We’re Gonna Have To Take The Boy

Committed to seeing a movie with The Boy. That’s all well and good, but all I really want to do is curl up with Lost Seasons 1 – 5.

We have to go back, you know.

Hey There, It’s Been A While…

Hi. As you can (hopefully) see, this blog is going through somewhat of a facelift.

Some of the posts are gone. Others are getting convenient little “read more” tags put in them for convenient reading.

The header image has changed. The layout has changed.

I have changed.

I’m going to be putting a lot more work and focus back into this blog. It’s been months — MONTHS — since I’ve written on it. It’ll still have news and satire, but it’s going to have more me. More of my life. More of my writing. More of what it should have had from the beginning.

Thanks for bearing with me.

–Sara

Why Did I Even Bother Trying to Watch MTV Tonight?

I want to say first that I didn’t intend to watch MTV at all tonight. I watched “O Brother Where Art Thou,” and when that ended an episode of Iron Chef America I’d recorded. When that was done, the TV was somehow already on MTV; honestly, I’m not sure how. Apparently I blacked out an earlier flirtation with the channel. (Oh my god, the TV’s still on, and there are so many more things to say with each passing moment of MTV programming).

I know why I kept watching: Tom Cruise was tongue-bathing Adam Sandler as part of the MTV Movie Awards, perhaps the most dubious awards on the planet, gearing up for what was obviously some sort of commermerative award since the last awesome thing Sandler was in was “Punch Drunk Love.” But watching Tom Cruise so earnestly profess his love for Sandler and tell a clearly-pre-written about Sandler being the one to tell him to dance in his undies in “Risky Business” was hypnotic. Oh, who am I kidding, Tom Cruise is always hypnotic. The bubbling magma-esque layer of crazy is so close to the surface that, under the amiable sparkle of his comedy routine, you can see it trying to get out. I watch to see if he can keep it in check.

The Undecided Voter

People, I don’t think I ever expected this would happen to me: I am an undecided voter. No, no, not in a general election sort of way; I am a true-blue Democrat and in a world of increasing identification with the Independent ideals, I remain completely charmed by and trusting in the party of my youth. But I am an undecided voter because I cannot figure out who gets my primary nod — Obama, or Clinton?

There was a time not too long ago when it was easier. When I was pretty sure, for a while, that I was in for Obama because he is a visionary, because he is a rock star, because he is hypnotic in his mere existence. Then I was pretty sure I was going to cast for Hillary, because she has experience, she has the disposition to do very well in executive politics, and she has Bill in her corner. Then I was in for Obama again, and then Hillary. And then I switched again. And now, well… now I don’t know.

This election is historic. It’s historic because it’s been 40 years since we’ve had no incumbents running for office, since we’ve had such a wide-open race (in 1968, that election went to Nixon). It’s historic because it’s been 40 years since we’ve had a politician who has become such an instant superstar on both the political and social scenes (in 1968, that man was Robert Kennedy). It’s historic because we are at the end of our reign as a superpower, and that means this president will determine the path we take as we slip into a role as just another powerful country, as the EU rises to take our place.

And, of course, it’s historic because there’s a 99.9% chance that the next president will be either a black man, or a woman, and that will be a very important and very major first for us.

But which one? Will it be a black man, or a woman? Which do I want? And does the fact that one is a black man and the other a woman even matter when it comes time for me to step into that voting booth?

Merry Ol’ England

Hey folks. After some spending and some thought, I made the decision to take a much-needed vacation. I’m in London right now, with limited internet access (the wireless in the hostel just doesn’t fucking work), so there will be little to no blogging for the next week or so. The week will be spent in Amsterdam, so shout if you’re over there and want to get some, er, coffee. I’ll be back in London next weekend, and then back in the states, where vaguely relevant posting will resume as normal. In the meantime, I’m taking some time off from life.

Cheers!

–Sara Tenenbaum

10,000 Plus!

Wow. Lots of people are interested in “The Office.” Yesterday brought two firsts for this blog — the first day with over 300 hits, and for the first time ever, with any blog I’ve had, I’ve topped 10,000 total views. So thanks, everyone, who has popped onto this blog in the last few months, if even for a moment or two. You make me feel special.

Real posts with real news and real interesting things coming a little later.

–Sara Tenenbaum

Happy Halloween!

Ho-yay, it’s halloween time! If you’re brave enough, click the “more” link to see the scariest ghoul on the planet…

Columbus Day: Life Now 50% Off

It’s Columbus Day, kiddies, and for the first time in probably a decade someone has given me the day off. That’s right, no work today; I’m still dogsitting for my parents who are gallavanting around Holland until tonight, so there is little time to be had at the computer. Posts will resume tomorrow — now 50% MORE interesting, promise.

–Sara Tenenbaum

PARIS GOES BACK TO JAIL!!!!

Oh Hallelujah, justice has been served! I know this all pales to Iraq and all that other shit that the Administration has done, but I feel like this is the first sign that Karma is heading back into the black.

Read all about it at TMZ

(Apologies for the brevity–it’s my last day at work, and my bosses got me champagne. They’re far, far too kind.)

–Sara Tenenbaum

Paris Jail Watch – Notes From The Courtroom

Update: 3:07 p.m. EDT: Here’s the latest, from TMZ, about what’s going on at court:

1. The Judge is ripping the Sherrif’s department a new one:

Judge Michael Sauer said that before Paris was released, he was contacted by the Sheriff and told they would file a motion to place Paris under house arrest. The judge said the motion was never filed, and added, “There’s no way I would have approved it even if I got the motion.”

The prosecutor, Dan Jeffries, who is also pissed at the Sheriff, accused the Sheriff of “assuming all three roles of the criminal justice system,” claiming “Sheriff Lee Baca is interpreting the law all by himself.”

Sweet.

2. The Judge (now known as The Judge of Awesomeness) is not buying Paris’s “medical condition”:

The judge has just addressed the court and said, “I don’t know why the defendant couldn’t be treated at Lynwood, because they have a great medical facility.”

Double sweet.

Updates will continue to be posted as I read them.

–Sara Tenenbaum