A recent instant messenger conversation between Bush and North Korean "Great-Leader" Kim Jong Il.
(From Kim Jong Il's livejournal)

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Unreal

I'm going to end up like one of those nutty conspiracy theorists with an electrified barbed-wire fence and a hairless cat. I'll sit in my basement and mutter to myself about JFK, Elvis and Jimmy Hoffa.
Anyway, this is pretty interesting.
www.freedomunderground.org

Michael Moore.com : Press

Michael Moore.com : Press

What would happen if all of the 18-30 year old pot-heads, skate-boarders, seventh-year undergrads, Beavises, Buttheads, gainfully-unemployeds and the like got off the couch on November 2nd, put on their cleanest dirty shirts and got their moms to drive them to the polling booth?

I argue that it's possible to vote and make a difference even with a hang-over and wake-and-bake breakfast. (The polls are usually open until 5:00, so you can still sleep 'til noon.)

I think the problem historically is that these people (including myself) are not only slackers, they are also skilled procrastinators.
This means that they usually miss the voter registration deadline.
(Unless they have a driver's license. Then they are all set.)

Personally, I'd rather have my spleen sucked through my navel with a turkey baster than see dubya in the Whitehouse for another term.

I'd move to Canada, but then I'd just be a victim of U.S. foreign policy.

Hopefully we won't have to resort to such drastic measures.

Michael Moore, as bumbling as he is, is really making an impact. He is our generation's Abbie Hoffman. (Sans drugs and expletives.)

Dissent is in again. We wear it like a badge on our bomber jackets and wear out the soles of our Converse, marching to make it loud and clear.
High school kids are trading in their Hilfigger jerseys for "Bushes are for Pissing on" t-shirts.

I know one thing for sure. There are more slackers in this country than there are rich republicans... the only problem is getting them to the polls.

I think Mr. Moore may have found a solution. He’s giving out Ramen noodles and clean underwear. “The sustenance of slackerhood.”

I fell in love with a girl

Her name is Murphy. She is a nine year old gorgeous blond. Murphy is a golden retriever who dutifully patrols her back yard to protect it from being overrun by rabbits and squirrels. Her vision isn't quite what it used to be, but she can still play hide and seek with her humans.
Murphy has her own toy basket, piled high with stuffed squeaky toys, tennis balls, bits of woven rope and various other doggie delights. Murphy will stand over the basket and methodically select which toy she wants to play with. She'll pick them up, move them around, dig to the bottom of the pile settle on one toy, change her mind, maybe change her mind again before she finally settles on the toy she wants.

Murphy gives the best kisses. Ever.


Meet my two best girls.

(Sorry, they are a little fuzzy. Maybe I'll have better pictures soon.)