2004-07-27 - 9:30 a.m.
Ignoring Convention
It's Day Two of the Democratical National Convention, and I'm guessing day two of my campaign of ignorance. I'm not watching it. Why? Well, the conventions are boring (except when I watch with my sister and she screams inappropriately at Christopher Reeve, which is pretty damn funny to watch). I read the newspaper and several web sites, and I find that I get several points of view on things that way instead of the sanitized coverage of the networks. I'll read the official speeches on the DNC site and then make up my own mind without the mindless chatter of pundits to interfere. Plus, this way, I won't miss any action on The Amazing Race and Summerland! God bless America. And the Internet.
Dream Watch 2000: I dreamt that I was involved in a search party for missing people. I don't know who was missing, but I was getting tired of participating so I volunteered to "monitor" the action at the mall.
What I'm Listening To: Beastie Boys, To The 5 Boroughs. It's a'ight, and there are several bright spots, but it doesn't match the brilliance of past albums.
What I'm Reading: Articles about the Teresa Heinz "shove it" incident. Strangely enough, it does not inspire as much glee as the Dick Cheney "go fuck yourself" affair of June. First off, the guy asked her a legitimate question about something she actually said and she denied saying it. Secondly, this whole situation made it possible for Hillary Clinton to have an actual "You go girl!" soundbyte. Which is just wrong. While I'm all for bashing the obnoxious press, it seems a little unjustified. And I was hoping that Teresa could give a straight answer no matter how tough it is for her husband to do the same. Here's hoping next week brings us news of a Bush twin shouting "sit and spin, asshat!" during a campaign rally. Now that would be funny.
What I'm Watching: Crossing Jordan on A&E. Jill Hennessy is still suffering from eternal lockjaw. You'd think the NBC janitors had learned from her stint on Law & Order to make sure to clean up any rusty nails. Miguel Ferrer was fantastically hard ass, even if he had to be involved in the stupidest heartwarming subplot acted out by horrible guest child actors this side of 7th Heaven. Jerry O'Connell was in jeopardy this episode because of some dead suspect or something. He was positutely (new word I'm trying out) craptastic, and yet I was completely fascinated by the whole show. You know there was once a waiter at the local Houlihans who looked like him, and my friends decided he was my boyfriend, and we called him Jerry O'Bennigans. Just wanted to share that.
