cyrano | This one goes out to the one I love

I am savoring the delicious delicious irony. Props go out to Tersa. Of course, my first thought on the matter was 'Hey! They should call Gray Davis! He's had a lot of experience with blackouts!'

As requested, I am posting the text of a recent letter. Yesterday, I had a Dan Rydell moment; a letter arrived in the post from Senator Clinton, asking me for my money for the DNC to assist in pushing forward meaningful social change in America. And I responded, despite knowing that the 'no postage neccessary when mailed in the US' meant that I would be FOOTING THE GOD DAMN BILL. *sigh* And I said:
Dear Senator:
The DNC has dug its own pit here, through ruthless compromise and selling out the people it is supposed to represent in a grand attempt to seize the middle of the road. If the Democratic party were not a neccessary evil to counter That Other Party, I would happily set Tom Daschle on fire and dance around him with a marshmallow stick. (DNA suggested that I append this with a note indicating that the fire and the stick were purely metaphorical.)
Thank you for your consideration,
Cyrano Jones

So tonight I may either go discover the joys of Viet Namese cuisine with Jenny, or attend Liz + Jon's ice cream social, or watch goofy witch movies at Chez Femme II: Eclectic Boogaloo, or stay at home and rip more CDs.

I think that covers just about everything, besides a congratulations to Guillermo on his graduation and acceptance into college.