Tuesday, April 8, 2003

But soft, gentle reader! Behold, for Carl decided to paint his short bus a brilliant blue today. That’s right, you read correctly. I said short bus. Carl erroneously believed we made peace back in March, but I guess the Aides beg to differ, eh?

Do you know why we need to protest the short bus, dear reader? We need to protest because we don’t have bustonomy. He writes, “No you can’t take the wheel, but I’ll drive you wherever I please.” Excuse me? What about my destination? What about my comfort? What about MY needs?

Speaking of comfort, Suite 280 has yet to decide on the significance of pants, but we have decided–well, two-thirds of the suite, at least–to support the Chapman brothers and purchase some of their fine swag. In mere days, our capitalist society will deliver into my hands an orange Pom Pom shirt, size small, for a mere fifteen quid. Bless your heart, Uncle Sam, bless your heart.