fahrenheit 911

It finally happened. Just after the finis of the Cheney-Edwards love fest, I means debate, we finally watched the Michael Moore opus. And to say I was disappointed in both Edwards and Moore would be correct. I just couldn't watch any more. It did work better for Sylvia, but during the debate, we kept wondering why Edwards scratched out those insufferable notes, noisily ripped pages from his yellow pad and licked his lips after he drank libations from his blue coffee cup. But I still like him better than Kerry, so figure that one out.

It wasn't powerful, but the use of clips was slanted, and I'm a fan. Just a few days previously, we viewed Bowling For Columbine and found that to be a much more effective documentary. But it's not politically correct for the left to criticize Michael Moore, so fuck it...I mean to heck with it. I doesn't really care, so there.

Just got the guidelines for food reviewer for the PT and am disappointed in the proposed pay ($125) per article, but I'll give it a whirl. Getting paid to eat seems like a good idea, after all, I've been doing it for free all this time. Pen name: Chuck B. Perkins, so look for it.

Met a super fascinating 80-year old today, Long Beach's first mobile DJ, seriously, who still has his original LPs and much of his set up still in the garage. Very memorable indeed.