Fellow Brooklynites and Colbert fans, I would like to draw your attention to this paper's endorsement of David Yassky. (Note the headline...)

Fellow Brooklynites and Colbert fans, I would like to draw your attention to this paper's endorsement of David Yassky. (Note the headline...)

Hey, that was my district! Sniff.

El presidente has been clueless about the needs of television before. Remember last fall, when he did a speech during Sweeps? On a Thursday? On the half-hour, which meant he broke two timeslots instead of just one?

I like to think the networks beat him over the head after that, but I suspect they rolled over and said, "Yeah, George! Okay, George! And after that, can we go chase some sticks, George? Yeah? Huh? Okay?"

I like The Straight Dope's explanation of hypnagogic myoclonus -- he says that it may also happen in relation to vaguely perceived noises in a delayed reaction. It's possible that you're hearing different sounds in the car rather than in your bedroom, I suppose.

One thing that I've noticed with my own falling-asleep-twitching is that it's a lot more likely to happen to me if I've had a major fall or almost-fall that day, as though my nervous system is trying to revisit it.

And Nutty, somebody else probably sighed and said "Why do you do that? He'll never want to stop now!"And my tag feels very appropriate with the 9/11 memories, though I knew very few of you at that time. And I'm very glad that not that many people watched the bogus 9/11 special.

Myoclonus Jerk.

I always thought that'd be a great name for a band.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Trudy!

I'm glad the primaries are tomorrow because I'm tired of answering the phone and getting a recorded message.(I know, there will still be phone spam until the elections in November, but maybe there will be fewer for a bit)

Whew! Prisonbreak is NOT going to be affected by any 9/11 speechiness.

I remember being excessively proud of Buffistas five years ago, for the mutual support, for taking every avenue to account for people, people calling long-distance cross-country for people who couldn't reach relatives or friends, and reporting back here. In the days following, I remember Elena dealing with prescriptions for passengers on flights grounded in Halifax, and the locals there turning out with food and clothing and lodging for all these unexpected detainees. I remember sitting up late with Trudy and I forget who else, keeping her company online when the breeze coming from the wrong direction was keeping her awake and upset.

But on the day, I remember the kindness, the care, and the instant support for incipient hysteria. And that I got news here more quickly than my online friends and neighbors were getting from tv and news services. And I remember Nilly hand-holding us through things she'd already experienced and realizing that the US had just joined the rest of the world in vulnerability.

We had become a community before that date, but I think the nature of the community changed then. Deepened, broadened, stretched to accomodate as needed. And I never loved us more.

One thing that I've noticed with my own falling-asleep-twitching is that it's a lot more likely to happen to me if I've had a major fall or almost-fall that day, as though my nervous system is trying to revisit it.

oh, that's interesting. I tend to be dreaming about tripping or falling, and jerk physically in response to it.