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| I saw the Godfather Part Two last night at the Castro Theatre.
I didn't really care for how mean everybody was. Which pretty much means I missed
the point of the movie, doesn't it?
So last night, I inadvertently dreamed up a new ending. Michael Corleone, feels really
bad about all the things that have happened, and turns himself in at the airport, and then
get the stuffing beat out of him by the police. But at least he feels redeemed.
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| Yesterday I was on the J, and just outside, I saw a man walking down the passenger island
(the little concrete thing in the middle of the road where people wait for the bus). Since the
car is little above street level, I could only see the top half him as he walked.
He was walking, and all of a sudden he ran into a metal railing protecting the island from the
road. I though it was pretty hilarious.
Until I saw the white cane.
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| I found this here and thought it was funny.
Selecting Sarah Palin, who was touted all summer by Rush Limbaugh,
is no way to attract most women, including die-hard Clinton supporters.
Palin shares nothing but a chromosome with Clinton. Her down-home,
divisive and deceptive speech did nothing to cosmeticize a Republican
convention that has more than twice as many male delegates as female, a
presidential candidate who is owned and operated by the right wing and
a platform that opposes pretty much everything Clinton’s candidacy
stood for — and that Barack Obama’s still does. To vote in protest for
McCain/Palin would be like saying, “Somebody stole my shoes, so I’ll
amputate my legs.”
It’s true. Women buy a lot of shoes.
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| Yesterday morning, I daringly drank old-ish milk that I very carefully sniffed and sipped to
make sure it was okay to drink.
This morning, I daringly did the same thing.
What a difference a day makes.
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