Apparently I knit in the American style. Dammit. And me with my blue state mentality. Might have to make my winter goal learning the continental way.

Finally, an advertisement that speaks to me. Also available as wallpaper! Mac-compatible!

I was going to post on my new bike riding hobby, and I will (can you stand the wait?) but then I found a link from Trent"> on Renee Zellwegger's new love interest. Renee, do we not think we have explored enough musical genres? And if these guys are serious musicians, are they not wondering what exactly she sees in them? I mean, if you are a rock star, or sort of one (i.e. Damien or Jack), or a country star (i.e. Kenny), are you not looking to be loved partially for your music?

I'm sorry, one girl cannot claim to have White Stripes, Damien Rice, AND Kenny Chesney on her iPod. Maybe the first two in combination, and somewhat feasibly the last two together, but never all three.

Next thing we'll hear is that she's shacked up with Eminem. And then she'll have to move on to Latin jazz.

Using my highly honed sense of weather prediction, I can tell that New Orleans is in for it, even without a direct hit from Rita. The thing is HUGE. And it is not going to just daintily plop down on Galveston. It will wreak havoc near and far.

And to think I'm whining like hell about our weather, which is sunny, dry, and a bit uncomfortable. Sorry God! Don't send any of that crap this way, please!

"Curb" is still, to me, the most squirm-inducing television out there. Maybe because certain people call me Larry David and others remind me that I live in "Curb East" but also because he just steps it up a notch, all the time. The guy in the wheelchair using a cell phone was vintage Larry, but up a notch. Ben Stiller wasn't all that amazing to me, except when he and Larry have a fight in the car, which was heroic in that they got a take with neither one of those guys laughing. Susie and Cheryl continue to raise the bar, though. Cheryl is officially the best "straight man" in comedy and Susie's use of the word "fuck" always delights. We'll finish up tonight assuming the DVD isn't scratched or marred - it may be - and that we won't be riveted to the CNN watching Hurricane Rita coverage.

The thing is, Kate Moss actually looks pretty good doing lines. She's well dressed, not showing any coochie, her hair is fashionably mussed. If it were me, you'ld not be seeing such a pretty scene, I'm sure.

Well, I'm worried about her. She did dump the guy from the Libertines, so perhaps she can get some much-needed help, now.

More GOF footage....looks scary, can't wait.

Watching "Curb Your Enthusiasm's" third season via Netflix has been keeping me alternately in stitches and in pain. Review to come.

Cool, you're a Gryffindor! Brave, noble, and
chivalrous, you stick up for your friends and
morals. Full of heart, youd rather die than be
dishonored. You are generally outgoing,
popular, and optimistic. Your house usually has
an excellent Quidditch team and often wins the
House Cup. Famous Gryffindors are Godric
Gryffindor, Albus Dumbledore, and Harry Potter.
You rock!
(Art courtesy of Ayne Greensleeves)


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That would be my daughter. I'm feeling a bit Hufflepuffish these days, myself.

When ya gotta go, ya gotta go. Via Trent.

I finally found the Mary J. Blige/U2 performance of "One", my favorite U2 song and maybe favorite song ever, and I'm off to go watch it. Good combo for a great cause. Click here to view.

You know I kinda want one. It's not like I have used up all the memory on my 15gb. (And its not like the battery lasts longer than an hour....WHERE is my replacement???) Ideally, I would have an iPod for each genre, but that is awfully greedy. Instead, I would have something that is hard to break, has enough memory to play around with, and has that tiny, tiny size and sleek, sleek black color.

My son's Christmas list, which includes a magnet, a key, a stick, an arrow, and an Aerobie flying disc, has had a new addition.

It was a big sports weekend, least of all because of a great match by a couple of great tennis players. I'm not too upset: Andre played hard and suprisingly craftily. It just seems that Federererrrerrer is impossible to beat right now and perhaps ever. I do think he is a lot more fun to watch than Sampras.

The Bravos continued working their magic. The Joneses were able to show up the rookies for once.

And in the most exciting win of all, my daughter's Mean Green Soccer Machine took on a team made up of several stars from this summer's state games tourney and came out ahead, 6 - 4. Two of the goals were scored by our cutie, including one whilst she was playing eerily smart defense against the best player on the opposing team. My husband and I were ridiculous. Even our son had to tell his sissy, "That was an AWESOME goal...."

The cat, who so daintily lapped up her own issue the other day, did not seem to have a taste for one of these twice. It came with a good deal of clear fluids, whose, it is not clear.

Why oh why didn't I think of this! Even my dear conservative friends, and those who hate bumper stickers, and those who meet both criteria cannot scoff at this one! I think I need to get it, if only to stall the inevitable "Hillary in '08" sticker that is sure to get me egged or carjaked, or at least gestured at.

Labor Day means only one thing to me: Andre Agassi. You GO Andre! Oh, and also hurricanes (we've had our share, which only makes me more appreciative of the hardship of those affected by Katrina. Hmmm. Maybe Pres. Bush should ride out the next big one?), and also my husband's birthday.

He's 40 today. We've spent almost half of his life together. A more calm, cool, collected, canny and clever guy you will not meet. To say I am proud of him, to say that I am wildly in love with him, to say that I enjoy basically every minute we spend together - well, these are all goofy things to say. But they are true. He drives me crazy, but truly, for a majority of his 40 years he has done nothing but inspire people, champion the truth and the ethical way, and quietly become a man of substance, devotion, and a really bizarre sense of humor.

Happy Birthday, Beanie.