diet coke has changed my life

As an expert dieter, I can now open a bottle of diet coke from a vending machine so well that it doesn't fizz over. Took a while, but now I can never go back.

Enamored with this site.

As to my aversion with/for/of (?) the f-word, it's because my dear mother reads this and I wouldn't want her to hear any more expletives than she already has to coming from me.

There's a new-ish book about Bush -- basically a full psychoanalysis of him, going back to how he wasn't terribly bright in elementary school and compensated with gusto. It got me thinking -- there's money to be made. As much fun as psychological deconvolution of politicians is, wouldn't it be more fun and profitable to have a whole series of books psychoanalyzing celebrities? I'd read a psychoanalysis Paris Hilton and Kim Cattrall, at least...
(I later realized that what I'm longing for here is basically an E! True Hollywood Story.)

My life has boiled down to all research, all the time. On the plus side, I get a lot done before I get kicked out of Boston. On the downside, however, it just means I'll burn out by my second year of grad school, rather than my third.

Finally, I find most people are more excited about the olympics than the RNC. This, I do not get. It's like those people who'd rather be blind than deaf. Get with it, folks.