I made a horrifying discover

I made a horrifying discover the other day: I will be reading the same book for the next five years. I've been reading War & Peace for over a month now, and I've only managed to plow through 25 pages. I'm surprised, since last spring I read Anna K and couldn't put it down. I finished it in less than two months. Anyway, at my current rate of 25 pages/month, that's 300 pages/year, and with W&P breaking the binding at ~1500, I've got a long road ahead of me. Five years! I've never even had a boyfriend for five years. I don't know if I could handle that level of commitment (book, not boy). Daunted, nay, overwhelmed, by this realization, I've started reading a different book altogether, Confederates in the Attic. I'm happy to report in less than two days, I've already read more than 70 pages. I should be done with it by the weekend.

You know, I really thought

You know, I really thought things couldn't get weirder with this election, but I continue to be surprised and outraged. Now this? Bush Cousin Made Florida Vote Call For Fox News.

I know I usually don't post so many political links, but I just can't get over this. I think I was naive, and this whole situation is opening my eyes. I guess I believed that the days of white male privilege and wealth were on the wane. And this election continues to shock me: a brother on the election commission, a cousin breaking major news stories? Guh. The whole thing is really depressing.

Jason posted a bunch of good links (some of which I've already posted here) relating to all this stuff today.

Sunday night and I should

Sunday night and I should be replying to the emails overflowing my inbox, or cleaning something (the bathroom?) in preparation for a busy week ahead, should be doing something but it just feels nice to sink into Sunday, warm and cozy inside the house, happy after dinner, and a little bit sleepy. Long brunch this morning with the A-list, the conversations, the laughter, the interaction away from the computer, all was so nice and so sunny. Another week ahead, Thanksgiving draws near, then the blur of everything leading to a birthday. But for now, I'll sit back and smile.

The Legend of Drunken Master is one of the best movies ever. So. Goddamn. Good.

A brief encounter at a

A brief encounter at a recent Halloween party answered the burning question from sophomore year of high school: Why did Jeannie Carroll only go on one date with Rich Ross? Because Sophie Foote told Jeannie that Rich could fart on demand in French class. (Which, by the way, was not true.)