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A few quick thoughts while trying to determine whether today was a good day.

Finished reading Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail the other day. Could be my new favorite from Dr. Thompson -- right up there with Hells Angels, certainly. It'll get its own post -- someday when I have the book sitting next to me for reference, which may or may not ever actually happen. For now here's another quote:

At the stroke of midnight in Washington, a drooling red-eyed beast with the legs of a man and a head of a giant hyena crawls out of its bedroom window in the South Wing of the White House and leaps fifty feet down to the lawn ... pauses briefly to strangle the Chow watchdog, then races off into the darkness ... towards the Watergate, snarling with lust, loping through the alleys behind Pennsylvania Avenue, and trying desperately to remember which one of those fore hundred identical balconies is the one outside of Martha Mitchell's apartment. ... Ah ... Nightmares, nightmares. But I was only kidding. The President of the United States would never act that weird. At least not during football season.

Switching gears: Just when you thought the the era of indoor smoking bans meant you no longer had to fear the deadly cigarette, scientists discover something they are calling third hand smoke. You know how smokers smell bad when they come in from have in from their outdoor drags? Not to be an alarmist, but smelling that will kill you and everyone you care about.

If somebody gets me this shirt, I will be your best friend.

And last, is a video from some random British indie band, because Bon Iver videos are all boring and nonexistent.