May 2004 Archives

Anti-Bush Triptych

Earlier this week, there was a big anti-Bush postering event called "Be the Revolution L.A.", featuring the work of Mear One, Shepard Fairey, and Robbie Conal. I saw all three of the posters yesterday while driving around. I wasn't familiar with Mear One, so I went to look around at his web site, which has an extensive gallery. His work is inspired by grafitti art, and I was impressed to see that his anti-Bush poster was done with a spray can. The imagery really jumps out at you when you see it in the street.

What the Cards Say

I've previously written about the Tarot as sequential art and the wonderful site, Aeclectic Tarot. I'm on the mailing list, so I get notified when new decks come in. I perked up when I read the last newsletter and saw the Alcohol Tarot. I'm sure it would have many good stories to tell.

In case you're interested, here's what I drink: Corona Light (so I can keep my girlish figure), Boddington's (bitter, with a creamy texture and a long aftertaste), and Mirassou Merlot (lots of bass notes, not too pricey, not too cheap). Now there's no reason to be unprepared should you invite me over for dinner one day (hint, hint).

That was a very long time between posts. Sorry for the blog silence. Let's catch up, shall we?

All this time I've been sharing a computer with the Cute Little Red-Headed Girlfriend, but now she has one of her very own. I've been setting it up for her with little tweaks and software and as you may know, that can eat up some time. Especially since the computer is the first Windows unit I've owned since the days of DOS. It's an HP zt3200 notebook, which allows the Cute Little Red-Headed Girlfriend to watch all the Marina/L Word and Xena fan videos made in the proprietary Windows Media format. My Apple can't play them. In the eternal battle between sex (Marina, Lucy Lawless) and good intentions (non-Windows OSs), once again sex has won.

Like everyone else, I've been riveted by national politics, and the spate of hearings and testimony around each new scandal. I spent hours watching Richard Clarke's testimony, which confirmed my suspicion that Alias's Victor Garber patterned Jack Bristow on Clarke. I haven't read Clarke's book yet, but I finished Bob Woodward's Plan of Attack, another testimony-related title. Of course, all these hearings has me feeling nostalgic for my favorite President, Richard Milhouse Nixon. If he were alive today, I'm sure he would advise his party to act as he did in the final days: "We have to prick the god-damned boil and take the heat!"

I've been relying on other bloggers' comics recommendations, including those of Franklin and Johnny Bacardi. It's nice to know you can rely on the comics blogosphere.

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