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I have no words:

Westboro Baptist Church will picket Heath Ledger’s funeral

Ok, I lied. I have words:

These people sicken me. If it didn’t make me exactly like him, I would say that Fred Phelps deserves a very special place in hell. It’s a place very close to that place he wants to send the rest of the world. Well, not the entire rest of the world. Just, you know, Gays, Jews, Swedes, Mexicans, Canadians, Americans, not Al Gore, the Clinton Family, Al Gore, Bill O’Reilly, The Screen Actor’s Guild, The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, Reggie White, The ACLU, Ang Lee, Matthew Shepard, Princess Di, Ronald Reagan, The Southern Poverty Law Center, Moises Kaufman, Soldiers, Mormons, Muslims, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, and the Irish. (I’m not joking about any of these, and I’m absolutely, 100% positive that I missed a few).

When I think of what should be done to that asshat - just, you know, for the sake of argument - I recall The Onion’s descriptions of the eternal torment which awaited the 9/11 hijackers in hell. And yes, I put Fred Phelps in the same category as those cocksuckers.

A few choice quotes from the aforementioned Onion article:

“…they certainly didn’t seem prepared to be skewered from eye socket to bunghole and then placed on a spit so that their flesh could be roasted by the searing gale of flatus which issues forth from the haunches of Asmoday.”

“…they’ll be sodomized by the Fallen and their bowels shredded by a demonic ejaculate of burning sand” [I'm particularly fond of this one. -J]

“Then, on Sunday, Satan gets them all day. I can’t even imagine what he’s got cooked up for them.”

Enjoy eternity, Fred. You closeted, self-hating douchebag.

I was going to film one of two things today for this weeks episode, depending on whether I had to report for jury duty or not. Guess which one I did?

It’s January 12th. Time for 12 of 12:

8:33 am - Ironing the work shirt. Wasn’t planning on working today, but they called and waved money at me so…

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8:43 am - Breakfast

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8:56 am - Driving to work. My shift starts at 9:00, I think this is the closest I’ve ever cut it. I clocked in at 9:05, which is just within the 5 minute grace period. Whew.

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9:29 am - The T2 control console. Where I’ll live for the next 8 hours.

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1:50 pm - Close up of The Button

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3:01 pm - Took a walk around the theatre at lunch time. Here’s a view from the stage.

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3:04 pm - Doing my little turn on the catwalk. On the catwalk, yeah. I’m doing my little turn on the catwalk.

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3:06 pm - Birds eye view of the stage.

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5:39 pm - Sunset.

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6:31 pm - Stir Fried tofu and veggies over bulgar.

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6:54 pm - The screeners started arriving a couple of days ago and they’re piling up. Cyndi and I are both in SAG so we get doubles of all the screeners.

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10:15 pm - Saw I am Legend. These are the credits, which I think I can reasonably safely take a picture of. (I didn’t use a flash, don’t worry). I’m not quite sure what I thought of it.

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That’s it. I also cut together a video slideshow of this month’s 12 for Semanal. Two birds, one stone kind of thing. I’ll post it as soon as it finishes uploading.

I’m usually not at all political on this blog, but…

This election coverage is making me a bit batty. Chris Matthews is like a Fred Willard character in a Christopher Guest film. Occasionally, I’ll catch Keith Olbermann with an ever-so-brief “WTF are you talking about, Matthews?” look on his face.

And the way they’re treating Tom Brokaw. “Let’s go see what Tom Brokaw has to say”. They’re treating him like Grandpa at Thanksgiving dinner. Grand-daddy has something to say. Give him a minute or so, then we’ll continue our inane discussion. He’s Tom Freaking Brokaw. Stop interrupting him. For the love of Pete, he’s been covering elections since Kennedy, he might have more than 60 seconds worth of insight. What “Grandpa” has to say is vastly more interesting than the “analysis” drivel that continues to ooze out of Matthews and friends. In fact…Matthews, get up. Get out of here. Give Brokaw your chair. Olbermann, you can stay. But don’t talk. Just listen. Take notes.

As I write this the current democratic returns are 39% to Clinton and 37% to Obama. I’m sorry, 39% to 37% is far from a “decisive victory” or a “sweeping upset”. The only thing decisive about those numbers is that one of them will be the Democratic nominee. We’ll see what happens in the coming weeks and months. I know who I want it to be. I can’t say it any better than Zadi just Twittered: “When given the choice, I think I choose passion over experience. In passion, isn’t there truth, inspiration, and heart?“