Being. Doing. Not telling.
What is there to say?
I watched Anthony Bourdain going to Malaysia, and I think, "little bit of a mid-life crisis." Well, he's paid his dues. Doesn't excuse him from being a jackass, but he's never said he wasn't one. On the whole, I rather like the guy, but I could never invite him to my house for dinner.
I read a blog written by one of the Transformer Decepticons, Bonecrusher, who hates everything, including hating having to hate everything, and hating himself, but still just has to hate everything.
This is what passes for entertainment today.
Okay, so finances. Money.
I'm going to follow rather closely the advice of Phil Town.
Okay, I've written enough about that for now.
I paid some attention to the Iowa primary. I still think America will largely do the "media character" voting thing like we did for George Dubya (he evokes the spirit of an American cowboy much more than did Al Gore or John Kerry), rather than on the "issues" voting thing or even "real character" thing.
I'm probably rather cynical.
But I do have to say that I lost some of my cynicism, if temporarily, when I was listening to the young people who supported Barack Obama because he represented a change to old style Washington politics.
It was temporary, mind you. Barack will not be able to change the old school Congress fixtures who run our country right into the ground. Hey, you gotta get re-elected, you know? If they do the right thing and get voted out of office because it was unpopular, well, then it wasn't that right after all, right?
At this rate, we'll be the United States of Indichinamexerica before too long. No more "must be a native-born citizen to be elected President" crap. Just "must be born on the planet Earth." Although I will get a kick out of watching people trying to properly spell the President's name, let alone pronounce it.