Hot and hungry and healthy and hip.

Mesothelioma. There's something you want to avoid.

The debate is on tonight! I have found that parties pale in comparison to having a few friends over and watching a debate this particularly juicy presidential season.

It was Will's birthday a few days back. Love you lots Will! Hope Cairo's treating you well! I miss you and hope to see you, but also conflictingly hope that you get into the Peace Corps like you want to in which case I probably won't see you for a couple of years!

How is anyone supposed to leave home and make a life on their own, let alone we Stewart kids? Goodness knows we ought to just hunker down and get serious with a family restaurant.

I have written a lot of songs lately. If I had a nifty Macbook like some of you silver-spooners out there (ahem, Siobhan); then I would be on Garage Band right now making a record and not complaining about it here.
Actually, what would be really top notch would be to round up a band and rent out a studio for a day and just jam. And then during our jams I would throw in my songs, sprinkling them throughout the day inconspicuously and acting like they just spontaneously grew from the music.

Speaking of things that are cool, I saw the new film "W." last night at a screening. It was really good, I must say. A sold, good-looking movie that really, really didn't bash Bush, but actually gave him a full story and made him a genuine person with genuine beliefs and sympathetic reasons for being so stalwart in those beliefs. It was well-made, thorough, well-acted, occasionally funny, but mostly just kind of fascinating, if not morbidly so. But then again, I've always felt the same way about Bush the man.
Either way, the movie was no hatchet-job and no second-rate production, though I can't say that I have any clue what audience it is meant for. As I left the theater I heard a couple of people to the left (chuckle) of me loudly agree with each other that "he got off way too easy..." while some fellow film enthusiasts to my right (grin) wondered vocally if the film would be screened at the White House.
I, in the middle (hint, hint) of course was simply concerned with why A) Laura Bush never aged. B) Condi had a wierd speech thing going on and C) Can the next president somehow make popcorn not cost as much as a movie ticket?

And life, love, and politics go on.

I wish that:

1) McCain-Biden was the ticket for either party. That would be neat.

2) Obama-Palin were a celebrity couple, like Brangelina, only, whiter and blacker. Palama? Obalin?

3) I can some day not overuse italics.

4) When Siobhan is running for president she has to disown me because I have gone and written something controversial or I am a former member of the Stewart Underground, or I am in an institution somewhere, or I am a fencing instructor in the future when fencing is outlawed, or I have started an embarassing cult, or I write awful blogs, or I am involved in a sex scandal, or I am not involved in a sex scandal and in the future they are acceptable and required, or I have defected to Omani citizenship, or I try to buy into her fame by producing my own beer (Billy Beer, of course), or I named my first two sons Gilgamesh and Enkidu and they are publicly acrimonious, or I was homeschooled, or I am too liberal, too conseravtive, too short, too tall, and too much.

Yeah, I would like those things.

I went shopping today. It rained. I went to French class. I wrote some lyrics, I watched a lot of the news.

I love you all, and very much so.

Thanks for stopping by.

Monday is...a nightmare.

I spend every Monday under the weight of a debilitating, completely undeserved hangover. No, I do not get drunk on Sunday nights. I stay up at The Current until 5:30 a.m. or so. It is one thing to stay up until 2 or 3 palling around with buddies and then sleep in until 1 p.m. It is another beast entirely to be up working nonstop until 5:30, not get home until 6:00, not get to sleep until 6:30 or 7:00, and wake up at 10:00 and head off to school again.

So needless to stay, I awake Monday morning and think of my beloved Aunt Betsy as I greet the day with generous doses of Ibuprofen and a swig of orange juice.

I set my Facebook to Pirate English, and you can to with the settings-languages tool. It's fun, and I am surprised at how thoroughly they go to change every last phrase to ye olde pirate. Nearly all of them are quite humorous, and it's a fun party trick (Hey check out what I can do!").

I was lucky enough to cover a concert for the paper, Ricky Skaggs and Bruce Horsnby playing bluegrass. The two put on a great show in my school's lovely Touhill performing arts center. The more country I hear the more I like bluegrass. It was really fantastic and the musicianship was top-notch and often blazingly fast. I just might buy some of the cds they've done together.

I'm starting to bore myself here. Why is it that the one day I finally buckle down to catch up on all the writing I have put off is by far the least inspired I have ever felt? My foul lack of sleep has rendered me utterly bereft of all wit, insight, humor, and I'm guessing, spelling. Siobhan, you can't let me know about that one.

It's getting cold out.
Okay I just edited this blog and deleted the story I had posted here.