it's all in my head

yesterday, with doctor approval, i upped the dose of effexor. today i woke up feeling... well... pretty decent, actually.

it's got to be psychosomatic, but hey, i'll take what i can get!

dangerously cheesy, indeed

"This giant Chee-to could be a boon to our local economy," said Tom Straub, owner of Algona's Sister Sarah's Bar.

for a second there, i had to check and make sure i wasn't actually reading The Onion.

to war or not to war

you know, i honestly can't give you a clear opinion on whether i'm for or against going to war. i think Hussein definitely needs to go away. i don't think for a minute that diplomacy can possibly succeed, because he's a psychopath and he'll never back down. but i also don't think war will get rid of him -- it'll only kill a lot of people, destroy Iraq's economy as well as ours, and make the news really depressing for months or years. Hussein will survive it all in some concrete bunker somewhere and come back to power hating us even more than he already does.

maybe i just watch too many action movies, but if i were in charge, i think i might just send in an ops team to remove him and his most dangerous cronies and be done with it. but since that sort of thing is frowned on by the international community, i've come up with an alternate suggestion.

i say we send Snoop Dogg to negotiate with him for peace. it won't accomplish much, but it'll be damned entertaining.