Oscar Pool Creator
In case you missed it, my annual “Make-Yer-Own Oscar Pool Page” is here.
Thank You Mr. Bus Driver
I almost missed my bus yesterday. As it was pulling away from the curb I ran alongside it, waving my arm, and the driver kindly brought the behemoth to a stop and allowed me to board.
Moments later, as I sat panting in a seat halfway back, I could hear the driver’s voice boom from overhead. He was having a private chat with the person sitting in the front row and was clearly unaware that the intercom was on. I, and everyone on the bus, heard him say, “I probably wouldn’t shouldn’t have stopped for that guy, but I kinda felt sorry for him. He had such a dopy, desperate look on his face as he ran.”
How Many …?
Moderator: If you are elected president in 2004, what will your administration’s policy be in regards to changing the lightbulb?
Kerry: “Like most Vietnam veterans who fought in the Vietnam war, I know a little something about changing lightbulbs, on account of my experience in Vietnam.”
Edwards: “No need to change the bulb — I’ll just light up the room with my sunny optimism!”
Bush: “Someone needs to change a lightbulb? Woohoo — we created a job!”
Nader: “These is no fundamental difference between a lit room and the darkness.”
Conversation with my single female friend R.:
R: I was trying to find a copy of that card game, Mamma Mia, so I went to the game store you suggested.
R: And omigod — the guy that worked there was so nice and friendly! And cute!
Me: [Incredulous] Cute? The guy working at the game store?
R: He was totally cute!
[Momentary pause. Then, hurriedly …]
R: I mean, “cute” in a Geppeto kind of way.
No Squirrely yet. As of this writing The Queen and I are still living in 2004 BC (before child).