I really want to go see this Gershwin ballet thing but it's ridiculously expensive. Even moderate seats are 45 pounds. That's crazy.
Reading the articles about the Scott McClellan thing has been pretty amusing if you have a highly developed sense of irony.
Mr. Rove is to the McCain campaign what Bill Clinton was to the Hillary Clinton campaign: a ubiquitous albatross dispensing dubious, out-of-date political advice and constantly upstaging the candidate he ostensibly supports. Ooh, chilly - and accurate! Plus it sticks a knife to both the Ds and the Rs, and you gotta love that.
It seems that if you trust your gut without ever feeding your gut any facts or news or contrary opinions, if you keep your gut on a steady diet of grandiosity, ignorance, sycophants, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, those snap decisions can be ruinous." Yep, Dubya, we call him President PBJ!
That said, it's late, so I'm off to bed. I've got my Guy Maddin schedule worked out, now all I need to do is figure out if anyone will go with me before I buy tickets ...