will this week ever end? all hell breaking loose, big bumblebees everywhere, red sox getting hammered by the mariners, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria! speaking of which, right here in Boston a tortoise, ladies and gentlemen, was selected for jury duty. the best part is, he was added to the voter rolls because his name was on the mailbox of his owners, as a little joke. who knew it was so easy to gain citizenship?

of course, my psycho mailman would have none of that, since he carefully monitors who's listed over the doorbell. you don't want to mess with a guy who writes you notes on your mail, defaces your house, carries the mail in the trunk of his own car, and doesn't wear a uniform (unless postal shorts and a Simpsons t-shirt is an official uniform). he wields total power in my neighborhood - we all loathe him, but nobody wants to complain about him else we get a 'special delivery' and/or stop getting mail altogether. so we live in fear of running into him while he delivers the mail in his own special way, like by *size* depending on what day of the week it is. seriously, we get all letters on Monday, all catalogs and magazines on Wednesday, nothing but circulars on Friday, and then on Saturday a different carrier brings a slew of mail, apparently because Mr. Psycho leaves whatever he doesn't feel like carrying in the bin at the central p.o. in short, on my street the postman doesn't ring at all.

on that note, off to a weekend of household tasks, and possibly some social interaction of the quasi-date-like variety. should yield interesting results...

oops, i forgot to post yesterday, dang. well, ok, i went home from work early and couldn't be bothered to hook up the maddeningly un-fast NetZero at home. not a whole hell of a lot happened anyway: it was hot, and i didn't get the dream job i've been waiting on. woo. hoo.

in today's news however, there's a reason to live: McDonalds is entering the chain-cafe game with McCafe, a sort of lower key Starbucks alternative. thank god, that's just what this nation needs, more crappy corporate coffee places!

we also need fewer natural resources, which is good because President Cream Cheese seems hell-bent on undermining every environmental policy of the last 10 years as quickly and thoroughly as possible. this man referred to Canada as "our amigos to the north" at the FTAA summit last week; he should quit while he's ahead, go work for MTV and make 'Jackass' into a self-titled talk show, hell i'd watch that.

on a wee bright note, Todd and i (hi todd!) are going to see the lovely and talented Katell Keineg @ the Mercury Lounge in NYC next Monday, as Todd tries to become the first nonthreatening stalker in pop music history. it's sure to lift the spirits, eight hours roundtrip in the car on a school night, but we're devoted groupies, what can ya do? whine about everything in life on your blog, i suppose...i will now eat a chocolate-covered pretzel from Trader Joes to quell said whining. Mnnnrrph blrdicrrrm, yummmm.

shocking revelation: there's a lot of white guys on TV, according to a legitimiate scientific inquiry. Ooh! Aah!

my brain is like melted brie right now, must go find a baguette...

and now, the downfall of our civilization, even more deeply cheesy dating/reality gameshows are coming down the pike, like Sex Wars. read it and weep, and note this was in the New York freakin' Times.

on that note, i whine momentarily about not having tickets to Badly Drawn Boy tonight, booo hoo hoo hoo. see, only momentarily.

i also ask a truly rhetorical question: what kind of rock was in Jimy WIlliams' pipe during yesterday's ludicrous Red Sox loss to the Royals? who lets a noname fool with a T-ball-league-level batting average of .059, i.e. Craig "don't pity me, i look like Ray Liotta" Grebeck, hit in a tight last inning when you have Jason Varitek, Jose Offerman and Dante Bichette, whose *average* average is over .300, sitting on the b-e-n-c-h?? oh right, Jimy Williams does. Walt Whitman said baseball will "restore our losses," let's hope someone's got 'Leaves of Grass' on the team plane tomorrow...