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In case you live in a box, President Bush has given Saddam Hussein 48 hours to get the heck out of Iraq. While not privy to Dubya’s politics, presidential speeches are always compelling.Watch it here. Realplayer required.

Began unofficially working on recording new songs today. I’ve decided that Mason is going to produce this group of songs because:

1. I liked what he did with those cover versions on his site
2. He’s more familiar digital recording than I am
3. I am a lazy ass who doesn’t want to record it himself
4. I want to see what someone else does with my ideas

So I’ve recorded 15 tracks in various states of completion on a dictaphone so that Mason will have an idea of what they’re supposed to sound like. And if anyone would like to host these demos on their webspace (about 20mb) I will post them. If not, wait for the damn album. Mason is free to do what he needs to be it knob-twiddlin’ or to bring in other musicians to augment certain parts. It will be an interesting experiment which if it doesn’t turn out I will call a remix album and be done with it.

Why can’t 2003 be like 2001. I long for flying cars and robots that help me. This isn’t the future I was promised on television. Until then, I can longingly visit The Lost Highways website with their Radebaugh exibit. The future – the way it’s meant to be.

Interesting site showing Polish interpretations of American movie posters. Some of them are quite beautiful. Others baffle the mind.

Spaceballs, apparantly.

Robocop AKA Superglina

A friend picked these up for me in Taiwan recently and gave them to me when he was stopping through town. They’re fabulous. They’re green. They hurt like a motherfucker! Maybe it’s because there’s no arch support and no cushioning of any kind. But I still think they’re great. It’s kind of like wearing slippers all day except they’re green canvas and don’t have pom-poms. They are made by a company called Le Coq Sportif or translated to English, The Athletic Rooster. I love the French!

the shit.

In Pat Buchanan’s March 10th column he makes a case for torture as a means to achieve peace in the United States. Great.

While I could go on about this column, but it really does speak for itself. And to think I was becoming more conversative in my age. Oddly, the article is real and not someting you would find in The Onion. Give Pat a hug. Maybe he’ll stop.

Pat Buchanan beyond Thuderdome.

Trunk records has released a CD full of recordings of letters to porn stars by their fans. Both compelling and sad, this album shows us how wrong it is for a man with a thick Scottish accent to be talking about his willy. As a bonus, several of the recordings are available to listen to online if you feel so compelled.

Started training for the Vancouver Sun Run today. I told myself that I was going to get up early before work and jog for half and hour. That didn’t happen. I set back the alarm no less than two times and made to work five minutes late. I did end up jogging after work though and now I feel like crap. So this is why people exercise. I though I was supposed to feel good. But I have to keep on training because there’s no fucking way that son of a bitch with the all-terrain stroller and the geriatric are going to beat me this year. I don’t know if hate is a motivation but it sure keeps me moving.

damn you all!

The terrorists are everywhere! And if they can’t kill you with weapons they’ll eat your heart!

Information from the Department of Homeland Panic.

The legendary meeting between Serge Gainsbourg and Whitney Houston can be heard here.