Coffee, tea, Stoli, I'm not particular. . .
No, I haven't had coffee, tea or Stoli so far today, why do you ask?
If you're looking for slightly more coherent commentary, I suggest Priest:
But Bush is not even a shadow of Reagan, whom I didn't like, either, but at least I believed he believed in something. Bush doesn't seem to believe in much of anything. His shallowness fairly inhibits everything he does, and he owes his buoyancy to the fact the Democratic party is even more clueless than he is. Faced with an opponent who has wrecked the economy and taken us to war in the wrong place, all in baldly obvious attempts to please his rich buddies and avenge his daddy, the Democrats have come up with-- apparently nothing. This late in the day, I couldn't tell you who John Kerry is or what he stands for or why I should vote for him. As bereft of real ideas as the Bush camp is, the Kerry camp is bereft of soul. Kerry is the cardboard cutout candidate. The Guy Who Is Not Bush. That's his platform: I Am Not Bush. Beyond that, I haven't an earthly clue about him.
But that's just my opinion.
Sure, you could try Warren Ellis instead:
Bukkake is a Japanese innovation in porn video wherein groups of men. . .
But do you really want to do that? I think not.
If you haven't had enough Cynthia Fuchs -- is such a thing possible? -- there's also reviews of Dogville and The Spook Who Sat By the Door, which sounds like a fine double-bill to me, but I think we've established that I really shouldn't be posting right now.
Or I just have a thing for Michelle Yeoh doing wire-fu.
Oh look, coffee's done. Good. This was getting painful to write, I don't want to even think about how it reads. . .