Life is a never-ending symphony of joy, I'll tell you! God, I've missed Blogger over the past few months, including the delight of having an entire post disappear without a trace. Now that I've had laser surgery in both eyes (and have to go back for more) and have watched my presidential candidate fall ignominiously to our bastard corporate media, I am ready to start pissing and moaning again after my sojourn among my books, my music, and my beer.

I managed to read all the delightful books of Carl Hiaasen before my left eye started hemorrhaging again. I found that I had been writing in a Hiaasenesque style without even trying--and sent his highly selective agent a query letter for my unfortunate doorstop. This may be hubris on my part, but so be it.

I am resigned to voting for Johnny Haircut. He doesn't seem so bad now, especially compared to J. Fred Bush. I'm not going to any Kerry meet-ups or otherwise campaigning for him, but he has my vote--he is the only alternative to four more disastrous years of GWB and cirrhosis of the liver for me. If Bush wins, I shall use my liver to smite Naderites, once it is hard enough.