I Call My Baby Pussycat

Actually, I don't. She'd punch me. I also can't admit that I think Teresa Heinz Kerry is hotter than Cate Edwards, either. That's the way it goes.

Me on Pastor Troy in PopMatters. If I was O-Dub I'd get dissed on Troy's next record.

I had a little bit of an emotional breakdown here at work today, but fortunately I was able to vent at the person I know who least needs it. So that was good strategy. Pretty amazing when your boss is also your friend. I'm better now, and was also helped by a steady diet of P.Funk and a great email from a high school friend to whom I hadn't talked in 15 years. She's still cool as hell. She's a librarian.

Is J-Chizzy being unfair to Barack Obama? Or is he so on the money that we should call him Salmon P. Chase? You decide.  I think he's a little unfair, myself. J wants everyone to burn with the holy fire of revolution; I am more Democrat than Marxist right now. Bush did that.

Chauncey is coldbloodedly SLAUGHTERING the NBA off-season. Witness.

"...don't patronise us, we know better than you who is great and who is not at the club, and we'll be the judge of how great you are, not you. Okay son? All we want you to say is 'I'm going to run till I drop in every game. I'm going to sweat blood for the club. I will not rest until I have helped this club succeed.' And look like you mean it. Every one of us on the terraces would say that and we wouldn't need 50k a week to make us look like we meant it." I heart John Nicholson so much.

A Need for Punks in Science. (Link courtesy of the great Mark Desro.)

What does it mean when a website asks for contributors, and you write to them, and they never write back? Does it mean "Don't try it, boyo"? Does it mean "We're too busy"? Or is it a sign from the Universe that dammit Matty old bean you do not need to be writing for any more damned websites than you do already, the contrary is true actually, deal with it? Either way, if they get back to me I'll let you know.