well, that curse didn’t help at all, did it? anyways, here’s something i found over at chris’s, spliced from lots of footage from the rnc: repetition.

i just have to make this official: curse on mussina and the yankees! go red sox.

the other night over dinner i asked my dad why he’s voting for bush. arguing ensued for the next 45 minutes or so, and it basically came down to personal matters, my dad got burned by carter when he was in office, and hasn’t voted democrat since. the problem with the vote is that he’s voting completely on intangibles, he’s not as much voting for bush as he is NOT voting for kerry. and that’s all based on intangible things, like he doesn’t “trust” kerry not to raise taxes on the middle class, or he doesn’t “think” that kerry will be a “good leader” for the country. he said some other really, really bad stuff, and it was pretty hard to talk to him about it. i gave up.

but you can’t fault me for trying. that was the first time i’ve ever tried to talk to anyone about why they’re voting for who they are that didn’t readily agree with political views, and it’s the longest conversation i’ve had with my dad since i got back home.

i spent nine hours yesterday cleaning the garage, which was filled with cobwebs and dead spiders and what may or may not be refuse from various insects. i have to go the dump today and throw away boxes and boxes of old shit that’s been in the garage for years. i was sidetracked a few times when i found yearbooks from my 7th grade class and my freshman year of highscool, where everyone said, “Tim, have fun in Washingtown.”

back from los angeles, in deecee. we listened to the debates on the radio, i’ll save any commentary for later, i don’t feel like it’s necessary right now. but ebay is great, i don’t know if this will still be up when you see it, but someone’s selling bush’s wood. the internets is a beautiful thing. more on bush wood. also, check out bush’s swagger turn into anger. talk about “unpresidential” behavior.

UPDATE: i’m just going to keep taking all the links from the daily kos, including this fired up, yet somehow, still composed, tim ryan of ohio’s scathing rebuke of the administration’s bald-faced lies.

another good point that owl and her dad made that we all were waiting for kerry to totally jump on, which he didn’t, was the last question of the debate, asking bush to admit three mistakes. sam rosenfeld is terribly articulate on the matter over at tapped and says everything we were thinking of: kerry blew a big opportunity to say that bush STILL doesn’t think he has made a SINGLE mistake. fucking appointments. THAT was his answer. if there were any other questions that were as blatantly unanswered as that one, they paled in comparison. bush finished very poorly and left the door wide open to hit a homerun on it… but he didn’t.

i’m heading back to northern california right about now, but had to drop these by real quick:

-what barry says, a scary-real propoganda film that imagines american imperialism as the means to an ends: the third world war. that explanation may not do the short film any justice, but you need to watch it anyway.

-chris also posted a good list of reasons to vote for john kerry and not george w. bush. it’s about to get real political around here, and ya’ll muthafuckas better start educating yourself and making a decision on who you’re voting for and you better understand the consequences of your actions or misinformed voting. you know where i stand, you got a beef with it, ask me why and i’ll let you know.

we gotta get the fuck outta here. out.

sometimes, when i’m sleeping, i remember something from a long time ago and am half-asleep and i start dreaming and it’s oddly satisfying. i’ve got a list of things on my mind, and i should be sleeping right now, dreaming, so i’ll make it quick:

-fuck the domestic versions of taxi and shall we dance?. fuck that weak-ass comedy from bad american writers and shitty mtv stylization in the former, and really, really, screw richard gere just for being richard gere. the french version of taxi and the japanese version of shall we dance? are guaranteed to be better. i almost felt like qualifying that statement, then thought better.

-i’ve heard from two people i haven’t heard from since high school (one indirectly, the other directly) and it was weird and good to hear from andre. when i first rode into richland a few weeks ago on the greyhound, i realized that it had been ten years since i had originally moved to the area. the days are never gonna get slower, people. enjoy the ride.

-i’m in los angeles right now, and it is nice. seeing as it’s the closest thing to and most recent home i’ve had it felt nice sneaking in through malibu and watching the pacific ocean peak over the cliffs from the malibu canyon.

-i think i’m getting sick.

-what’d you think of the debates last night? it’s a shame cheney is a smart guy, huh? a smart LIAR!!!!! mwahahahaha!!! did you hear that debate shit going down in the senate today? that muthafucka whining about how no one should question the president because it’s disrespectful of the position is a bitch. straight up.

-going to sleep. the red sox mopped up again tonight. cheers.

i forgot: go sox.

if you haven’t seen garden state yet, i urge you to do so right now. get off your ass, put your sandwich down, tell work you’re going home sick and go to the movies this afternoon and see it. i don’t care if you have to stick your thumb in your eye so your boss will think your eyes are bleeding.

one critique: the shins thing, did she have to say the shins? couldn’t she just have him listen? it plays a little like a commercial for “new slang”, not unlike the mcdonalds commercial featuring “new slang”.

regardless, punch your boss and spend your hard earned cash on a matinee and some popcorn and a huge-ass soda that you’ll only drink about three sips from. sit far from the screen and then leave it on the floor so that when the usher comes in to clean up the theater he accidentally kicks it and it flows like a waterfall all over the theater floor and pools down at the bottom where the gutter is. isn’t it weird we have gutters in the theaters? anyways, don’t really do that last part, because i’ve been there, and cleaning people’s chaw spit isn’t a fun thing to do when you’re working a double at the metro.

my point? i was just reading the garden state blog and The Braff is a pretty funny dude. i know you all can’t read, so you should go see his movie instead.

i’m gonna go ride one of my brother’s two (2) bikes to the donut shop. some asshole took the corner too fast by my parents’ house and ran into the back of my mom’s car in front of our house. i may just take the volvo out for a spin for old time’s sake. josh car surfed on it once through north richland on our way to ben’s house. it was funny and stupid.

i’ve been seeing some pretty awful tv lately, the most painful example being the tony danza show. i only watched it for a couple minutes, and i noticed that the entire audience was full of women. someone in nyc should get tickets and go on the show to ask him why there’s no men in the audience. i bet it’s ’cause tony is so hunky. anyways, he looks old and uncomfortable, unlike how he looked (young and vivacious) whilst occupying james’ computer screen in the buff.

here’s the song of the week. more awesome tunes here. i’m gonna go make some midi tunes of my own.