In the NPR must-listen category, this commentary on 1974, the worst-ever year for music, cracked me up to no end. Hopefully, it'll do the same for Dad, a true afficienado of crappy pop.
Also, a note regarding Senator Kerry. The more I learn about his political career, the less I like him. But the more I learn about his personal life, the more I like him. And the more delegates he accumulates, the more confounding this becomes.
Man, if this was high school, it'd all be a lot easier. Kerry'd be a great student body president. The administration would take him seriously, 'cause ever since he got involved with student council he doesn't start riots and protests anymore, and the smart kids all know him from the honors classes they're in together, and the rich kids would vote for him because their parents are friends with his parents, and the jocks would like him because he used to be on the football team that season we totally won, and the burnouts and rejects would be so totally bored by him that they'd just ditch assembly and smoke out behind the gym. And yeah, when he took that kickback from the soda vendor, that was pretty lame, but he would organize a totally awesome Winter Formal (well, he wouldn't ACTUALLY organize it, but he'd totally help make it happen). I bet he'd even get up and play with the band! How cool would that be?
And besides, it'd only be for a year, and when that hottie John Edwards is a junior, it'll totally be his turn. I mean, I don't know if he'll be any good at it, but my friend Alexandra? She says that he's totally gonna break up with his girlfriend soon, and if he shows up at that party on Friday I'm totally gonna tell him that I think he'd be a great President. I mean, he looks really buff in his letterman jacket. And that's what matters, right?