1.27.2005

Poor Seth Cohen. With the heartbreaking and the lesbian loving and things of that nature.

Okay. Please let me get all teen-drama obsessed on your ass for a minute....

Marissa goes gay, at least for several episodes, beginning tonight. A string of relationships have gone nowhere for Marissa -- including a random relationship-type something with DJ (who, incidentally also guest starred as a police officer on an episode of Law & Order: SVU this season -- how old are we to think he is?). At any rate, Marissa is going to try her hand at being a lesbian.

The true comedy is that everyone always thinks that Seth and Ryan have the homosexual undertones in their relationship. We'll see how this one plays out.

Labels: Pop Culture

Anonymous at 5:02 PM

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1.26.2005

John Kerry -- leave me the hell alone.

I've shed far too many tears over you. I do not need your long-winded, once-weekly emails about policy and blah, blah, blah. All of the people who lost their jobs because they believed in you, working endless hours in phone banks and on the campaign trail, probably don't want to receive your emails either.

So, I have unsubscribed from your mailing list, John Kerry. I can't handle the pain any longer.

You have been....DELETED.

Labels: Politics

Anonymous at 2:37 PM

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1.20.2005

What tsunami? Oh. And screw you, D.C.

Check out the full list of inauguration *cough* coronation *cough* overspending here, but this is a taste of the financial breakdown that the the Center for American Progress put together:

$40 million: Cost of Bush inaugural ball festivities, not counting security costs.

$2,000: Amount FDR spent on the inaugural in 1945 -- about $20,000 in today's dollars.

400: Pounds of lobster provided for "inaugural feeding frenzy" at the exclusive Mandarin Oriental hotel.

3,000: Number of "Laura Bush Cowboy cookies" provided for "inaugural feeding frenzy" at the Mandarin hotel.

$15,000: The down payment to rent a fur coat paid by one gala attendee who didn't want the hassle of schlepping her own through the airport.

$1: Amount per guest President Carter spent on snacks for guests at his inaugural parties. To stick to a tight budget, he served pretzels, peanuts, crackers and cheese and had cash bars.

200: Number of Humvees outfitted with top-of-the-line armor for troops in Iraq that could have been purchased with the amount of money blown on the inauguration.

22 million: Number of children in regions devastated by the tsunami who could have received vaccinations and preventive health care with the amount of money spent on the inauguration.

1,160,000: Number of girls who could be sent to school for a year in Afghanistan with the amount of money lavished on the inauguration.

26,000: Number of Kevlar vests for U.S. soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan that could be purchased for $40 million.

66: Percentage of Americans who think this over-the-top inauguration should have been scaled back.

Worst part of all, though? That the administration is forcing broke-as-a-joke District of Columbia to foot the bill for security. To be precise, that total is $17 mil.

Payback perhaps? Seeing as how only 9% of D.C. voters cast their ballots for Bush in 2004. I doubt it. I couldn't imagine this administration being that petty....

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Anonymous at 2:22 PM

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The past me knows me all too well...

Apparently the me of the past knew that I would be in need of a pick-me-up this morning.

Dear FutureMe,

Me again. Hopefully we are speaking under good circumstances. Hopefully we are speaking. You may just be under your desk, weeping quietly to yourself, still clutching a presidential button.

Is it a good day? Is regime change happening at home, as the frequently reproduced phrase asks? Will the democrats who make up those funny sayings be out of work, but actually happy about it?

Questions…

I hope that you are happy.

And if things didn’t go as planned, and we have four more years of hell (as Theresa so accurately described – since we have already lived through four, after all), I hope that you are inspired to fight for what you believe in. Because you know it is in danger.

And if all else fails, and you are too depressed to come out from under your desk, just remember that you have only 37 days until Hawaii.

Xo,
Jen

Not to start off the new blog on a depressing note, but if this is all we have to look forward to for the next four years... well, I may just stay under my desk.

P.S. - Send yourself depressing messages in the future by visiting this site.

Anonymous at 11:06 AM

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