Monthly Archives: February 2006

85% of US Troops in Iraq Don’t Know Why They’re There

Zogby released a poll today of troops serving in Iraq:

>85% said the U.S. mission is mainly “to retaliate for Saddam’s role in the 9-11 attacks.”

77% said they also believe the main or a major reason for the war was “to stop Saddam from protecting al Qaeda in Iraq.”

“Ninety-three percent said that removing weapons of mass destruction is not a reason for U.S. troops being there.”

29% of the respondents, serving in various branches of the armed forces, said the U.S. should leave Iraq “immediately,” while another 22% said they should leave in the next six months.

Guys, gals, we want you home safe and sound and soon.

Bush Approval Ratings Hit All Time Low

Remember, friends, Nixon was at 27% during Watergate:

Gallup: Bush Approval at 39% 

CBS: Bush Approval at 34%

Zogby: Bush Approval at 40%

No more mandate. The Project for the New American Centruy is derailing. What will they do? Can John McCain be the new charisma for 2008 – after Rove destroyed him in 2004?

You Might Be a Liberal If: You unknowingly re-rent Hijacking Catastrophe: 9/11, Fear and the Selling of American Empire and watch most of it before realizing you’ve already seen it – after of course searching your blog to see if you’ve reviewed it before.

Shark Vacuum Cleaner

It is Tuesday morning. Kitty is lapping up a bowl of water. He’ll go the whole day without hydrating and then suddenly park himself in front of the water dish and have at it. He’s now enjoying a post-meal stretch on the floor.

I got a vacuum on Sunday. I had one already but the suction was shot so I trotted down to Bed, Bath and Beeyotches and plunked down for a Shark Vacuum cleaner. Something about that store always makes me a bit panicky. I think it is the enclosed space/underground thing. I’m like that with DSW.

So I got a dark red metallic Shark vacuum and it is awesome!

I filled up the little cuppy thingy in just the first five minutes – that’s how much my old vacuum stunk. It looked like I’d sucked up a Brillo pad of cat hair. The Ikea rug I’d given up on ever having looking clean (after the cat immediately applied fur to every inch) was suddenly crisp blue again.

I vacuumed the bedroom yesterday and the same thing – a whole wad of dust, dirt and cat hair.

Cancel the iron lung and go get a Shark vacuum cleaner!

The Hills Have Eyes (1977)

I thought I’d rent the Wes Craven classic The Hills Have Eyes on the weekend release of it’s remake. And with taglines like:

The lucky ones died first.

and

They burned the father, killed the mother and raped the sister!

I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I still found the movie pretty bland. I don’t get into the ‘picked off one-by-one in the desert’ movies. They seem about as boring as a love story – a self-contained world where nobody affects anything outside. One good suspense scene and a repeating ‘baby in peril’ motif but not as harrowing as I would have liked. Fast forwarded through much of the second half because it lagged.

(from Sunday night)

Peeping Tom (1960)

Oatmeal cooking in the micro. Just finished watching Peeping Tom, Michael Powell’s controversial 1960 horror film. Considered to be a pre-cursor to the slasher genre, the film destroyed Powell’s career for it’s commentary on sadism, voyeurism and entertainment (Hitchcock’s Psycho came 3 months later – ignited similar controversy – but was lauded). Powell’s favorite review of the film was

The only really satisfactory way to dispose of Peeping Tom would be to shovel it up and flush it swiftly down the nearest sewer.  Even then the stench would remain.

This is one of those films I’d read about as a kid and had always wanted to see. This was back when I read and re-read the NYU Tisch School of Arts undergraduate catalog, dreaming of becoming a film director (theatre turned out to be a much quicker fix… and then later on: blogging). The film is deliberately paced compared to today’s over-edited shockers but it has a few worthwhile gasps and great ending. It reminded me of key scenes from Strange Days, that misanthropic millienial fever-dream from Kathryn Bigelow – that one sequence still troubles me – and you know which one I mean.

(from Sunday night)

Personals Ads from the Deep

Checked my Yahoo! email which I hadn’t checked in a long long time and saw email from Salon Personals which morphed from Nerve Personals back from my dating days. I’m deleting my account but was curious to see what was my personals ad like back then:

Hunky brainiac seeking…

I have great hands (14 years of piano training). You’ll want to kiss my shoulders. Oh and I rock. Affectionate, sexy, sensual, verbose… ummm…

Looking fer happy go lucky types out there wanting to have a drink, a movie, a dinner or a tumble. Looking for slim to athletic builds with brains – intellect is my main attractor. Free my mind and my belt will follow.

Cracks me up. Good God – could I be any more carnivorous?