I tend to be liberal in my thinking. No, really. I’m all for energy policy reform with renewable power sources because modern windmills are so cool to look at when driving by in your car. I guess the term nowadays is ‘progressive’ as liberal has been turned into a dirty word somehow, yet the conservatives that helped make the word synonymous with being unpatriotic have themselves no problems with naughty language. Take this excerpt from a piece of hate mail that Daily Kos got (you can read the entire thing here):

I’d like to personally kick the shit out of you. But since you’re probably in New York or Los Angeles, that’s not going to happen. I’ve been to Los Angeles. What a shithole. I’d like to get some good pizza in NY, but not at the risk of running across assholes like anyone on the New York Times, Madonna, David Letterman, or any other cocksucking liberal.

I have one huge problem with this well-thought-out debate on whether Obama as President would open the gates to terrorist attacks:

There is nothing wrong with cocksucking!

Cocksucking is a glorious and respected past time and should never used in a way that would make someone think the cocksucker is some sort of horrible, hairy monster salivating at the very thought of mouthing cock. The funny thing is this guy — c’mon, it has to be a guy. No woman I know would miss the chance of running into Madonna in NY and thumping her on the head for making it that much harder to live up to sexual expectations — should be exalting the act of cocksucking because, well, he’s a guy. If it popped up in his political jargon then you know he’s thinking about it. He’s actively imagining scenarios where he drunkenly picks up some girl but is not able to erect the “Burj Dubai” or is soliciting someone in an airport bathroom stall hoping to sting the back of a throat.

In other words, leave cocksuckers alone because you know you want ‘em. Besides, there is nothing wrong with them some mouthwash and an antibiotic can’t cure.

Listening to: “Sensation” - Bryan Ferry

Daughter of Loudon Wainwright III and younger sister of Rufus Wainwright, Martha Wainwright has started to make a name for herself. Her vocals are all over Rufus’ albums and it is a warm counterpoint to her brother’s nasal detachment. Her songwriting is far more bitter and relationship-oriented as the fantastic song from her first solo album written about her father shows in the title: “Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole”.

Her new solo album, I Know You’re Married But I’ve Got Feelings Too, which should win all sorts of Album Title of the Year awards, came out a few weeks ago and while I haven’t given it the listen it deserves, there is a song that jumps out immediately. It’s a real-life pop song that radio would should play and it is catchy as hell — especially the chorus. Another highlight of the album is a fantastic remake of Eurythmics’ “Love Is A Stranger”. Here’s the video. Look for some naughtiness at 1:48. You can do that at bars?

Listening to: “You Cheated Me” - Martha Wainwright

The chemo, that is. Huzzah! I can’t imagine a worst time of my life actually. Who’d a thunk that something supposedly good for you would cause so much ickyness? I’m sure those before me have already discovered this:

icky (adj): 548. The smell of one’s body after chemo.

Ugh, I couldn’t scrub hard enough. And everything I eat left a paste on my teeth and tongue for a week afterwards, so I was forever doing what my dentists have wet dreamt about for years - brushing three times a day. And yet are my teeth whiter, fresher and Pearl Drops clean? (They still make the stuff?) Nooooo, they’re still yellow from the years of fluoride-ridden South Carolina water. Why do adults lie?

But it’s over, right? (Must remain positive and so fucking upbeat!)

Yes, I am rapturous that it is over. I’m just waiting for effects to go away so I can feel like the Howard I’ve come to know after 40 years. The one who isn’t constantly trying to maintain an upbeat attitude, but is happy naturally. Oh, where art thou? Oh, yes, lost with my hair; however, that will be coming back, too.

I’m already sensing that some creativity is coming back and tried out a butt-crack hair loss draft on Hot Doctor Wife who laughed appropriately, so that will be cropping up here soon. Hopefully, other funny stuff will soon be flowing through the tide pools of my brain.

And the Summer of ‘08 comes to a close as does the ickyness within. Now I’m must down more liquids to flush all this toxic crap out.

Listening to: “Land Of A Thousand Words” - Scissor Sisters

One Sentence Review: The Dark Knight

Masterful direction, which kept the tension high throughout, and Heath Ledger’s Joker make for the best comic book film yet made.

Rating: Full-Price Ticket
Rating System: Full-Price Ticket, Matinee, Wait For DVD, Late-Night Cable Fodder, Skip It

Listening to: “Arthur’s Theme (Best That You Can Do)” - Christopher Cross