Last night, spur of the moment thing, I met my friend Jeremy at Trader Vics and we had a few drinks. Wonderful, wonderful. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t make a Mai Tai at home that tastes the same as one at Trader Vics. I know they use tow very specific (and secret) kinds of rum, and that must make a real difference.

Tonight Andy & I shall indulge in a bit of masochism and watch “Matrix Reloaded” and “Matrix Revolutions” back-to-back. All I’m expecting is some mindless, noisy escapism. This should fufill my Keanu Quota for the next two years.

Barack Obama announced today that he’d like to debate Jack “Pretty Boy Divorcee” Ryan in a series of Lincoln/Douglass-style debates. Can’t wait to see those. Coverage of Obama’s campaign has been disappoitingly scarce.

Speaking of divorcees, I saw the following headline today: “Limbaugh, Wife Agree To End Marriage.” Aside from the usual hypocracy of Mr. Ultra Right Wing advocating one thing while doing something else, the incredible EUPHEMISM of the wording TICKS ME OFF. They’re GETTING DIVORCED, so why not tell it like it is instead of saying “agreeing to end marriage.” Just another sentence in the fucked up hypothesis that says that were gays allowed to marry, straight marriage would be threatened.