It’s Tina Fey, isn’t it? Quite the prank, eh? I think this time she went a little over the top with the impersonation.
I thought it would be nice to return to regular blogging (I hope) with liveblogging tonight’s VP debate. We’re watching the warm up on MSNBC. (We went back to Cablevision and have MSNBC again – Yay!). Chris Matthews has been floating the proposition that Palin needs to prove she’s not dumber than a bag of nails. No Republican strategist seems to want to sign onto that idea. Now Keith is on, helping to manage expectations, God bless his little heart.
As it turns out, I probably won’t do that much liveblogging, though, because we’ll be playing Palin Bingo here. A lot of people are planning drinking games, but I’m not really much of a drinker and probably won’t do that much imbibing unless McCain should win this election. If that should happen, sobriety might not be our friend.
Despite what the RW will try to tell you, you can be all salt of the earthy and common sensical and smart and discerning all at the same time.
While I was watching the conventions and trying to keep up with all the revelations about that woman from Alaska, it seems I missed a truly huge event this week. After years of rumors on the subject Google finally came out with its own browser. It’s called Google Chrome (BETA, of course). It’s been out since Tuesday and I only heard about it tonight.
So far, I’m liking it. For one thing it’s fast. Really, really fast. It kind of reminds me of Gmail when it was brand new. It had a lot more features than you’d have thought from the deceptively simple interface. Same with Google Chrome. Gmail was also lacking some features in its earliest incarnation. Seems to be the same with Google Chrome. But you can be pretty sure they’re coming. In the meantime, The Google Operating System blog has a bunch of tips about less obvious things you can do with it.
I’m psyched. It’s been a long time since there was a really and truly new browser to try.
The world is officially divided between those who are breathlessly waiting to find out who Obama has chosen as his running mate and those who aren’t. Right now the smart money is on Biden, but the smart money could look really dumb by tomorrow. I don’t there being such anticipation over the Veep choice in the past. A lot of the time the general reaction has just been, “Who?” In Democratic administrations the office of VP has been sort of low key more often than not. The vice-presidential arena is one area where Republicans have been more colorful on the whole, culminating with the Prince of Darkness himself, Dick Cheney. You can’t really top that. No point in anyone trying. Of course, George H.W. Bush gave us Dan Quayle, who we thought was pretty stupid until we got to know Dubya. Thanks Bush family.
We don’t want to forget Spiro Agnew, though. Although he’s overshadowed by the memory of Richard Nixon, the president he served he was very entertaining while we had him. He gave us the memorable phrased, “Effete core of impudent snobs” and “Nattering nabobs of negativism”. Sadly, after uttering a less original, but still elegant, phrase – “Nolo contendere” he left the stage even earlier than Nixon did.
LBJ was quite the character, but the Kennedy family filled he spotlight while JFK was alive. Since then, on the Democratic VP side we’ve had Hubert Humphrey, Walter Mondale and Al Gore before he got really mad. Lovely people, I’m sure, but not very colorful. I think we should step it up a little. That argues for Biden, because even though he’s certainly qualified to be president and has foreign policy smarts, tons of experience and sufficient intellectual heft he also might say almost anything at any time. It’d make things even more interesting.
Right now it’s looking like we won’t get the word until tomorrow. If it’s Biden I hope that Obama mentions that Biden appears to be clean and is often articulate – some say it’s more like loquacious – when he announces his choice.
Last Friday night we decided to take a break from dealing with sucky stuff and go to see the new X-Files movie on the night it opened. I’m not the X-Files freak that Mr. Yenta is. I can take it or leave it. Real life is noir enough for me, but, hey, he really wanted to go. We don’t go out to the movies often. Maybe every four or five years. Now that movie tickets cost what I paid to see my first couple of Broadway shows I’m really happy to see them at home on DVD or whatever the current technology is. Plus you can pause them and the popcorn is also a lot cheaper. Some things, however, deserve a trip to the bigger screen. Sadly, The X-Files: I Want to Believe isn’t one of them.
I was just kind of bored. There were a couple of funny in-jokey moments, but those were the highlights as far as I was concerned. About half-way through, though, it occurred to me that Mr. Yenta must be hating the movie. There were no aliens about to take over the planet. There was no grand conspiracy going on. The matter under investigation wasn’t even an X-file. I’m sorry, but having one psychic pedophile priest who turns out to have an extra-normal connection to a killer might be good enough for one episode of the show, but not for a movie. The crimes were grisly and a little bit out there, but not nearly far enough out there to justify making the movie to begin with.
I will say that Gillian Anderson looked fabulous. Didn’t she and David Duchovny start out pretty close in age to one another? Now it’s more of a May/October thing. She looked great but she’s matured into a full time pain in the ass. First it’s all, “Get out of this isolated dump in the middle of nowhere, where we inexplicably seem to live even though I’m a doctor, and get involved. A young agent’s life depends on your getting your head out of your ass!” So he does and then she gets all, “Stop right now or I’m cutting you off. Don’t even bother taking the Viagra, Mulder!” Too bad for him that Amanda Peet ended up dead so fast. You could tell she kind of had the hots for him.
At the end, I woke Mr. Yenta up – he only dozed off at the end. His review, “If they make another one they’d better be abducted by some huge, ugly-ass aliens to make up for this.”
So, I disappeared from blogtopia* for a while. Might be back now, might not, really. It’s hard to say. We’ve been going through a pretty traumatic time and it turns out some things can’t be shared. Not even in the intimacy of the internets. Anyway, it’s not all mine to share. I can say that no one’s dead so far and no one’s been diagnosed with anything worse than we’ve already got. That’s about it, though. Now I’m going to go catch up with what my blogroll has been up to.
*Yes, skippy coined that term.