Somebody stole my flipping iPod

I was pretty sure for a while I had neighborhood stealers, so I actually started locking my back door. But tonight I came home and my iPod was gone from its stereo holder. You know, the one I finally up and bought Oh, yeah, and somebody had been in my bed.
So I guess tomorrow I get to go around to the three houses on the block with teenage boys and tell their parents with great concern that they need to watch out for a neighborhood thief. Maybe somebody shake my iPod loose.

Like a Drugstore Cowboy

One in an occasional series of late-night movie reviews.

Drugstore Cowboy.
When somebody dies in your presence, and your only options are a) hiding her in the attic and b) burying her in the desert, you're probably not living your life to its proper potential.

Also, I used to see Matt Dillon all the time when I lived in the East Village, and for some reason, every time I did I would get this bizarre Instant Tourette's, so we'd be walking toward each other on the street and I'd be spitting, "Fucking Matt Dillon thinks he's so cool! Bitch-ass Matt Dillon! Fuck you, fuckin' Matt Dillon motherfucker! Gack, gack, FUCK!"
So that was fun.

Bush Learns a Lesson

The president is only going to Crawford for 10 days this month. The president, it seems--and after only five years--has finally learned a lesson! After he took off the month of August and 9/11 happened ("All right, you've covered your ass now," he told his briefer) . . . and then after he took off the month of August and Katrina perpetrated . . . I noted to myself, "You'd think he would start taking off July instead!"
You know: like I did.