NP: OutKast, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below (CD)

So, Thursday is apparently a good day to go to Chipotle for lunch, not because there's any less of a huge line for a ridiculously oversized burrito, but because there's an office supply store that gets The Reader along the way. So I'm definitely learning the ropes of this job.

My life seems to be humming along nicely. Before last night, I can't even remember the last time I went out and drank with co-workers on an employer's dime, at least not if you exclude every single gig I've ever been on, because that's different. Of course, seeing as how there's drinking involved, the causality of not being able to remember is a little supsect.

As the local thrives, the global is struggling. In particular, I've been watching the whole Karen Hughes flap with a sort of sick fascination. This all looks very familiar. Hughes says something about terrorists, then something about abortion, and is shocked and appalled that anyone would suggest she was drawing a parallel between the two. Sound familiar? Connection between Iraq and al Queda, anyone? That statistic has raised it's ugly little head again, which unfortunately validates the Bushies' strategy of mentioning things in proximity to one another so a stupid, gullible public reaches really bad conclusions. I still think that you could slamdunk on Bush-Cheney if you ran soundbites of the two of them mentioning Iraq and al Queda in the same sentence ad nauseum, followed by Bush's eventual admission that there was nothing there.

Oh, and Tony's wife had the baby. Everyone seems to be doing fine, and I'll refrain from saying more, because Googlebaiting a new baby's name seems in poor taste.