so please,
I think this ‘pork and beans’ song from the latest Weezer album is kind of catchy, and I think that’s embarrassing, that I like a Weezer song.
yes, this is true. I feel like I’m in high school — not to say that I especially disliked high school, but when I think of Weezer, I think of bad high school memories. not, like, ‘my prom date stood me up and I get picked on in shop class’ bad memories. bad memories, like ’falling asleep in English class and my C average’ bad memories. tedium.
Weezer’s sucked for about half a decade at this point. but maybe that’s why the song’s good. it doesn’t sound like Weezer. at least, I don’t think it does.
saw a couple of interesting articles today.
I read this while I ate breakfast at this diner that’s about 50 yards from my door that’s the bomb-diggity. and it’s not really news, it’s the kind of article that’s important, that decent reporters dig up because while a lot of media doesn’t pay attention to it. it’s also important, so that I can read one article about futures trading while I eat, pass myself off as an expert on the subject, and then become indignant about it. so here goes:
it’s about the Commodity Futures Trading Commission, and how it has been suggested the massive growth of the energy futures market has been driving up oil prices.
The biggest financial speculators, called swap dealers, trade “futures contracts” that allow them to make money by betting on the price commodities will fetch in the future. They rarely take delivery of the goods themselves. In 2000, swap dealers held about 140,000 oil contracts, according to CFTC data obtained by a House Energy and Commerce Committee investigation. That has surged to about 1.8 million today, including a three-fold jump since 2006.
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to which I say: if you made those sons of bitches take delivery of all the goods they trade in, I bet the speculation market wouldn’t be so volatile. in fact, I think it’d be pretty quiet.
the general area around my sink has been unusually smelly the last day or two. then, the floor rug in front of it became damp, and I realized that the pipe leading from the sink is hanging free, and about half of what’s been going down the drain hs been just coming out underneath the basin. it’s some filthy shit. ruined my potatoes.
okay. okay, here’s another story. more Washington Post. I love the Post. I think it’s great.
anyway.
an office within the Justice Department – within the department — said that top aides to former Attorney General Alberto Gonazales screened prosecutor and judge hirings according to their political identity and religious conviction. meaning, the more you supported the Bush administration and espoused conservative Christian values, the better your chances at landing a senior Justice Department job.
this has been an ongoing investigation. the woman at the center of the allegations, who resigned a year ago and has declined to cooperate with investigators, is in her early thirties and a graduate of the Regent University law school. she did ‘opposition research’ for the Bush campaign in 2000.
of course she did.
the end of ‘Brokeback Mountain’ is on. I am up late, finishing laundry. this film is painfully sad.
hey – when you are at home playing with yourself, listen to this on your computer.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=92916923
it’s a tom waits concert. 2.5 hours long.
if you come to chicago, i’ll give you bone machine back….did i say thank you for that ever?
Do you know who would be helpful with the Justice Department investigation? The Office of Special Counsel, who’s job it is to shield federal employees from political interference. Oh wait, never mind, because they are under investigation for purging gay employees and illegally erasing computer documents.
this is a true story.
occasionally, I’ll be in a record store and pick that album up to buy it, and then I stop and think, ‘no. I’m getting my copy of Bone Machine back from Josh. that son of a bitch.’