In another 10 and a half hours, the weekend will be upon us. Or, upon me, anyway. It’s not like I have anything big planned. I just want to get this week over with, and maybe sleep ’til 6 or 7 o’clock. I could use the rest. See ya.

This afternoon, the five FCC commissioners will be at a hearing at Stanford on tnet neutrality and the future of the Internet. So, if you live in the area and have some free time, head over there. If not, the Free Press Action Network will be live blogging during the hearing, talking about the hearing itself, as well as current Internet policies, and how we can protect the Internet from the corporations and their minions in the government.

If you’re interested, head over to www.freepress.net/action today from 3- 10 p.m. ET / 12-7 p.m. PT

Comcast, AT&T and Verizon have all been caught blocking, filtering and spying on our Internet activities. It’s only gonna get worse from here on out, and the three remaining candidates for preznit are all pretty cozy with corporate interests, so it’s important that we don’t let them take our last real means of communication away from us, and hand it to the highest bidder.

If you want audio of the hearing, you can get it at FCC Web site at: www.fcc.gov/realaudio/#apr17.

Have a good one.

I managed to do something to my shoulder. What, I don’t know. I think it’s tendinitis and bursitis. Either that, or somebody snuck in and chiseled off the head of my humerus (which is most definitely not funny). Either way, it hurts like hell, and it’s all I can do to hold my arm up, let alone type (hell, it takes 20 minutes just to get a shirt on). This gettin’ old shit is great, aint it?

Not much to say today. I’m still worn out from the weekend. If only two weekend days could last half as long as one week day…. Oh well. Don’t forget to do your taxes.

Crap, it’s Monday again, and that just pisses me off. I think I’ll head down to the diner and get me a big glass of OJ. You know, I finally figured out Chris Matthews’ problem with orange juice. The Florida Sunshine spokestwit used to be Anita Bryant. And we all know what sorts of folks Anita Bryant had a problem with. We’re also all pretty familiar with the man crushes Tweety gets on people like John McCain, and how Tweety seems to have quite a problem with the female types. He’s either hostile to them, or he fakes sexual attraction and goofily fawns all over them in a rather stupid and embarrassing way (a little overcompensation there, Chris?).

So, I think Matthews is hostile toward orange juice because he subconsciously fears having his oranges squeezed by Anita Bryant. Hey, do yourself a favor Chris. Get outta that closet before you find yourself trading swapping press passes (and precious bodily fluids) with Jeff Guckert.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Sunday already? Seems like it was just Saturday.

And its an “Ugly Sunday” on Press the Meat, as Timmy Potatohead hosts an hour worthy of a carnival freak show, with James “cupie doll” Carville and dickfor Bob Shrum for the Democrats, and Mrs. Cupie Dolln Mary Matalin with Mike “the schmuck” Murphy for the Republicans. Oh joy. Carville is at least fun to look at (in a can’t-take-your-eyes-off-the-car-wreck kinda way), but I really can’t stand his sneering, sighing, fucking whore of a wife (ha, go ahead and suspend me for that, AAR). Actually, they’re all a bunch of fucking whores in my opinion. But then, whores are what Sunday mornings on the teevee are all about, aren’t they (as Mike Malloy would say, no offense to sex workers).

Over on Faze the Nation, Bush buddy Bobby Schieffer has Sec Def Bob Gates (to tell us how well things continue to go in Iraq, I guess), and the Queen of Botox, Nancy Pelosi.

At Fux News Sunday, Weaselface Wallace hosts Obamite Tom Daschle, plus Andy’s pal and Clintonista, Mike “fluffer” Nutter. Then its National Security Adviser Stephen Hadley and Olympic gold medalist Joey Cheek, on to talk about boycotting the Olympics, and the Fux Power Player of the week (oddly enough, somebody who’s actually been in on a power play – and has something like 22 power play goals so far this season), Washington Capitals left wing, Alex Ovechkin. Plus the usual Fux News whores, of course (you know, they probably make even more an hour than the Emperor’s Club VIP gals, and, as far as I can tell, they really don’t do anything to earn it).

On the Goebbels network, George Snufalufagus hosts Jimmy Carter, who’s over in Nepal, observing elections. Then Stephen Hadley gets trotted out again before a roundtable of Time Mag whore Mark Halperin, political genius Donna Brazile, former pentagon spokesbitch (and whore), Torie Clarke, and ABC’s resident Sunday whore, George :jerk: Will. For those of you with HD, here’s some big news: next week, This Weak goes Hi-Def. Won’t that be a thrill? Gee, I hope they have Cokie Roberts on (and Katrina vanden Heuvel, for Kevin).

Over on CNN’s Late Emission, Wolfie has Joe Biden and Dick Luger (I’m not sure if that sounds like a very scary weapon, or something I really don’t wanna see hawked up in the drinking fountain), plus the battle of the surrogates, Obama’s Bob Casey and Clinton’s Evan Bayh. Then, it’s the biggest fucking whore of the day, Connecticut Senator Joe Lieberman. Rounding out the show will be Iraqi Foreign Minster, Hoshar Zebari.

Later, on 60 Minutes, Steve Kroft reports that corruption in Iraq is so entrenched that militia groups known to target U.S. troops control some of Iraq’s ministries and have used those government funds and resources to kill Americans (hey, nothing’s perfect). Lesley Stahl tells us about leukemia patient John Kanzius, who invented a machine that kills cancer cells (I’m sure the drug companies will kill that faster than the auto companies killed the engine that runs on tap water). And Bob Simon tell us about Venezuela’s world famous (in other words, everywhere but the US) orchestra.

Even later, there’s episode 6 of John Adams on HBO (“Unnecessary War.” Some things never change, I guess), and a new episode of the Tudors on Showtime, followed by a new episode of Tracy Ullman’s State of the Union. So, you can put off thinking about going to work tomorrow until at least 10:30 (later if you record them and watch them one after the other, since Adams and Tudors are on at the same time). After that, though, reality sets in.

As for me, I really need to start thinking about doing my taxes.

Have a good one.

I watched Manhattan last night for the first time in a while (in HD, even). It’s perhaps my favorite Woody Allen movie (if you don’t like Woody Allen, don’t bother telling me about it). The only problem was constantly going, “gee, look how young she looks,” or “wow, look how young he was,” seeing as it was released in 1979. Even worse, it dawned on me that 1979 was 30 freakin’ years ago. :sigh:

Oh well, at least it aint Monday.

A little late with this today, after staying up way past my bedtime last night. And too damn tired to come up with much to say, except I’m sure glad it’s Friday. Have a good one.

Not much to say this morning. Nice to hear Marc on the radio again last night (didn’t get much of it before sleepy-time; good thing there’s the podcast to listen to today). I kept thinking he’d be preempted by a Clippers game or something.

Last day of this week in my preferred location before I head back to end the week in my shithole (not that it’s all that bad; it’s actually kind of a nice office, though I have to share it). One of these days, maybe they’ll make me permanent. Everybody seems to agree they want me there permanently; they just can’t seem to make it happen yet (“be patient”).

Oh well, there’s always the lottery I guess.

So, I said to my wife, I said, “get your filthy asparagus outta my beer mug, you Cindy McCain, ya.”

No, not really of course, or I wouldn’t be alive to write this. But I do find this whole McCain temper thing to be just too goddamn stereotypical of the Irish. I blame Notre Dame, of course. Oh, sure, people understand how demeaning using native Americans as sports team mascots is, but “Fightin’ Irish?” That’s seen as acceptable. Why not call them the “Drunken Irish,” or the “Ditch Diggers” or something?

It’s about time we put an end to it, damnit. And crazy ass Irishmen like McCain (of course, he’s not Catholic so he’s only fake Irish) should be the first to go. Along with Pat Buchanan, Bill Orally, and the rest of their ilk. And Notre Dame, too. I’ve always hated them.

It’s time the good Irish – like me, Kevin, Vernon, Michael Moore, etc, took back our heritage – and our good names – from these bastids. Otherwise, we’ll have to get hammered and kick some ass!