Last night (er... this morning), I went to the store at 2am and procured supplies for making bean dip. Left the beans to soak while I went to bed. Watched a couple episodes of Beavis and Butthead before going to sleep, which made me feel sufficiently dumbed down for the year. (MTV2 -- the channel that was ostensibly created for the purpose of playing music after the original MTV decided to become a general purpose crap channel -- was running a Beavis and Butthead marathon. I succumbed.)

In the morning, while chopping up garlic, I watched Meet the Press, where Tim Russert interviewed George W. Bush from the Oval Office. My impression was that the president pretty much came off as a likeable idiot. I almost felt sorry for him as he struggled, like a deer caught in headlights, to come up with something resembling cogent answers to Russert's questions about going to war with Iraq. No wonder this president rarely talks to the press unrehearsed. He may mean well, but he doesn't have a damn clue.

Many of his answers, when asked about things such as Saddam's lack of demonstrable threat to the U.S., whether it was worthwhile to go start a war even in light of there being no weapons, and why soldiers were sent die, could be summed up as, "Bu-bu-but... The terrorists! See? They threaten us. Terrorists. We must protect against the terrorist threat! Terrorists!"

Unless the American people are completely and totally blind, I predict November will be a sweep in favor of whoever the democrats nominate.

Did Russert do less to challenge the president than he often does when interviewing politicians, as some have asserted? Yes. But I don't think that made Bush look good. In fact, it makes him look worse. When he can't even come up with sensible answers to the most straightforward and simple of questions (such as the first one about the why the commission won't be permitted to make its report until after the election), and Russert is obviously handling him with kid gloves (perhaps out of deference and respect to the office Bush holds), it does not make Bush look competent at all.

Then again, I'm a biased witness.

By early afternoon, the completed batch of bean dip was ready. Best batch yet. This time, I decided to try an idea bouncing had suggested on his last visit, and de-emphasized the jalapeno flavor somewhat, in favor of going more heavily on the cayenne, along with a stronger habenero punch.

(Unfortunately, I had to use the dry powdered ceyenne, since I have not been able find any stores around here that sell it fresh. bouncing says grocery stores down in San Antonio have it all the time. I envy him. Then again, I guess he won't be living there anymore either, and now he'll have suck it up and eat Oklahoma food. Actually, I pity him.)

After eating the savory stuff until my stomach told me to quit it, I took a nice little nap.

At around 17:30, the ringing of my cellphone aroused me from my slumber. I rolled over and ignored it for the time being.

When my brain got around to deciding it was ready to interact with the world again, I checked the voicemail. Jaeger had left a message, attempting to entice me away from watching the Grammy awards in favor of hanging out at the Temple of Castor and Pollux, playing gamecube, watching Charmed, and eating pizza for the evening. It sounded sufficiently enticing. I called him back and said I'd be over with some of my games, controllers, and a little container of bean dip.

When I arrived, he showed me some exciting innovations he has been making in the ever-evolving world of web content production. We played Monkey Ball for a while, until he received a phone call from Nemo, and then it was time for Charmed.

We watched the latest adventure of Pheobe, Paige, and Piper, as they worked to solve a strange mystery in a very Harry Potter-esque school of magic, and some very interesting plot mysteries that have been lurking on that show for a while were revealed.

Is it strange for two guys, neither of them gay, to be sitting in a room together watching a show that is quite obviously targeted primarily toward females in their teens and twenties? Have we no shame? No, apparently we do not. I, for one, am not letting such silly classifications stop me from watching. So hah! Take that, culteral pigeonholers! I know you're out there.

We played some more on the GameCube. Neither of us were feeling ravenously hungry, so we decided to skip the pizza, and just eat bean dip.

Kiesa arrived back from her thing, and Jaeger played a game of Metroid Prime while I coached him.

I departed, leaving my Metroid game in the care of Jaeger for a while.

Now I'm here.

Does the obvious never not need to be stated?

Yes, and here is where I am.

Now I think I might write another piece of content that deserves its own article. Then again, I might not.

P.S. Sounds like I didn't miss much by skipping the Grammys. Good for Janet. I'm glad she refused to issue yet another apology as a condition for being allowed to attend. She's already issued several apologies already, both on and off camera. For crying out loud, what the BLEEP to they want her to do? Offer herself nude on an alter in front of the entire nation as penance for this ghastly crime? Sheesh. Let a woman have a little self-respect sometimes. End P.S.