Month: September 2004

I think this is really an admisson that regular Cheetos are wholly unnatural.

You’ve probably seen the commercial all weekend if you were tuned into any football related programming, Under Armour is running a series of ads where the “Under Armour” team must protect their home field. My question, who are they playing? A bit of web searching revealed their 2004 schedule:

9/26 – Hanes (Home)

10/5 – Fruit of the Loom (Home)

10/12 – BVD (Home)

10/19 – Underoos (Home)

I got the best spam just now, subject was:

New! Viagra soft tabs.

You can make your own joke, of course.

This shocked and surprised me. So the federal government placed Cat Stevens on a government watch list? What, was he planning to drive a peace train straight into the White House? I understand that he has changed significantly in his worldviews since he was a popular singer in the 1970s, but what about that should keep him out of this country? What physical threat is he to the United States?

It’s my thinking that this is purely for show. There are probably only ten Muslims that the average American could name–one of them probably is Cat Stevens. (Osama Bin Laden. Saddam Hussein. Yassir Arafat. Muhammad Ali. Malcom X. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. The guy off of Office Space.) If he is any threat to the United States it would be through financial support of terrorists and for that he only would need access to his corner Western Union.

Do you feel safer that he is not being allowed in this country?

About 6:00 tonight I got a picturemessage on my new phone from my friend Dave. “It finally happened, but I’m okay though.” Not very funny, but very Dave. He’s remarkably unbroken given the nature and circumstances of his automobile accident. His car didn’t fare as well.

I spent the better part of my tonight checking up on him, I went and picked him up at the hospital and made sure he got home okay. He’s going to be sore in the morning, for sure.

Email him your best wishes. (Or insults. The insults make him smile.)

Yesterday in the mail I got my membership package from the Electronic Frontier Foundation and a membership application for the National Rifle Association.

I am so on someone’s watchlist.

It goes fast. If you look at the picture, you can make out his helmeted head in the speedometer and the camera phone that he’s holding with his right hand. At least he’s wearing a helmet.

Inspired by Meg and her shared yard neighbors.