dance, puppets, dance!

graphic provided by logos-bearer, Cherie P, in the great entry on the dissolution of the First Amendment.

The preferred Bush commercial
Really - even if you skimmed over that last entry (or all of them) or just didn't have time to flip through all of the commercials, this one was worth it.

Ok, never mind - you don't care. I'll talk...

about the weather...a shiver in my voice as if my toes might fall off

On flakier news, it's 14 degrees F here in lovely Ithaca. As I mentioned to beachsomewhere, since you folks in Atlanta are experiencing sub-freezing temperatures, at least we can commiserate. I failed to mention that I actually am responsible for you sharing in the frigid weather down South. If I'm going to be miserable, you shall as well!
(people on my friends list in Canada and Alaska, please hush).

Ok, it's all about you

Despite one use above, I'm on a move to stop referring to people by their livejournal names, even in livejournal. Obvious exceptions are people whose real life names I don't know or who wish to have them used to protect their identities for whatever reason. One part is because my memory for names is shitty enough as it is...there are some of you who I've met, liked and want to have, like, 10,000 of your babies, but would need some hints to recall your given names. Also - I'm not my livejournal - it's an aspect of me, and like everything else (emails, letters, pictures, my face, etc.) it is only what I present to you and is perceived in a particular way - and I'd like to give as many of you the same credit. That said, some of you only have this particular interface with me, and that's fine, and that's how it's supposed to work. It's just odd to read about "The person who means the most to me, clambakehead, has shown me so many things about life." Unless their name really is Clambake Head.