that's the word I've heard as well...

And then when CNN re-broadcast it, they edited that part out.

So that the old-fashioned people, who don't use YouTube, will have no idea, but the newfangled people, who use YouTube (and would never watch Larry King without prompting), are all in the know.

Weird way to handle knowledge, you know? Kind of a perfect example of the "digital divide."

While I am at it, note to Ken: don't shit where you eat, hon.

Jericho question: is Super!Skeet's car the same kind as Metallicar?

I don't know, but the Metallicar in question is a (4-door) '67 Impala.

I'm reading Salon's Daou Report (it's a summery of various blogs, both from the left and the right) and 2 very interesting things popped out at me:

1) one right wing blogger quoted on the page (from a blog called "Wuzzadem") says:

Stupid Family Values Voters...

What was Middle America thinking?! What on earth possessed them to vote for Blue Dog Democrats (many of who campaigned as openly religious Christians espousing "traditional" American values)? ... Effin' uptight dumbasses! Who needs 'em?!

2) Rush Limbaugh's desperate distancing himself from those Repugs he found "distasteful" (excerpt from his radio show transcript, found here)

There have been a bunch of things going on in Congress, some of this legislation coming out of there that I have just cringed at, and it has been difficult coming in here, trying to make the case for it when the people who are supposedly in favor of it can't even make the case themselves -- and to have to come in here and try to do their jobs. I'm a radio guy! I understand what this program has become in America and I understand the leadership position it has. I was doing what I thought best, but at this point, people who don't deserve to have their water carried, or have themselves explained as they would like to say things but somehow aren't able to, I'm not under that kind of pressure.

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I tried to make it as clear as I can. I'm not going to eat my own, and I'm not going to throw my own overboard, particularly in a campaign, and particularly when the country is at war -- and I'm not going to do it for selfish reasons, and I'm not going to do it to stand out, and I'm not going to do it to be different. I'm not going to do it to draw attention from our enemies. I'm not going to do anything I do so that the Drive-By Media will like me or think that, "Ooooh, Limbaugh has changed! Ooooh, Limbaugh is coming around!" That's not my thinking.

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It has been a challenge to come in here and look at some of the weaknesses and some of the missed opportunities and try to cover for them and make up for them and make sure that the opportunities are not totally lost. But at some point you have to say, "I'm not them, and I can't assume the responsibility for their success. It isn't my job to make them succeed. It isn't my job to make elected Republicans look good if they can't do it themselves. It's not my job to make them understandable and understood if they can't do it themselves -- not in perpetuity, not ad infinitum." So all I can tell you is I feel a little liberated, and I think this is all going to result in a lot of cleansing in a number of areas.

the Metallicar in question is a (4-door) '67 Impala.

And it's beautiful, baby. Want that car soooooo much.

OMG why is my boss so crazy? Argh.

Latest tricks: #1: Insisting that because she didn't respond to the CEO's email scheduling a meeting that the meeting was not scheduled. Um, yeah -- if the CEO thinks she has a meeting with you? You have a meeting with her. And #2: Apparently having opposite day when it comes to documents. Document says, essentially, "We still love XYZ." Her response? "Why are we saying we hate XYZ????"

I'm a fan of Chevelles, myself. I saw one in traffic a couple of months ago -- it was orange, and gorgeous.

One of my high school buddies had a Chevelle. Oh man, we loved that car. Good memories.

I'm a fan of the '67 Ford Galaxie 500. They've started to become more collectable in recent years.

Pretty black Galaxie: [link]

She also likes to listen to Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh every. day.

Holy carp! Someone on another blog quoted Glenn Beck the other day as bloviating about Rick Santorum being "a true thinker" and "the Winston Churchill our generation has been searching for," and my first thought was that this guy must be one of those obscure wacky Far Blogistan outliers the right and left are always digging up and pointing out but whom nobody outside Blogistan actually pays any attention to. I'm boggled (and horrified) that he's an actual radio-show-having capital-P Pundit.

Also, the hell? Your workplace doesn't have rules about what can and can't be listened to? If she worked at my uni, she'd be thumped over the head for her radio habits. The rules here are that you can post political flyers and posters and whatnot in your personal workspace, because other people can always just look away, but anything your coworkers can't ignore without the aid of earplugs is verboten. If it's audible and political -- left, right or any other direction -- you can listen with headphones or you can get smacked down by a supervisor. So generally our workplace radios are all jazz or all classical music (except for the doctor in the office next to mine, who plays lots and lots of Magnetic Fields). Much less hostile and crazymaking.

Another part of "the grownups are in charge" means hearings designed to figure out the best way to do something. Also investigations/oversight designed to find out how to make sure something doesn't happen again, as opposed to trying to score political points.

Man, I hope hope hope, but even if it happens I dread how it's going to be reported and twisted. It's been so frustrating over the past 6 years to hear so many (not all, but way too many) pundits and lawmakers go on and on about how the Democrats have no plans and no policies, when they do so have 'em; they just tend to be wordier and wonkier and less snappy and sound-bitey.

Long pig!

Hee!

I am a dork. Or I just don't get out much. Walked across campus to mail something. Discover they've closed the post office. In June. Whoops.

Anyway, I can just go to the mailing store after work. And maybe mail the package. Cause, see, I only have $3 in cash.