What the Rolling Stones are up to:

World's Greatest Rock 'n' Roll Band is out with a new album next month, and it includes a love song in reverse for the Bush administration. It's called "Sweet Neo Con," and it goes something like this: "You call yourself a Christian, I call you a hypocrite. You call yourself a patriot, well I think you're full of shit. How come you're so wrong, my sweet neo-con?"

On the radio this morning, they were talking about potential replacements for Jennings. Nobody jumped out into the lead, other than possibly Diane Sawyer, but if they went with a female anchor, I'd personally love to see them go with someone with more field reporting experience (and fewer fluff pieces) but still personable, like Soledad O'Brien.

Damn, that sounds like good eating, sara.

It really was. Luckily, my sense of taste didn't go awol until yesterday, so I got to enjoy it.

I'm kicking myself for not asking my aunt if I could go get a couple of ears of corn to take with me. I walked into the house and despite it not being the old farmhouse (it's next door) the smell of the corn immediately made SUMMER start blaring in my head. I spent at least a couple weeks every summer up on the farm until I was 14 or so and we stopped going up there regularly.

The cousin who got married is the same age as I, and we were thick as thieves growing up. Out at the farm, we dragged her husband and one of our other cousin's 5 year old all over, showing where we used to twirl and hang and generally improvise gymnastics on various farm equipment (we WERE 9 for the '84 Olympics!) and the old shed that was our "house" (old metal toy stove is still in there, buried under spare parts now. There are still some fading old magazine pictures we'd pasted to the walls.)

The old barn is gone, so no showing off that deathtrap, but my uncle still has the old tractor that was his father's that I accidentally started when I was 12 and freaked the hell out.

Somewhat of a wonder we survived. We knew not to play around with the silos, though.

Funniest thing was that my flight home got cancelled. Oops. So they put me on another airline, which turned out to be much more direct, so that was good. I was sitting patiently at the gate, waiting for boarding and who should show up but my cousin and her new husband! They were on the same flight. So we got to talk some more, and I got to get to know him better. We also had an hour in Cinncinatti, so more talking and catching up, which was awesome. Then they were off to Amsterdam for a honeymoon.

tommyrot! USPS website says they attempted to deliver the package at 11:47, so at least it's in your town.

tommyrot! USPS website says they attempted to deliver the package at 11:47, so at least it's in your town.

Oh yeah. Stupid wanker mail carrier didn't ring the doorbell!

But if I can borrow the car, I'm going to go to the Evanston post office and pick it up today.

So, a qualified 'Yay!'

You can still get Red Sudafed if you ask for it -- at least in MA, it's now kept behind the counter in the pharmacy section. Because, you know, it could potentially be used for meth production. SIGH

Sounds like an awesome trip, sarameg.

You can still get Red Sudafed if you ask for it

Both red and blue sudafed are still available, but you have to ask for it here too now. Red sudafed gets me perilously close to nosebleed territory.

Trip would have been a real perfect vacation had I not been sick. I felt out of it quite a bit. At least I was able to rally for the wedding and the family thing.

The basic concept? The Creator is an utter dumbass.

I'd like to add "human knees" and "the mating habits of penguins" to that list.

I mean, if postmodernists truly believed everything, including postmodernism, was relative, they'd be a lot easier to deal with.

Bwah! So true.

Mildly spoilery article about the next Gilmore Girls season.

The guy who plays Logan is 28. He wasn't even young when he was a Young American!

Does anyone here put premium in their car? If not, but it's one of those cars that says you should -- why not?