My favorite actor, Shia LeBeouf, is in yet another movie:  Eagle Eye.

Shit…maybe I’ll fork out the 30 bucks for Autumn and I to go see this one in theatres…

“A new politics for a new time,” Obama says.  We need to get rid of the politics of the past.  Change!  Yada, yada, yada…

I wonder if it ever occurs to these people that “change” is exactly what got us into this mess in the first place.  This country had a sweet deal before we decided to start giving less power to the constitution in favor of more power to the State.  The last few decades, in fact, can hardly be called “the politics of the past” because they’re still going on to this very day.  McCain…Obama…these guys fully represent the politics of the present and future.  They argue about the “issues” but at the end of the next 4 years the State will be the only real winner no matter which one of these idiots becomes our president.

The only way to truly fix the country is to slowly but surely return the the real politics of the past.

Like I said…nice speech Obama, but maybe you should have read the job description before you applied.  It only contains one line:  “I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”  Any president who can’t do this one simple thing is nothing short of a failure.

Now, time to get ready for John McCain’s speech next week.  I wonder how many times he’ll use the word “gooks?”

Obama thinks it’s the government’s duty to ensure opportunity and jobs for all.  How quaint.

I love how our ”leaders” don’t even know why the government is supposed to exist.  The only thing it’s supposed to ensure is our right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  Meanwhile, these assholes are willing to give up the liberty and the pursuit.  Government mandated success, or else.  You know…like Communism!

At least his speech sounds nice.  I always hear people talk about what a great orator Obama is.  Tonight, I would have to agree with those people, no matter how much I disagree with the content of the speech.

Speaking of Japanese game shows ruined by America…

Autumn saw an ad for Fox’s newest cultural import the other day.  It’s a little game show called Hole In The Wall.  Curious, we looked it up on YouTube only to discover that it was one of the most awesome things I’ve ever seen.  In case you haven’t seen it, here’s one of the better previews from the Japanese version:

My only fear?  That America will find a way to fuck this up, too.

Tonight someone asked me if I was going to Blort about the Madrid plane crash.  I thought to myself, “Why the fuck would I Blort about the Madrid plane crash?”

I rarely visit my MySpace page (member since 12.20.03), but after doing so today I decided to delete one of my random “friends” for posting this crazy shit in one of her 50 bulletins:

I’m gonna go with “useless.”

Back in April, I headed to the Target Optical Center for an eye exam and a few boxes of contacts.  Unfortunately, the clerks there were unable to verify my vision insurance before the appointment.  I didn’t know this, though, because the guy that left this message on my answering machine had a very thick Indian accent that I could barely understand in digitized form.  Long story short:  After receiving the exam and contacts, I was informed that they expected full payment for the rendered services.  I did not have those kinds of funds available, though, and felt quite put out by this sudden news (which is exactly why I had given them my insurance information beforehand).

Today, I found myself again out of contacts.  I went to the nearest Target store, thinking that each store’s records would be connected in some fashion.  They are not, as it turns out, so I asked the clerk if she could call some other stores to see if they had my file.  I thought I remembered getting my exam done at the Gartrell store, but wasn’t completely sure.  Who can remember such things?

She called them to ask, “Can you look and see if you have a patient’s file?”  There was a momentary pause then she added, “Cutaia.  First name, Brian.”  Immediately, “Oh, you do have it.  Can you fax that to me?  Thank you.”

As she hung up the phone, she said to me pleasantly, “They knew you right away!”

Funny…I didn’t remember being too hard on those guys.  Apparently, though, I make an impression when I’m dissatisfied with a service.  Oh well…