We can be heroes. Just for one day.

Stephen Colbert Content:
-Some blogger that was a little funny put added his name to the end of a blog entry in invisible ink to increase hits. I don't go for such cheap tricks. I just write about the man.
-The mainstream media has joined the blogosphere in the 21st century to critique our man.
Salon weighs in on why-"He just wasn't funny". It is to laugh. Who cares about funny? He was RIGHT. And, if you ask me it gets funnier every god damned day. Mum asked me to send her the You Tube links for goodness sake.
-I love when fandoms explode. Right now is a moment that may be forgotten on the large scale (good Lord, it was broadcast on C-Span after all) but it will be one of the great moments in fan culture. When the real and imagined collided in a outrageous and awesome, unpredictable way.
This is what I wanted to be a part of when I started studying folk culture (or as that librarian that bummed a cigarette off my sister at David Sedaris called it "fucklore"-since this is all about fucking with people.)


"I'm bigger than Jesus."
"You got into a lot of trouble the last time you said that about the Beatles."
"No, I'm bigger than Jesus. By at least two inches."

Mum asked, as she had not been following the blogosphere-shocking! I know. She asked,"WHY did they hire him?"
"The person that did said he was unfamiliar with the kind of work he did, but had heard he was funny."
"I think that they'd (that nefarious they)
seen a few clips of his show and thought that he was Comedy Central's token conservative."
"They didn't bother to IMDB him and find out his other major roles include a high school teacher having a gay affair with the art teacher and take a hint? That's just stupid."

I adore that man so much I would have sex with him. And I don't like sex. And he's married and I firmly believe in, even if I never plan to enter into, the covenant of marriage. So that is really just quite figurative. Like saying I'd give someone a kidney. No one would want my kidney-but the feeling is there. Feelings are more important than realities.

Only Colbert Content ahead is that I plan is the following of my gut and my refusal to admit there's another route.

Portfolio revamp due tomorrow. It's----different. I've dropped the fieldnotes. Fuck them. I'm going to include an extra paper and no mention of fieldwork. I don't do fieldwork like the old timers encourage-the field is too old fashioned. I work with the world, I work virtually. I like it, the way it is now it says more about me than the first draft. I'm not a folklorist in the sense of most of the people involved, but I'm a damn determined writer.
Determined to do what?
To have a title other than folklorist? Fuck if I know.

One final is in my possession. It's a take home. I'm going to do it on Saturday. Or Friday. Happy Cinco de Mayo! Write three essays! O-fuckin-le. Mik is planning to hang out with her friends from the wrong side of the tracks. She'll probably end up in jail-and I'll have to bail her out-with my riches. Until then I'll have the apartment to myself. To "concentrate." RIGHT.

I have a presentation tomorrow. I'm trying to knock a 16 page paper down to a 800 word presentation. It's not going smoothly. But it's my main goal for tomorrow morning. That and not answering the phone since I swore up and down that I had school and couldn't make it to the "no excuses for missing will be accepted" meeting at work. I may not have class-but dammit, I have school to contend with, and I like my job, but I like the idea of finishing this degree even better. Shhhh...don't tell anyone.

There's a good show tomorrow night. I want to go. But I am tired and unable to find joy acceptable at the moment. Joy is such a light-hearted emotion. I'm too busy to feel that. We'll see if I can be willing to experience happiness on May 4, 2006.
When I'm out of school I plan to re-attack that whole learning how to knit thing from last winter. I'll probably end of taking a class-since I can only learn in an organized setting. I'm that conditioned.

Tonight at work, I had a decent night, it was what it was, I overtipped the bartender a little since I can't count but he treats me good, so whatever. But tongight a woman ordered a $16 steak. She didn't like how it was cooked. Twice. So, here was this steak I couldn't afford in life-and we were going to throw it away. Yes, I realize it's kind of weird-but she didn't touch it she cut it and was displeased. But I took it home and had a rib-eye steak for dinner. It was GOOD. Look sideways at me if you must, but I live with a vegetarian so there isn't a lot of opportunities for eating of steak. I'm glad I did it and I'd do it again.

That's about all.
Stay strong heroes.