Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me.

It is fucking impossible to find some sorbet in this town. What's a person got to do to get some goddam sorbet?!

Oh, and today, while walking back from campus, I saw a bird of prey (hawk? falcon? not sure) feasting on a squirrel. Right by the Chemistry Building! I kid you not. If I had a camera on me I would have captured it as proof.

In other news, the Yankees suck, the Knicks suck, the Mets are on a roll, hockey's dead, and my allergies are driving me insane.

Oh, for crying out loud

The contents of President Bush's iPod, dubbed "iPod One," have been revealed by a presidential aide. Not surprisingly, far too much has been read into what is (or isn't) on the iPod. For once, I'll give the President a break. Hell, I wouldn't want anyone making conclusions about me based on the contents of my iPod.

Frank Rich rocks

I wouldn't ordinarily associate Frank Rich's pieces in the New York Times with the term "jump the shark" but I suppose there's a time and place for everything. Check out his Op-Ed piece slamming the recent mediafests that were the Sciavo death watch and the papal death watch.

More "Flick Skinny"

"Sin City" a la "Flick Skinny". (Click on the image for a larger version.)

Culture of life?

Not to be too snarky, but... oh hell, who am I kidding? If I can't be snarky, what the hell do I have left?

Anyway. For a so-called "culture of life" that the powers-that-be are trying to encourage, we seem to be awfully obsessed with death these days. First there was Terry Schiavo's death vigil. Now we've just finished with the Pope's death vigil. Gah.

On second thought, given the unseemly morbidity of the past few week's headline news, I can't summon up the snark necessary to make myself feel better about the pathetic state to which the pop media has deteriorated. Out of respect for Pope John Paul II, I'll just have to be content with telling the pop media to go "F" itself.