Venus

Dan's in Ithaca today and I'm a bit jealous. They didn't put him up at the Statler Hotel on campus though. He's downtown at a Hampton Inn overlooking Wal-Mart. All I want is some produce from Wegman's.

My kidney still hurts. Day 4 on antibiotics. I think I've drank like four bottles of cranberry juice. Can't mix vitamins with the antibiotics.

I still have yet to shower.

I still have yet to leave the house this week. I need to get my nails done. Luckily I'm waxed.

I watched the movie Venus last night with Peter O'Toole and it was a truly wonderful film.

O'Toole does look a bit like that fucked up person/thing in the Hannibal Lechter movies.

I've watched massive amounts of TV during my sick days...Private Practice, Brothers & Sisters, Desperate Housewives, LA Ink, SVU. Love it.

Shannon - is it true that LOST isn't starting untilFebruary?

My oh so fabulous graphic designers - Lewis Creative - have put together an awesome first look at my logo. Too bad all the domain names I've wanted...AMPR, AM Communications, Rise PR, Rise Communications are all taken. What to do. What to do.

T.I. is an asshole. Machine guns? Really.

Gettin' All Political

A few years ago I rather begrudgingly voted for Gore...I don't know, he's a bit Hollywood and Tipper bugs me...then Kerry...I wasn't even close to being in love...and now I'm totally behind Barack Obama even though I know in my heart of hearts that he's going to be left in Hillary's dust. This country is far more prepared for a woman president than a Black one. Please - as two female authors blogged yesterday - what's up with the noose again?

Anyway, Gore's Nobel Prize win has the Democratic Party with their fingers crossed that he will announce his presidential run in the eleventh hour. I would really like to hear/see it. Bottom line, I don't want Hillary as president...though I truly believe she will be one.

I'm petrified of Giuliani and he like married his cousin. Mitt Romney is frankly too waspy. And McCain is just crazy. And then there is the Law & Order guy with the "I don't want to be called a trophy" wife.

What the hell happened to Howard Dean? Did that funny shriek he made really ruin him forever?