Many of you have probably already seen this (http://www.coxar.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/) but it's worth repeating... *read* the words. I wisht that someone would have told me that the first time that I saw it... I closed it, thinking that it was the standard 404 - not found page. Well, so the CIA is taking the fall for BabyBush. I don't think that it'll work, though, we're looking at the tip of an iceburg here. I'm eagerly awaiting the next wave. I think that it's really ludicrous that "they" think that the prez is stupid enough to read things that he hasn't thought about... that he was simply passed bad information. He lied and he knew that he was lying, and he expects no repercussions whatsoever. He, in case I haven't mentioned this before, is an arrogant asshole. This, incidentally, is the same CIA guy that should have been fired for 9/11 and wasn't. Bush still has faith in him, heh. So what does *that* say about BabyBush? I got 14 hours of sleep. That was really nice. Callie is feeling much better now, and she wants outside *so* bad! She's whining and whining and she'll come up to me and hit me with her clawless paws, just trying to get my attention. And when I do get up, she's in front of the door in an instant, waiting for the door to open. In vain. Forever. Yes, after this last scare, I think that Karen is finally convinced that we need to keep them in. Now I think that I will spend the afternoon watching movies and hoping for JDs sake that Houston get hurricaned. And I do hope that, in getting hurricaned, nobody in Houston gets hurt or anything like that. 23:09... In between times, I worked on Andy's computer... the MB that I got on eBay doesn't fit into any of the cases that I have, so I tried again working on the original setup, but couldn't get it going with WinDoze, so I decided to put Linux on it and that seems to be doing fine so far. Well, scratch that, it ain't doing fine. 'Pears that I need a new CMOS battery maybe... or maybe I just need to toss the whole thing. And now it's after midnight, dammit. I caught the last part of Dirty Old Men and the first part of Eastwood in Pale Rider, but I decided that it was too late to start watching that, so here I am, finishing this up.
Well, talk about a double-dose of depression... I watched Dead Man Walking first, then I watched Leaving Las Vegas. I did enjoy both ot them to a certain degree, though. And I know that Karen wouldn't have liked them at all... well, in fact, she watched Dead Man Walking with Brian one night when he was here and I went to bed early.