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What helps offset a Monday Night Football game interrupted by such garbage as The Hills and The Weeds or Heroes or what ever crap that was last night is the $2.46 per gallon rate I got at the pump in New Jersey. I hear fuel is fast approaching $100 per barrel. Once it crests that mark, I doubt it'll get any lower. It sucks to own a gasoline powered car.

I got a new primary care provider. This person is a D.O.. I once worked, extensively with (though it was more like for) a D.O.. They're certainly different creatures. Certainly. But it may be worthwhile to pay my new doc a visit.

Moammar Ghadafi, the big wig in Libya, is a titillating topic. His country will be inducted into the United Nations Security Council in January. Personally, I see Ghadafi as a better leader than the current crop here in the U.S.. Include, too, the bunch in the running for 2008 and Ghadafi looks really good.

And Carol Costello. What a hot chick. I've loved her ever since she anchored CNN's early morning newscasts a few months ago, but recently she did a piece on Crosby and Nash's protesting the war in Iraq. She is so beautiful for a woman her age. For a woman any age, actually. I wonder who does her hair? And her piece was good. The point of the piece, essentially, is that the Bush administration has alienated people against Bush or his war by labeling them as being something other than patriotic. In other words, it's un-American to see things any other way. And that blows.

"As far as Jack can figure it-and God knows he's given this plenty of thought-these people are rarely required to adapt in the environment that breeds them. If something breaks down, they call someone to fix it. Something goes wrong, and there's someone who will come make it right: a repairman, a doctor, a lawyer. The culture that's developed in America and societies like it, says Jack, breeds dependency, liability, blame. He hates to say it, but the safer you make a society, the softer the people become."
Michael D'Orso speaking of the Hotel Galápagos' manager Jack Nelson in Plundering paradise: The hand of man on the Galápagos Islands.

Today I'm feeling:

jacked up