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And now, here are some links. This is a very funny blog entry written by Melissa Howard from The Real World: New Orleans whose writing never ceases to thoroughly entertain me. It's all about the Britney Dateline debacle, and it's dead on. This is Kathy Griffin's blog about the Iraq episode, which made me laugh and cry. I can't get over how funny this show is -- truly. I don't know what it says about me that I have come to love her so much, but I do. And this episode killed me. It made me laugh just as much as the other episodes have, but it also made me sad and sick. And angry. I really can't even get started talking about the war in Iraq without starting to scream and wanting to sob so I won't. But this episode really touched me, mostly because it just gives a tiny glimpse of what part of life is like over there for the soldiers. And she meets a guy lying in a hospital bed who's like, hi, my fiancee was blown up yesterday while just standing around at the base and I hope I can get back to work soon. Not work at home but work there in Iraq. And she met others who were like, my day sucked today, thanks for making me laugh, and hi, I lost a good friend yesterday, thanks for helping me forget about it for a couple of hours. And I bitch and moan about the president and what a bumblefucking immoral idiot he is, but sometimes I lose sight of the fact that there are actual human beings over there dressed in camouflage trying to do their jobs and, you know, trying not get killed doing them. And for what? For what? And people here whose husbands and wives and children and parents and brothers and sisters they are. Evem though I can't support their commander in chief, I still think really highly of them for trying to accomplish a mission that is so amorphous. (At least it seems amorphous to me.) I hope they know what it is, because I sure don't, and I can't imagine how heinous it would be to risk my life every minute of every day for some cause I don't understand. Anyway. This show. You should watch it. This damn sound is the stuff of nightmares. I listened to it last week and rued the day because my eardrums kept having agonizing flashbacks. Then stupidly today I walked past a secretary's office while she was blaring her speakers and saying, "I can't hear it!" and the piercing pain was so intense that I walked into the wall, stuck my fingers into my ears, and begged shriekingly for her to make it stop. I've always known I have overly sensitive ears because I jump out of my skin at the slightest sound when everyone else sits obliviously in peace, but this sound just affects me to a ridiculously unpleasant degree. My ear still throbs. I kid not. This is a funny song about London underground workers on strike. (From Gael at Pop Culture Junk Mail.) My dad and brother both laughed uproariously while watching it. My mom asked, "What's a wanker?"
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