verbicide | continued obsession

brabble passed on a link to the actual Crossfire interview in which Jon 'Rawr' Stewart spanked more than Tucker Carlson's monkey.

Finally saw it. Goddamn. Could Carlson be a bigger weenie? Sheesh. I've seen yippy dogs with more dignity. Does that man ever get laid? And if so--how? who? why??

And can I just say that Jon Stewart looked rather tasty? Want.

His followup on his own show is also fucking hilarious.

I ran over to OB's work-garage to pick up my boxes and check. That was exciting. Except that I found out that when I said "bring my boxes of BOOKS" he didn't bother to actually look inside the boxes my parents had set aside. So instead of 6 boxes of solid books, I have 3 boxes of books and 3 boxes of misc. crap. Grr. Nothing I can do about it now, either. Oh well.

Scooted over to meet Judy for lunch. We had the horrific realization that we haven't seen each other since Sept 30. Since we normally see each other several times a week, this was a pretty big deal. Judy was out of town. Then I was out of town. Random schedule-foo. So it was great to sit, drink diet Pepsis and talk endlessly.

After our leisurely lunch, we went back to her place to pick up John to drop him at the airport. He has a business-thing in Sacramento. Afterwards we made an exciting trip to Super Jock N Jill by Greenlake. I'd just figured my feet hurt during aerobics because aerobics is painful and I suck. Well, that might only be partly true. I think it all came down to arch-support (god, I'm super-hyphenated in this post). I think that might actually have been the problem. I realized it wasn't aerobics when I was walking around Queen Anne with Sarah and found my feet hurting in minutes.

Back to my car where I had to make haste to Amanda's class. Amanda is just back from her honeymoon and mahogany-brown. She said she ate too much guacamole and thus we would pay the price in our workout. As much as she kicked our asses, my feet hurt less and I was better able to keep up. Yay!

Since John's out of town, Judy was able to come out for Girl-Night. Sarah and I met Ellie and Jeanne at Matador. Much drunken loudness ensued. It was a fucking riot. I love Ellie. She cracks my shit up.

Came back home to watch the tape of Survivor. Hokay, so. Can I just say. Ami. Wow. What a body. Sarah and I stared (well, I leered) the entire time, praying she wasn't the one being voted off. Cause after Brady was voted off two weeks ago, the eye-candy factor has gone to fucking hell. Although Chad is cute. So he can stay. But Rory? DIE DIE DIE. What a motherfucker. Hiss. And could Eliza be more of a lemur, ferret or similar?

We also watched Without a Trace. Powerful, but man, depressing. Not that it's ever a super perky show. DYING TO WATCH FIRST SEASON.

We finished off with The Daily Show. Sorry, but I can't look at Billy Crudup without thinking "You cocksucker. You left Mary Louise Parker after like 7 years of togetherness, when she was EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT, for Claire Danes." So it was hard to hear the interview over our mutual hissing.

It oddly just hit me that by my birthday, we will have elected a new president. *gape*

Um. Eeek. That's right around the corner. So um. For my birthday, I want Kerry for President. Make it so, okay?