you want ribbons fast
with printing for your wedding
not gonna happen

three weeks it takes to
get a ribbon order done
you want it friday

but it’s my wedding
the customer’s always right
give me your boss now

sure crazy lady
go whine at my boss - he’ll just
hang up on your plight

no printing this time
you should have made better plans
plain ribbon for you

I honestly started this one with the intent of doing a light, frothy, and dare I say tropical color scheme. It wound up in a much different place.

Watched 300 last night…. I haven’t been this affected by the pure *visuals* of a movie since I saw Heavy Metal for the first time. Just…. damm.

Tomorrow we’re going out for a friend’s birthday. Last night the junkyard next door caught fire. No, not joking. It’s amazing how many people *don’t* notice a big-ish fire when it’s 2:00 AM. Today was just for me, so I rented some more movies.

The Wicker Man (2006 remake). Well, it didn’t precisely suck, but I’m a fan of the original - this felt like a remake just for the hell of it. And watered down to boot. The lack of Chrisopher Lee was in no way made up for by Ellen Burstyn, *gorgous* woman and kick ass actress though she is. Very pretty women abounded, but mixing a cult like take on ultra-womynist celtic wicca with some wacky ideas of insect social structures…. really doesn’t do it for me.

Moving on….

Secretary. No dissapointment here *at all*. James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal…. I’m amazed I never found this movie before. I’m even more amazed that my local white bread Blockbuster had a copy. I’m listening to the director’s commentary right now, and that doesn’t even suck. (Usually I want to spork out an eye when I listen to directors talk about their work.)

Lee Iacocca wants to know where all the leaders have gone. Personally, I think we killed and ate them.

I do have a response to one portion of the essay, where he knocks the younger generation for their apathy - and it certanly does exist. Once an official is elected, we are stuck with them. Doesn’t matter if you voted for them or not. Hell, it doesn’t matter if you even voted. Yes, I DID vote in the last election, and no, I honestly don’t feel that it meant a damm.

In the corporate world, if a leader is incompentent, power drunk, or just plain nuts, you can fire them. We’ve got a president who, I think, is all three. The best we can do is hope like hell that the next one doesn’t suck as much. Is it any wonder that the 30 and under demographic doesn’t see much point to it all? Votes or no votes, we still have no real power to stop this runaway freight train.

Of course, we can mount a protest…. an excercise in performance art. We can answer the pollsters when they call and register our dissaproval in the ONLY method that modern politicians listen to, but Mr. “follow my instincts” Bush doesn’t even pay attention to that.

We’ve heard a bit lately about how certain governmental employees serve “at the pleasure of the president”. Problem is, the president once served at the pleasure of the american people. This is no longer true. (Maybe it was never true.) Our democracy is a fiction. Our leaders care about two things: gaining power, and keeping power. Any positive acts that arise from this are just happy by-products. I can’t even remember the last time something stupid came out of Washington (or Trenton) and my reaction was something other than “well duh….. what the hell did you expect them to do?”

The last generation that honestly thought they could make things better were the baby boomers, and they frelled things all to pieces. (More on that some other day) Those of us that came after, raised on a saccherine sweet diet of rose-tinted nostalgia and faded ideals, might know that the emperor is naked, but no one (in power) is listening. But you, Mr. Iacocca, came before them, instead of after. Maybe they’ll listen to you.

I’m not generally a fan of sketch comedy, but I’ll make an exception for this.