expect lots of shots of Tom Hanks with tears in his eyes, lots of arty shots, and lots and lots of uplift.

Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story- a Ben Stiller comedy about a dodgeball competition. Also starring Vince Vaugh, Ben's wife, but sadly, no Owen Wilson. You know, there was a time when the phrase "Ben Stiller comedy" made you excited. Now it just makes you say "another one?"

June 23

White Chicks- A comedy starring the Zeppo and Gummo of the Wayans Brothers, Shawn and Marion, about two black FBI agents who have to go undercover as two white women. Hilarity ensues when hip black people try and be unhip white people. I betcha we're going to get a scene where the hip black people playing unhip white people are going to try and act like hip black people. Except they are really hip because they're really black! It's comedy gold, Jerry, comedy Gold.

June 30

Spiderman 2- The sequel to "Spiderman," except hopefully without the post-9/11, "Don't Mess with New York" rah-rah that marred the first one. Everyone's back, but with Alfred Molina stepping in as the movie's Big Bad, Doc Ock. Believe it or not, Michael Chabon of "Kavalier & Clay" fame wrote the movie. Should make oodles and oodles of money and might even be good.

July 7

King Arthur- For all of you wishing that the legend of King Arthur would be turned into a Jerry Bruckheimer flick, here it is. Stars Clive Owen as the Once and Future King and Kiera Knightley as Guinevere. The hook to this flick is that it tries to tell the story of the "historic" Arthur and not the legendary Arthur. Which means it's the story of King Arthur, except without Merlin the Magician, the Lady in the Lake, and the Holy Grail. You know, all the cool stuff.

July 9-

Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy- Comedy starring Will Ferrell as a pompous weatherman on a San Diego local TV news program during the 70's. Any movie that involves porn-stashes, polyester and Will Ferrell is good enough for me.

July 16-

I, Robot- Sci-Fi thriller based on a Isaac Asimov short story about killer robots. Because any movie could be made better with a big budget, CGI effects and Will Smith.

July 23

Bourne Supremacy- Sequel to the Matt Damon hit "Bourne Identity." Somebody said the first one was pretty good. Never saw it. Don't care.

Catwoman- Halle Berry, going to the Nic Cage route and capitalizing on an Oscar for Acting by doing nothing afterwards but dumb-ass big-budget movies, plays the comic-book hero Catwoman. The very same Catwoman once played by Michelle Pfieffer in another movie and Julie Newmar on the TV show. She had to put herself through a pretty explicit sex scene with Billy Bob Thorton to star in this? Interesting bit of info- it's directed by someone named Pitof. Just Pitof.

July 30

Manchurian Candidate- Remake of the classic John Frankenheimer Cold War thriller starring Denzel Washington. For people who thought the original would have been better with car chases and shoot-outs. Burn, Hollywood, Burn.

Thunderbirds- Live-action remake of the old TV show. You know, I used to watch this show as a kid. You know what was cool about it? It was all done using puppets. This movie? No puppets. Good thinking.

Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle- From Yahoo Summer Movie Guide: "Two twenty-something stoner roommates spend a life-changing night roaming the state of New Jersey in search of White Castle hamburgers." Directed by the genius behind "Dude, Where's My Car?" I am ALL over this movie.

The Village- The new movie by M. Night Shymalan about a bunch of 19th-century townsfolk trapped in a village surrounded by monsters. Wonder if there's going to be a twist at the end.

August 6

Collateral- Tom Cruise continues his desperate chase of an Oscar by continuing his attempt to be edgy by playing a hitman trying to whack Jamie Foxx. We should be so lucky. Directed by Michael Mann, who also did "Ali" and "the Insider."

Shall We Dance?- Richard Gere and Ms. Jenny From the Block star in a remake of a hit Japanese 1996 movie about a businessman who rediscovers his passion for life when he takes dance lessons. Rumor has it the studio is furiously trying to re-cut it so that there's less J-Lo in the movie.

Open Water- This was the big movie at Sundance this year. It's a horror film being hyped as a cross between "the Blair Witch Project" and "Jaws" in that it was filmed with no special effects and real live sharks. You couldn't pay me enough money to have acted in this movie. No sireee.

August 13

Alien vs. Predator- Dear, God, no.

It's cold, it's foggy, I'm tired and stressed. You know what I need right now?

I need more cowbell. I gotta have more cowbell.

The always fun and loveable George Will had this to say about the President's big speech last Monday:

Mr. Madison's War

"The interest of the man must be connected with the constitutional rights of the place."
-- James Madison, Federalist 51

That was the crux of the president's Monday evening speech. It had a minimum of Jeffersonian dogmatism about the universal eligibility for democracy, and instead stressed hardheaded Madisonian measures to strengthen incentives for civilized behavior. His plan is to connect the interests of an Iraqi majority with genuinely Iraqi institutions of representation.

Wait, I missed the discussion of Jeffersonian dogmatism and hardheaded Madisonian measures in the President's speech. Must have been somewhere in there in between all the mentions of "evil-doers", "freedom," and "terror." I wonder if Will is slightly put off by the fact that the main person he's adressing, mainly the President, probably doesn't understand a thing he writes. Then again, that goes for a lot of things.

I'm so very, very tired.....

I'll save y'all from the minute-to-minute details of my oh so very long day. More big interview fun, let's just say. I will however, provide the highlights:

-After spending about two hours commuting from Oakland to Mountain View, my recruiter actually picked me up at the train station to drive me to my interview at Big Database Software Company (and no, it's not the one you're thinking of). After she dropped me off, she told me that she was going to meet with the company's recruiter and that when she was done, she'll just come on by and wait for my interview to be over so she could drive me back to the train station. While I appreciate the rides to and from, especially as it saved me lots of time and money, I do have to wonder this: shouldn't my recruiter be doing something else with her day other than driving me to and from an interview? And what does it say that she's going out of her way to make sure I get to the interview?

-Interview starts off with the guy I'm meeting telling me he loved my resume, but that he wondered if I was overqualified. Now, first of all, if it's the same type of job I always send out resumes for and interview for, then why don't I have a job? Has the problem been simply because I'm overqualified? And if so, how come I can't even get a gleam of an interview for any job that I am totally underqualified for? The main thing I wonder, though, is how could I be overqualified for a job that pays way, way, way more than I've ever made? Or ever asked? How can someone be overqualified for a job that pays them about 1/4 more than they've ever made?

I almost choked when he said that.

-Finally, if you're interviewing someone, don't tell them how hard it is to find someone. And don't tell them that you had problems finding someone with the exact skill set that they found in my resume. First of all, no sympathy. None. Second of all, thanks for the set-up. I'll feel that much better when I don't get the thing. Strange thing is that I've heard that before a couple of other places which makes me feel that much better about myself in not being employed.

Yes, I finally saw the parody of "the Real World" that was on the Dave Chappelle. I feel like I'm hip again.

Speaking of which….a friend, over the weekend, was talking about how much he was being driven crazy by the media saturation of all of your typical media saturation type things. This was coming from somebody who doesn't even delve into the heavy waters of pop culture, unlike yours truly. His point, which is pretty true, is that even somebody whose doing their darndest not to know anything about the Apprentice or Jessica Simpson knows about them. This makes him upset.

All of which gave me an idea. What if we can create some sort of mental spam blocker. Just like we have for our e-mail accounts. You hear something about, say, Britney Spears and it gets blocked from entering your consciousness. Or anything involving "American Idol."

Of course, there could be some problems with this idea. Like if you block Britney, what would happen if you actually know someone named Britney? And would Ms. Spears attempt to somehow make it through your consciousness (which, of course, she would because she just would) by coming out with an album entitled "Mitney Mears?" And would this country be better off if everyone had the option to block any mention of President Bush?

Alright, maybe I need to work on this idea a bit more. And maybe I should have thought about it before I posted it, but I just thought I should post something.

I had an awful song going through my head all day, a song that could only be stuck there due to way to much pizza and beer the night before. Just wanted to share my pain:

Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
'Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

At 10:28, 58 minutes after they said they'd call, I finally got the phone interview. I appreciate the fact they took the time out to talk to me. And how'd I do? Not great. Close to George Bush at a Press Conference bad. On the other hand, what can you expect? It's hard to think clearly when somebody who was supposed to call, somebody who you completely rearranged your schedule for, calls you an hour late. It's hard to sound all cheery and go-get 'em like when the whole time part of you is wishing you could tell them to take their stupid job and....well, you know.

They did, however, tell me what great experience I have and what a great resume I have. Which would be great to hear if it weren't for the fact that I've heard it so often that I'm beginning to think that "you really have some great experience" is job-interview talk for "you're a really nice guy." I'm thinking that I know I do well in an interview when somebody tells me at the end "wow, you suck."

Wait, it's an update....

So I called HR again and found out that even though they told me that it would be at 9:30, they internally scheduled it for between 10-10:30. They just neglected to inform me that they had internally scheduled it at that time. In other words, I didn't realize that they were going by Cable Guy time.

My bad.

Oh, and it's 10:20 right now.

I'm supposed to be at the Temp job right now, you know earning money and all that, but instead, I'm home supposedly waiting on a 9:30 phone interview. Well, it's about 10:00 and so far, no phone interview. You know things are going well when you call the HR person who set it all up and when you ask whether or not you're supposed to be having the phone interview, she says "uh yeah, you're supposed to. Hmmm."

So now I'm filled with mixed thoughts. My first thought is the standard issue "why me?" thought. As in, "why can't I have a normal job interviewing experience like most people?" The second thought is the standard issue "fuck this and fuck that and fuck it all and fuck that fucking brat, I don't want a baby that looks like that." I mean, I'm not the one whose half an hour late here- they are. And when they finally call, they'll probably be all sheepish and give me the "ooops, sorry" to which I am, as usual, supposed to just say "thank you, sir. Would you like some lube next time?" I mean, do they really think I want to be spending my precious hours hanging by the phone?

Christ, I gotta piss like a race horse too, but I'm afraid that the moment I start pissing away, the phones going to ring.

Wow. Rest in Peace, Adriana. We'll miss you just because theres nobody else who says "Christofuh."

Goodbye "Angel." Goodbye Buffyverse and say goodnight Joss. Things really are changing, aren't they?

So the big question I'm sure everyone's wondering is where's Hooray for Anything? After continuing gigs on Treasure Island and one day as a Health Spa attendant picking up towels in a five star hotel (a perfectly kind of fun job in a now-that's-new kind of way, but after picking up towels of way too many people younger than me, all I could say after awhile is Viva La Revolution), I'm in Oaktown, doing the phone/admin thing at a place that puts organs from organ donors together with the recepients of said organs. It's kind of an organ dating service in a way.

It's kind of an interesting thing. So far, in only two days, I've handled calls involving autopsies, mismatched organs, and family members trying to donate every organ they have to sick family members. Kind of different from doing data entry or filing, n'est pas? Thing is considering the job, I can't really slack off. You know, like not pass a message along or half-ass a call transfer. It also means that when somebody calls up with a question, like how to volunteer or what to do with some kid who was in the paper because he needed a heart transplant in a few months or he's going to die, I really have to use my best phone voice. No groggy need-more caffeine voice or you're-stupid-cell-phone-keeps-on-conking-out voice.

Still, there's something kind of weird about the whole thing. Here I am a temp, on the second-day of a job. To me, it's just a phone call and a phone call transfer when in actuality, what I'm doing is helping save somebody's life. No, I'm not the doctor or the "Placement Coordinator" but just by doing my job, somebody's life could be saved.

As I said, beats the hell out of doing data entry. Yay me.

One more post about Smirkboy- the fact that nobody in his administration got the irony of reiterating his belief in a constitutional amendment banning Gay Marriage on the same day he gave a speech in "honor" of the end of segregation is mind-boggling.

George W.- you suck.

PS- "You're a short, stumpy, acne-ridden bitch"
- Katie from RW/RR Inferno

So I've been taking some time off from blogging and now I'm sort of back. Anything happen in the world while I've been gone?

Jesus Criminy, can we make more of a mess out of things? I mean, things are so bleak right now that even the bloodthirsty popinjay's on Fox are looking depressed. And those who haven't quite seen the light and are still fighting what they think is the good fight are doing so with all the enthusiasm of a crowd at a Mister Mister reunion concert. I've thought I've fucked up at work but lately, I've gotten a whole new perspective on things. I mean, sure, I've had things printed that were wrong, missed deadlines, and not returned e-mails, but I never invaded a country with not nearly enough troops. Or couldn't figure out that Al Qeda was about to fly a plane into a building and then told everyone Iraq had WMDs when they didn't. And if Rummy or Tenet can't get himself fired, how can a company justify firing anyone these days?

Which brings us to John Kerry and why I have a new theory about why a Kerry Presidency will be a good thing. And no, not just because he's Anybody But Bush.

Okay, yes, I'm about as Blue-ish as they come and I'd vote Democrat if they ran a ticket of Kelly Osborne and a Barry Bonds Bobblehead Doll (and, if things continue the way they are, they'd probably win). But still, I can't help admit to the fact that at this point, John Kerry leaves me with a big "meh" feeling. He's boring, an empty suit, seemingly devoid of any original idea, not to mention a douche-bag (on the other hand, his daughter has a nice rack ). All of which is a huge buzz kill considering just how fired up everyone is for someone, anyone, to save us. To lead us out of the woods. And we have only John Kerry to lead us the way.

It's kind of like when you really, really want to go home to see the family and you really, really want some home-cooked meal, like brisket or something. And after flying for ever and ever and putting up with all sorts of travelling BS to get there, you finally make it home only to find that you're mother only has left-over casserole for you. Yeah, it's still home-cooked and better than say, airline food, but it's still not brisket. John Kerry is left-over casserole after a long day's trip. Which isn't such a bad thing.

Let's face it, the past four years has been nothing but capital D drama. One big huge roller-coaster ride of a suck-fest- hanging chads, 9/11, the war in Iraq, the Mess in Iraq. I may not like the guy, but I almost feel sorry for the Shrub-meister (almost). Hell, throw in Clinton's "impeachment" and it's been like that for the past six years. Remember the old Chinese curse "may you live in interesting times?" Well, we're pretty frickin' cursed. And to think, at one point, my generation was known for complaining that every exciting thing in the world had already happened. Here we are, stop entertaining us.

As a result, this country is pretty close to the breaking point these days. We’re stressed out, freaked out, and plain old burnt out. We're tight and we're frazzled and we're ready to snap. Seriously, I wouldn't be half-surprised if before the election, people start shooting each other. Just as I and most of my fellow Blue Stater are completely convinced that most Red Stater types are nothing but raving idgits, most Red Staters probably think the same thing about us Blue Staters. Try watching one of those talking-head pundit shows on TV, they're all looking like they're about to beat the ever loving crap out of each other. This country is in dire need of a long weekend in Mexico full of margaritas, tacos, ocean swimming, and strip clubs. And no, I'm not projecting. Well, maybe a little.

And that's why I'm thinking John Kerry could be just what the country needs- a completely, totally, boring President. A President too spineless to do anything reckless, too smart to do anything dumb, too experienced not to know a little- just a little bit- of Middle East History. Umm, and not to mention too secular not to think he's on a mission from God. Sure he won't do anything bold that'll actually reform something, but he's not going to, say, see a memo entitled "Bin Laden to Hijack Plane and Fly it Into a Building" and not say "interesting, say, how'd the Rangers do?". And sure, he'll bore the living crap out of us for four (eight?) years, but after all that's happened, I'm not sure that's such a bad thing.

Now let's go back to that metaphor about travelling all that time to get home. You've flown for hours, you've had to switch flights half-way, you sat next to both a fat guy and a screaming baby, and the in-flight movie was "New York Minute." You finally get to where you're going at like 2 in the morning and you're too stressed and too frazzled to do anything so you turn on the TV hoping you can find something that'll at least entertain you in the dead of the night. Instead all you find is infomercials and C-Span and after deciding to watch C-Span, you find yourself slowly lulled into a deep, relaxing sleep. The kind of sleep that makes you feel just plain old alright when you wake up. That's John Kerry. And yes, that's not a great metaphor but I'm a little rusty with these blogging things.

In other words, John Kerry in '04. Better Boring than Dumb.. Bring on the Bore.

In light of the Olsen Twins appearance on "SNL" last night, I pose this question: Will the Mary Kate vs. Ashley debate be the Stones/Beatles of this generation or the Haim/Feldman?

And speaking of "SNL," it occurs to me that the lovely and talented Tina Fey went to a nearby high school around the time I was in High School. We used to play them in sports, in fact, both in football and soccer. Somewhere in some parallel universe, one much more exciting than this one, a young Tina Fey saw me in my fetching maroon band uniform and white q-tip helmet and realized that I was supposed to be the future Mr. Tina Fey.

Bumper sticker seen on car while on MUNI:

"What would Scooby-Doo?"

Re-emerging for a blog posting, old skool style- more interview fun. Although at this point, blog postings about bad interviews are kind of like later season "Buffy" episodes when they had a one-off Monster-of-the-Week plot line and pretended they hadn't totally been-there-done-that with the whole Monster-of-the-Week plot line yet everyone involved looks completely bored to be doing it again. See, Buffy reference- I told you this posting will be old skool.

So, anyways, on Friday I was twenty-five minutes late for an interview. An interview for a job in which I knew going in I probably would never get only because the job posting was asking for some serious technical stuff (Flash, Java, DART) and I don't know any of that stuff. And it should have been pretty obvious that I didn't know any of that stuff because none of it is on my resume. Yet they called me in. But I digress.


Now, you may be asking, how did I wind up twenty-five minutes late?

Interview is scheduled for three for some place in Brisbane. Having worked in Brisbane, I know the area fairly well and thought it would be easy. Or, so I thought. Here's what happened

1:45- Arrive ten minutes early at bus stop. Transit Oriented Web site says next bus will arrive at 2
2:00- No bus
2:15- Still no bus
2:18- Bus arrives
2:35- Miss bus stop. Turns out the name given on site as the place I should get off is a trailer park, not a street. Turns out too that trailer park is totally enclosed by fencing from construction work. And stop isn't announced by spiffy new P.A. system on bus. Figure there's no problem as there appears to be a stop on every block and the next stop should be coming up soon.
2:40- Haven't stopped at a bus stop yet. Apparently, stopped I missed was the last stop for a couple of miles
2:45- Finally get off. I can see where I'm supposed to go from the stop and figure I might still be able to make it. Especially if I get lucky and find a cab.
2:47- Realize there's no cab to be found. Start walking.
2:55- After walking into a dead end, I realize that there's actually no way to cross from one side of Highway 101 and the other side of Highway 101. In other words, even though I'm about a mile from where I have to go, there's absolutely no way I can walk to there. Also realize directions on Web site don't actually let you know that there is no way of crossing 101 in this area.
2:57- Find payphone and call person to let them know I'll be late. Am told "it's no problem." Tell them I'm in South San Francisco and that I'm going to look for a cab and should be there in about ten minutes.
3:00- Start looking for cab. There's none to be found
3:05- Find hotel and ask them to call me a cab. They tell me it'll be ten minute wait
3:20- Cab shows up.
3:25- Arrive for interview
3:45- Try not to look panicked when person whose interview me tells me show knows evil old boss. No, not the last one, but the one who ran the company with Mr. DJ and Rocker Girl and the Snoring Salesman. Think I do a good job.
4:15- Interview over, I go downstairs and wait for shuttle to take me to BART (shuttle doesn't start til 4). Think about how cool it would be to get the job. For about a minute. Then think about how I really need a drink.

Umm, is it a good thing when a crackhead is standing in the middle of 16th & Valencia and throwing slices of bread all over the street?

So yeah, haven't been posting in awhile. Taking a little break, as it were and should start posting again when things calm down a bit and the sanity has returned. I think, in a way, the ending of "Friends" has affected me way more than I thought. And now that there's rumors that Brad & Jen are having problems, forget about it.

Check in again next week.

this is our last goodbye

I hate to feel the love between us die

but it's over

just hear this and then I'll go

you gave me more to live for

more than you'll ever know
?????????

Yeah, I'm back. Miss me?

Got bitched out yesterday by a temp agency. I had this stupid group interview for a sort-of telemarketing/fund raiser thing that I stupidly agreed to go to and bailed on. Not only that, I showed up about ten minutes late. So while checking my messages from another job, I got this long, five minute bitch-out by the person who got me the interview.

Okay, I was late. That's lame. And I said I'd represent and I didn't. But I'm sick again (long, long weeked), the bus took forever, there was a really good "Charmed" on that morning, and, well, the whole thing was one of those things that the whole time I sat there I kept on thinking to myself "this is going to make one hell of a job entry."

See, it's some group interview thingy, which means that basically about twenty people were assembled in a room, all sent from various temp agencies in hopes of getting the five available positions. The whole thing started off with the people who were running it asking everyone to introduce themselves. Now, first of all, what the hell am I supposed to say? "Hi, I'm Hooray for Anything" and I'm here because I'm an unemployed loser who can't get a job?" Since the thing was for a non-profit, everyone else was saying things like "oh, I really like kids" or "I've spent a lot of time working for non-profits and am looking for more non-profit work." Which, of course, is all bullshit. It's a TEMP JOB. It's for four weeks at eleven bucks an hour. Nobody really wants to be there.

Then the women started asking questions, like "why would somebody want to do this?" or "what kind of resistance will you get when you call them?" For this, they asked for responses from the people there. And people responded. Like they cared. Yeah, I know it's a job interview (sort of) but once again, it's a TEMP JOB. Do the women who are going to make the decision think that the two or three people who answered every question really, really cares that much about answering the question? (ed.- maybe that was the point.)

After that, they went through the call script and told everyone they were going to do a one-on-one type test to see how we'd all do on the phone. Which is when I bailed. Look, I've done market research on the phone before. I can bring it on the phone. I also hated it. And I don't see myself as being the type of person whose going to be calling Larry Ellison and asking him for money for Jerry's Kids.

All of which is why I got the phone call. Okay, I deserved it in a way. And I should probably call up and apologize and come up with some B.S. excuse. But you know what? This particular Temp Agency has never called me. When I call them about a job listing, they don't call me back. They've even been snippy on the phone when I try and get some information out of them. And every temp agency, like every recruiter, gets all excited whenever they think they have something for you, then completely disappears on you when it's over. So, basically, if you're going upset by my behavior, well excuse me.

I just don't think I'm going to be calling them again for a job.

Why our country is doomed (well, besides "The Swan," Paris Hilton, and dinosaur parks geared towards Creationists), I give you this comment on an online chat:

"...I find most in the mainstream press appear to be more concerned with their own particular political agenda and simply report facts consistent with same. If it were not for Fox News Channel and talk radio, I would consider myself ignorant."

And as far as I can tell, he didn't mean that ironically.

Appropos of nothing, whatever happened to Kriss Kross?

Does the Mack Daddy still make them want to jump? And are they still wiggida wiggida wack?