Nice belt Joe.
But um you forgot a few things...

I'd like to thank the nice gal or guy or group of gals and guys who decided to augment the smell of my subway ride home tonight.

Normally at the place I switch trains every night, there's a constant stench of "guy sleeping on the bench who hasn't showered in a year or two." Most days it's P U (capital, bold, and large type)

But tonight the subway platform smelled like marijuana.

I don't know if the nice culprits had had enough of smelly guy smell, or they were just in the mood for a mighty potent joint, but my commute home was very pleasant. Standing there, breathing deeply, I couldn't have been happier the train was delayed.

I did have trouble reading the paper but Portishead on the iPod got me home alright. Now, as I settle in for a night of 24 and Daily Show I have only one thought - dude, what to order????

That's all the time he's got...

(JUST A LITTLE UPDATE)

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I know, I know -- you've read your Marshall McLuhan and Neil Postman and think it's a travesty that our national political discourse has been reduced to a series of 30-second soundbites, a disturbing trend that can be traced back to the televised Nixon/Kennedy debates, or possibly even the invention of the telegraph.

But goddamn, some of them soundbites sure have been tasty. And over the last eight years, we've been treated to a veritable all-you-can-eat buffet of sweet, sweet idiocy, thanks to George W. Bush. And yes, I realize it's perhaps unfair to sum up eight whole years of someone's job performance in just ONE out-of-context soundbite...but if you HAD to, which one would you say best sums up Georgie Boy's tenure?

For me, it'd be this one from last spring, as Bush was awaiting the arrival of Republican presidential nominee John McCain. With all eyes on him, and without a pre-vetted script on his teleprompter, George decides to just shuck and jive as our nation goes down the shitter. (Say what you will about Nero -- at least he had the decency to take a few fiddle lessons before he watched Rome burn.)

Tell us about your favorite Bush soundbite ever, or leave a link to it below.

Oh man, don't tell me it's a joke name! I have a FRIEND named Biggus Dickus!