... random thoughts:
-- No, I have not been doing a lot of political blogging lately. The Vice-President is openly in favor of torture, the President seems to have a problem with operating cutting edge Bronze-Age door technology, and the Iraqi government we installed and are protecting without our troops have declared that whacking US troops is not terrorism in their book-- the insurgency version of the famous moment from Beanstalk Bunny: "He's Jack!" My feeble swipes at satire seem unworthy.
That said, reports that Cheney has encased himself in armor and built a series of identical Cheney-bots now seem completely plausible.
-- the "denim" department of even the swankiest department store: kind of porny.
-- Watching the final episode of Rome on the couch in my garage with a good buddy, then watching Tivo'd Veronica Mars while eating Rocky Road, a kitten on my lap ... not gay, but certainly gay-ish. I see now where the line is.
-- Margaret Cho's latest, Assassin, is not quite as sharp as her remarkable troika of I'm the One That You Want/Notorious C.H.O./Revolution. I'd pick up that box set in a heartbeat, but maybe let Assassin slide until cable. Her stage and mimicry skills are still impressive, but there are fair number of jokes in here which are more applause lines/unexplored setups than executed material. The audience feels a little sluggish, too. *
That said, it's always nice to see someone so empowered in their sexuality. The only person I can think of who trumps Margaret Cho is Amanda Marcotte over at Pandagon. Marcotte is so sexually empowered, I walked out of my office yesterday to find her vagina had stolen my parking space.
* (Bonus trivia: My own sitcom pilot shot on Margaret's sitcom's stage immediately after it had been cancelled. Her bookstore became my Irish bar. Hollywood is indeed high school ...)