A minor experiment

Attention, world: I tweet.

I don't know if I'll actually be using this service too much. It's just an experiment. There are so many services out there I've hooked into and then abandoned. Much to my amusement, I discovered I still had an account on tribe.net, among others.

Anyway, it's up and it's entertaining. I've installed twitux and twit.el so I can follow from my desktop and tweet from my favorite editor.

Most obscure earworm

"First National Bank, hello there.
You have? I love it.
Moby Dick? Never read it."

The Million Shoe March.

First heard this on Stephanie Miller this morning, and it seems to be going hot: Mail President Bush a shoe. The address for the White House is: 1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington DC, 20500.

After all the abuse of office, and the sheer inability of the man to come to grips with the great moral evil he has unleashed on the world, even from a purely secular, even epicurean, even Buddhist viewpoint... he deserves it. He will not go down as our next Truman, loathed upon leaving office only to be rehabilitated by history. He will be the torture president.

In an interview yesterday on ABC with Martha Radditz, Bush made the self-serving statement that "One of the major theaters of war against al-Qaeda was Iraq." Radditz pointed out that al-Qaeda wasn't in Iraq until the U.S. invasion. Bush's response: "Yeah, that's right. So what?"

So what.

So, send him a shoe. You probably don't want to put a return address on it. Think of it as a going away present. Hell, it's not like the country has any money left to pay the mail office workers at the White House anyway.