Despite my best efforts it’s Monday again, and to make it even worst, it’s the first fucking day of December. Jesus Christ, you know what I mean?
Deepak Chopra suggests that America is to blame for the Mumbai attacks and that the media should look within to try and understand the sick delusions of the terrorists involved. That’s Deepak Chopra, new age healer and philospher, advocate of aromatherapy and regular enemas, and terror expert. (I make fun, but he actually does bring up one or two interesting points.)
There’s also the possibility that the United States warned India that such an attack was very possible and maybe even probable about a month ago.
Obama unveiled his national security team today, including Hillary Clinton as Secretary Of State. It’s the end of the world as we know it… and I feel fine.
Oh, and apparently we’re officially in a recession now?
Well, since the economy’s bad, and you’re having a hard time finding something fun to do that doesn’t cost a lost of money, right? Have sex! It’s fun! It’s free!
Maureen Dowd on Tina Fey. Tina doesn’t like the bad boys.
A nine year old Chinese girl, caught up in a U.S. custody battle and raised in America, is now having to forcibly readjust to life in China.
Brains of autistic children slower at processing sound.
A woman disappeared in Goblin Valley. What a cool headline.
Two words I’ve always wanted to rhyme together: Wombat combat!
The Merriam-Webster word of 2008 is: Bailout.
Check out these badass pictures of angry looking clouds gathering over Greenland. They’re like beautiful, pissed off oil painting clouds.
Lifehacker’s top 20 Top Ten lists of 2008.
I should point out here that all the rest of the photos in this post are going to come from this article on lions that I just read. Why? Because it’s fucking lions, man!
For some reason this morning, my alarm clock was on this morning and went off at a certain time blaring the radio into my unusually serene slumber. I haven’t actually heard the radio in… well, it’s been a long fucking time. And, I shit you not, the song playing was “A Long December” by the Counting Crows.
That was a bizarre and slightly horrible jaunt down memory lane but it made me think a little more about how as we near the end of this decade and we have a political change in Washington, we’re going to start ending our collective psuedo-80s flashback and… what, do a little retread of the 90s? I see more and more 90s nostalgia cropping up here and there and to be honest with you, I’m kind of curious to see how that decade would replay itself in our culture now. How does the most post modern and “homage” and referential-heavy decade rebirth itself into this day and age?
Totally unrelated, but speaking of time capsule bands from the 90s, have you ever listened to the lyrics of “December” by Collective Soul? What the fuck are they talking about?
Oh, hey, today is World AIDS day.
Oh, and it was on December 1, 1955 that Rosa Parks refused to give up her bus seat to a white man in Montogomery, Alabama.
The 1824 presidential election was deadlocked between John Quincy Adams, Andrew Jackson, William H. Crawford, and Henry Clay, and on December 1 of that year, it was turned over to the U. S. House Of Representatives. Adams ended up the winner.
And December 1, 1992 is the day that Amy Fisher was sentenced to 5 to 15 years for shooting Joey Buttafuoco’s wife in the head. She ended up serving 7 years.
Woody Allen is 73 today. Sarah Silverman is 38. And Nestor Carbonell (Richard Alpert on Lost!) is 41. Though, really, he’s actually hundreds of years old. You know, cause of the island. And shit.
God, that show can’t come back fast enough.
Anyways, it’s the first day of the week and the first of December. It’s time for Christmas shopping (holiday shopping, sorry), panicking about being able to afford Christmas shopping (again, holiday shopping), deciding who’s not even worth worrying about how you’re going to afford to get them something for the holidays (Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, all that shit). Get excited.
Oh, and Festivus too!