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just might be the most obnoxious woman in the United States. I'm proud to say that I've never watched "The View" -- my ex used to quote Star Jones a lot, which is weird since he is (presumably) a straight man. He is also a misogynist, so perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised that he was watching a show that makes women appear inane.

Anyway, I don't make a habit of watching TV pundits because they rarely have anything useful to say and I don't enjoy eavesdropping on other people's temper fits. However, I can't seem to get away from Rosie O'Donnell's stupid, mean comments about everybody and anybody.

I care about a lot of people's opinions, but none of these people are on TV. So, Rosie, please shut up and go away. And take Ann Coulter with you (second most obnoxious woman in the U.S.). Talk about a match made in Hell!

On a brighter note, it rained yesterday in the ATL, and my newly planted garden looks very perky! Grow, you little tomatoes, grow! Mommy needs her lycopene.

A jagged wall
mends the breach
between dreams and lightning,
blends into clouds
choked by grief.

I wish for calm water,
ripples kissing the shore
like your lips
on my shoulders,
your breath --
warm as rain.

A guy who looks like the crypt-keeper has no business calling anybody else ugly. Those eyebrows would scare Brezhnev.

That's all I'm saying.

I'm listening to this online thingie (www.tropicalglen.com) that my dad sent. On the site are various years -- up to 1984, which is the end of all good music, apparently. George Orwell _was_ right. Go directly to Room 101 and await your greatest fear: seemingly endless episodes of "American Idol."

Now all of the Neocons will know how to torture me when George Bush declares himself President for Life and comes into his kingdom.

Anyway, the website is pretty cool. For each year listed, there are @30 songs that were super popular that year. This is good and bad (and ugly). For 1984, it's good that I can hear "Jump" (okay, everybody loved Van Halen in the early 80's -- it wasn't cheesy!), "Hold Me Now" (Thompson Twins, who were actually three people -- home-schooled, apparently, by the same type of evangelical parents as those in "Jesus Camp" who are teaching their kids that Global Warming doesn't exist), "The Reflex" (Duran Duran), and "When Doves Cry" (Prince, or Prounce, if you're using your special Cher accent), and "Head Over Heels" (the fabulous Go-Go's). The bad? Lionel Richie, who always had the worst hair and a stinkin' voice, has two songs on the list. Bleech! Ugly? Huey Lewis and the (bad) News has _three_ songs sucking the oxygen out of the list. I had a pack of high school friends who worshipped Huey Lewis back in the day; you couldn't ride anywhere with any of them without having to hear the suckage. I'm surprised I didn't go deaf in self-defense.

Thankfully, I didn't, which is why I'm totally groovin' on the Go-Go's right now.

Check it out, chick-a-dees and chick-a-don'ts.