Mac and Me

As lame as it is, I am 35-years-old, single, and I would much rather stay home and play with my MacBook Pro.  I used to have a Powerbook, and now, I upgraded, finally.  I am in love with the glossy monitor, the graphics, the Photo Booth.  I have been trying to get all of my photos situated, as well.  The Firewire cable is your best friend, and it was so easy for me to transfer my life between macs.  I know, I am a complete geek.  Also, it really doesn't take much.

So, I am reading how several young Obama campaign workers have adopted his middle name as their own, so for example, one of them is "John Hussein Smith".  This is to promote solidarity.  I am sure that their very Caucasian parents may not be thrilled at this time, but, I'm sure that they will get over it.  

WTF?? Part 1

Today is my birthday, and I have the esteem and honor of sharing my birthday with some very talented, reputable celebrities. . .the Olson twins!  Yes, that would be Mary Kate and Ashley, of "Full House" fame and cinematic masterpieces such as "New York Minute", "It Takes Two", and "How the West was Fun".  I got to party with my friends, and my party ended not too long ago.  As I watch Bonnaroo weekend on Fuse, I discover that the Olson twins are still partying--at Bonnaroo.  Why do these dumb bitches (Olsons, Hiltons, Kardashians, etc.) get to do cool stuff, like go to Bonnaroo, Coachella, etc., when they probably don't listen to half the bands playing?  

I will quit my bitching and moaning to pay my respects.  I love Tim Russert, and when I heard the news of his sudden passing, I was deeply saddened.  My respectful condolences go to his family and friends, as we all remember the impact Mr. Russert made on journalism, news, and political reporting for the American media.  I love "Meet the Press", and Mr. Russert brings integrity, respect, and balance to the media, in a time where these values are lacking.  He will always be a wonderful model for journalists presently in the media.

So Many Assholes. . .

The Cure concert in Houston on June 9 was a little slice of Heaven, to quote our great Prez's comments about Slovenia.  However, although Robert Smith and co. rocked the Toyota Center, I had a revelation, which occurred previously, yet, was validated on this fateful night.  Houston is full of assholes.  Of course, this is evident when I drive to work and home each day, when I go grocery shopping at Whole Foods or Central Market (a haven for assholes, and some of my friends), and when I go to concerts.  Now, I love live music.  Of course, I love The Cure.  My clear view of Robert Smith's smudged lipstick and carefully placed hair was obstructed by none other than an annoying couple--making out.  It never fails to amaze me that people spend about $50.00 for a concert ticket, wait for months, plan ahead, and spend the entire time sucking face.  I am a peaceful, Buddhist-ish, Prius-driving person.  However, I had the incredible urge to push them over.  I was hoping by screaming at the top of my lungs in their ears would inspire them to move.  I was not so lucky.  Also, it has been confirmed that there really aren't any cool people here in Houston.  

Moving on to non-asshole news, congratulations Stephanie Izard, our Top Chef from the Chicago group and to Senator Barack Obama, who will hopefully be our President from the Chicago group.  Of course, congrats to me, as my birthday is tomorrow.