You know why I friggin hate this weather? Because I just had to go out and buy my fourth umbrella of the season. And yes, one could argue that it's my damn fault for constantly losing my umbrella, but it's the weather's fault I have to use it so much.

Anyways, reason # infity why I love the internet? And no, not because of the whole "Snakes on a Plane" thing (which I do love), but because somebody went through all the trouble of editing together every Jennifer Connelly nude scene from all of her movies and posting it online. Even better? The one scene that's not in there, the infamous one from "Requiem for a Dream?" You can find it on YouTube.

God love the internet

I watch Bill Maher a lot and I hate to say it that when I watch the show, I usually come away with a weird feeling of admiration for the token conservative they have on their. Part of it is kind of a weird underdog thing in that I realize in most cases it's an unfriendly audience, unfriendly host, and unfriendly panelists. But mainly it's because for the most part, they stick to their guns, say what they always say, but do so completely sure of themselves and their beliefs. I'm not saying I believe what they're saying or that occasionaly they devolve into BushBot-ness, but it's still kind of impressive to see somebody going up there and saying what they believe with confidence in what they believe.

This, of course, is in contrast to my side.

Loved, loved, loved "V For Vendetta." It was Fawlking awesome (get it? get it?). What I loved about it, besides the fact that anything that includes the explosion of buildings set to the 1812 Overture is pretty cool, is that it was a movie that took for granted that most people could believe that the government is fascist, the news is propaganda, and the Chuch corrupt without ever once having to deny that they hate America.

In other words, the movie was a breath of fresh, Blue State, air.

This was my morning. How was yours?

So imagine you get to the point where you think it's time to shake things off. And imagine that you sign up for something that could be cool, but kind of not something you want that out in the public. And imagine you have a cell phone that for whatever reason, occasionally clicks on "driving mode" and becomes a speaker phone. Then imagine that you get a call concerning somewhat embarassing thing while phone is in speaker phone mode, thus letting all your cubicle neighbors know what the kind of embarassing thing is.

Uh yeah, I disappeared again.

Long story short... work went totally nutso which caused me to get sick which caused me to bet that much more tired when I came back from Reno over the weekend (had to go, after all, especially as I bought the tickets) and then followed all that up by accidently taking the non-non-drowsy cold tablets today at work.

That was fun.

Except for when you compare my Zombie Tuesday with last Friday's Zombie Friday, it's been probably way too many dies slowly lolling around looking for brains to eat.

And so I went to Reno this weekend to continue on my new found discovery that gambling can be fun. Good thing I'm doing it now when most of my gambling addicted friends have pretty much given it up now. Anyways, why Reno? Because as much as Vegas can be fun and as much as Vegas is, well, Vegas, baby, sometimes you just don't want to put up with all of that. Sometimes Vegas is just too much-- too much noise, too crowded, too neon, too "do this!" Reno was a way of doing all the stuff you could do in Vegas, like gambling and eating at ridiculously crazy restaurants and delving into full-on cheese without feeling like you're constantly being hammered by it 24/7.

Yes, nobody has ever said "...only in Reno" or "what happens in Reno stays in Reno" but sometimes you don't want the thought that something crazy could happen to be bugging you the whole time because usually, nothing crazy happens.
Then you just get upset because nothing crazy happened.

Someday, when all the ants meet back in Antland in Ant HQ, they will all talk about the Massacre of Wounded Closet and they will tear up and be solemn. For lo, their asses were kicked.

Wow, I pretty much have nothing to say about the finale of Battlestar Galactica. I mean, I appreciate the fact that the show takes chances but that's one hell of a chance they took, completely rejiggering the show so that it's almost completely recognizable like that. It's not exactly the show I fell in love with anymore- three characters are now married, everyone's out of a job, Adama has a porn-stache, and everything really did go to hell in a handbasket. The episode, however, was amazingly well done, almost surreal and way sad and I almost couldn't watch certain points because very smart people were doing very dumb things. Although they were actually kind of smart, just wrong.

Anyways, now it's over and it won't be until October when I'll be able to see new eppies again. But luckily, the Sopranos started up again. So now I have that. And when that's over, it looks like Entourage is back on. Then, when Entourage is over, it'll be new episodes of Battlestar. And when that's over, new Sopranos and so on and so forth.

It's the circle of life.

I get a haircut from some Chinese barber on 16th street, around the corner from me. It's the kind of haircut I like- cheap, quick, and reasonably good.

The only problem with the place is that they have some sort of weird mirror which makes me look like I have a bald spot on the top of my head. As much as I like going to the place and as cheap as it is, I wish they could somehow fix their mirror.

Sometimes it's the simple things in life, things we all forget about but are always there. Like drinks at the Toronado and sausage from Rosamnunde...

I went to this fairly swank cocktail party on Thursday and half-way through had to make a bathroom run. The office where the party was held had two bathrooms, one for men and one for women. The one for men was being used, but the women's room appeared to be empty as it was not locked. I thought about just hopping into the women's bathroom to use that one as it was one of those bathrooms in which the only difference between the men's and women's is a urinal, but decided against it because the party held a lot of progessive types and I was afraid that if I got caught coming out of the women's room, I'd get a lecture about social inequality, gender roles, and civil rights. After waiting a few minutes with nobody coming out of the men's room, I said screw it and went to jump in the women's room.

There was a woman in it and using it. She just forgot to lock the door.

I said my "excuse me's" and quickly closed the door to wait for the person to come out of the men's room. Finally, the door opened up and out of the men's room came a woman.

I think I'm figuring out what's wrong with Lost this season. Last season, the show was mainly about a bunch of people stranded on an island after a place crash trying to survive. The whole mystery part of it was only peripheral. Or not really peripheral, but the fact that the people were trying to survive on an island after being in a horrible plane crash was always there and being dealt with. This season, the mystery has become the foccal point and the fact that they're a bunch of people stranded on an island after a plane crash isn't really dealt with anymore.

Are they trying to get off the island? How are they coping? Where are they living? Do they even seem to care that they're stuck on an island? They all seem to be pretty okay with the fact nobody knows where they are and they have no idea how to get off.

Also, what's up with all the other people stranded with the Lostaways? No, not "the Others" but all the people in the background who were part of the flight but don't say anything. If, as is suggested, all the "Lostaways" are people trying to find themselves or trying to atone for something, do all the other people have something they need to find or atone for? Are they all murders and convicts and Iraqi soldiers? Maybe evil accountants with Enron or boob job surgeons? Or are they just people sitting next to all the other people who just managed to be kind of collateral damage to the other character's redemption? And are they seeing dead relatives or horses too? And what do they think about the whole punching in the code thing?

I got about fifty e-mails to my e-mail account today.

All but three of them were spam.

Everything you need to know about the current Democratic Party could be summed up by this line in yesterday's Washington Post story about Democrats being unable to come up with a message: "Even the party's five-word 2006 motto has preoccupied congressional Democrats for months...That slogan -- "Together, America Can Do Better" -- was revived from the 2004 presidential campaign of Sen. John F. Kerry. It was the last line of Virginia Gov. Timothy M. Kaine's response to President Bush's State of the Union address, and Reid, Pelosi and Democratic National Committee Chairman Howard Dean have used it in speeches. But there is an effort afoot to drop the word "together." It tests well in focus groups and audiences, Democratic sources said, but it makes the syntax incorrect"
That, of course, has been the reason why the Republicans have won virtually every election since 2000- proper grammar.

Yes, I'm back. Sort of. I just haven't had much blog-worthy things to post about lately and I've been suffering from what I'll call a Whiter Shade of Blah. Let's just say the most exciting thing that happened is that I now have a wireless airport in my apartment which is how I'm able to write this posting from my bed.

Life is good.