From a Reuters article on the war:
"Economically reliant on illicit Iraqi oil supplies and ideologically close to its ruling Baath party, Syria has voiced strong support for Iraq since the war began 12 days ago and allowed volunteers to cross its border to fight for Saddam.

But it has denied Rumsfeld's accusation of shipping military supplies to Baghdad including night vision goggles, in what he called a hostile act that could put U.S. soldiers at risk."

...a hostile act that could put U.S. soldiers at risk?

War? What?
I guess Rumsfeld was expecting SurrenderFest '03.

And in other news...
http://my.aol.com/news/news_story.psp?type=4&cat=0800&id=030331091524136725
NBC fired a journalist for a statement implying the U.S.'s current plan was a failure...
and pearls of wisdom from a member of the GOP:
"A Republican congresswoman, Ileana Ros-Lehtinen, told Fox News Channel on Sunday that Arnett's remarks were ``Kafkaesque'' and ``just crazy.''

``Let's hope that he's being coerced,'' Ros-Lehtinen said."

....and that, ladies and gentleman, is why I don't want to do journalism for my whole life.

The only thing that's made me smile in an article about the war:

"The forecast for the Baghdad area for Friday and Saturday is for clear skies and temperatures in the mid-60 to 70 degrees Celsius."

Methinks Reuters is a bit off.

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/PunchDrunkLove-1117428/

April 1st. Punch-Drunk Love on DVD.

That is all.

(Editor's note: for the sake of clarity, we removed many of Brandon's comments here. Most of the comments were "YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY" silly type things, and we felt they detracted from the importance of the news. Thank you. - Ed.)

I just attempted (accidently) to remove a sizeable chunk of flesh from my thumb, and almost succeded. Beware umbrellas, they pose far more of a threat than one would imagine...

in the mean time, leave me some digital love! I'm in pain. PAIN, I TELL YOU!

And yet...I keep typing!

washed my face in the rivers of empire
made my bed from a cardboard crate
down in the city of quartz
no news, no new regrets
tossed a susan b. over my shoulder
and prayed it would rain and rain
submerge the whole western states
call it a last fair deal
with an american seal
and corporate hand shake
take the story of carpenter mike
dropped his tools and his keys and left
and headed out as far as he could
past the cities and gated neighborhoods
he slept 'neath the stars
wrote down what he dreamt
and he built a machine
for no one to see
then took flight, first light
of new morning

Calexico - Sunken Waltz

http://www.ohio.com/mld/ohio/news/5384694.htm

just...wow. this is getting absurd.

Taking flight and you could be here tomorrow
Taking flight and you could get here tonight.

drive. safe.

knock on door.

there are men in ties outside my apartment door.

I am not going to open the door and talk to them.

they are gone now.

the thought of writing makes me want to throw up - reading and planning interview tomorrow even more so, but I need to at least write questions out and mail them to R. M. like I said I would. need to write a lead and follow-up story to speech also. All this from that one stupid phone call. I hate this.

I'm going to have some coffee. force myself to read and write. then crawl into bed with a book.

Much safer there.

Cy Coe (9:45:57 PM): ok, my hard boiled eggs are finally done.
Cy Coe (9:46:10 PM): let's see if the recipe I followed truly WAS the best recipe for hard boiled eggs ever.
Cy Coe (9:47:10 PM): and the answer is....
Cy Coe (9:47:21 PM): nope. still membrane sticking.
Cy Coe (9:47:24 PM): DAMN YOU MEMBRANE!
Cy Coe (9:48:20 PM): you know, it's surprisingly hard to make a hard-boiled egg.
Cy Coe (9:48:30 PM): you'd think "how difficult could it be? I can do it!"
Cy Coe (9:48:34 PM): but you'd be WRONG!
Cy Coe (9:49:17 PM): you'd do it only to find yourself with a pile of shredded pseudo-boiled eggs with bits of shell and membrane sticking to your fingers as tears rain down your face salting what little eggwhite there is left to eat.

Fuck. You.

I'm tense and nervous and didn't mean to sound so off and I aplogized for my odd response and tried to cover my mistake and said ok but hang up on me? Fuck you. Fuck. You.

Yes, I know I'm a bastard son.

No one can make me hate myself as much as you. I hope you appreciate that.

Thanks.

the frenzy was completely diverted to elsewhere.

and it was wonderful.

I was talking to an oak tree
When the cypress butted in.
Out of car parts, a raven
Made a nest inside my skin.
To understand me better
You all ought to follow me home
I make a wish I clean the fish
I can scream like the cicada
Gin the seed right out of the bowl
Ride the train to Memphis
When there's cotton to be sold.
To understand this better
You all ought to follow me home
Make a wish & clean the fish
That's why they call me Wash Jones.
I feel like driving but my car won't run
I feel like plowing but my mules won't come.
I was lost down in the bottom
I was cutting through the cane
Tied my team up to a rusty trace chain
That's why they call me Wash Jones.

Squirrel Nut Zippers - Wash Jones

Out of whack earlier, now I'm back in full effect and working myself into a muthafuckin' frenzy, yo.

Rock.

http://davebarry.blogspot.com/

Dave Barry has a blog! hehe

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MOOD OF GEORGIA UPDATE

They have not 100 percent gotten over the Civil War here.

They don't even call it the Civil War. They call it "Arnold."

http://www.ucffuture.com/news/384361.html?mkey=830232

The whining and bitching continues!

I love my campus. And my SGA.

Shots for votes? Campaign materials destruction? Impeachment? New election?

This is fun!