My cat is smarter than I am. She hopped up on the computer desk this morning and sat looking at the screen, and I noticed her eyes following the cursor, so I started playing with it, running it up and down and across the screen, and got a chuckle out of her reaction. Then she started looking from the cursor to my hand directing the mouse and back to the cursor again. Finally I could see a light bulb go off in that little kitty head as she ignored the cursor entirely and watched my hand instead.
Death of a President is a riveting film. I had not expected to be as transfixed by this fictional documentary as I was. It deals with the 2007 assassination of George W Bush at a Chicago hotel, and through the seamless blending of real footage and filmed segments, largely of talking heads, reveals the racial profiling, the erosion of civil liberties, and the increased civil disobedience preceding, surrounding and following the event. The scenarios of rampant xenophobia, in particular the implementation of Patriot Act III, are frighteningly believable, and I think Eva summed it up best when she said that the only reason there have been no serious assassination threats on Bush thus far is because that would automatically make Cheney president.
The perfume abuser at work no longer stinks. It's true! I ran into her several times in the past couple of weeks, and not a whiff out of her. I believe she must have learned a lesson from the news story of the passenger who was kicked off the bus for perfume abuse. Either that, or she reads this blog.
I have become a lazy arse about awarding the Labia Awards. Shamefully, I didn't even award one last week. And I have to admit that with the arrival of summer, the Labias will be a trifle hit and miss. That said, I must give an Award this week to:
for his eloquent label
for his eloquent label
Oh come now, surely you didn't believe that I was above the odd bribe?
Some music sounds so perfect in the summer.
Home as a Romanticized Concept Where Everyone Loves You Always and Forever by Wood Pigeon sounds so divine on a lazy summer day, where nobody is moving too fast and the most effort you want to make is to lift that icy drink to your lips.
So Sleep by Junior Boys is perfect for those sultry summer nights, when it's too hot to go to bed, so you keep dancing..
May these help you make it through the work week.