rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

I finally started with the prescription medication. dexylpropamtpelate. I’m almost positive that’s not what it’s called, as I just mashed my hand on the keyboard to describe it, but it’s an antibiotic and I’m supposed to take it for a week. and I’m not supposed to be exposed to prolonged sunlight. so, since I’m supposed to work straight through this Friday, now’d be a good time to take it. hate to have a day off and not be able to go outside.

speaking of which, I drove Skyline Drive in the national park yesterday. which was really, really cool. very quiet and green. and it’s, you know, in the mountains, so it had nice views.
I like Virginia mountains. not very severe.

so since I can’t go outside in the bright, bright, lifegiving sun, I’ve got “Ghostbusters” on. and nodding to that, I think Rick Moranis is one of the funniest people alive. it’s that scene where he’s throwing a party and he only invites his accounting clients so he can write it off as a business expensive. I always thought that was one of the funnier minor details of the movie.
“hey, what happened?”
“some moron brought a cougar to a party and it went berserk.”
ha!

I see everyone’s favorite Professional Liar Tony Snow is stepping down.
it must be real hard to be the press secretary. he was the third one, I think. Ari Fleischer, who was actually pretty good. he could spar. then there was Scott McClellan, who was a fat-headed prick, who couldn’t argue a point to save his life. and then came Tony Snow, a former Fox News journalist. un-fucking-believable.
but it’s hard, man. I hear that. I felt bad for the poor bastard; not only are you working for arguablythe most important political office in the world, Snow pulled for one of the most closed, unpopular, corrupt and vindictive administrations in some time.
I mean, look at the motherfucker. he’s positively gaunt, and has aged like a decade in two years.
so go home, Tony Snow. go home to that giant, garish mansion you built less than a block from the house I grew up in. if we were neighbors, I’d dump trash on your lawn, but still I hope you can regain some of your youth, return some pallor to your face.

Winston: you’re actually going to go in front of a federal judge and say that some moldy babylonian god is going to drop in to Central Park West and start tearing up the city?”
Bill Murray: sumerian, not babylonian.
Aykroyd: yeah, big difference.
hah. money.

so that’s it. that’s saturday at 1:45. ok. let’s right this ship.