First, the rage:

1. What the fuck is the deal with the photos that have been surfacing documenting the abuse, torture and rape of Iraqi prisoners, and why isn't everyone really freaked out about this? The guy who provided the pictures says that the soldiers were never trained in any way whatsoever as to how to guard or treat prisoners, and that he only received a copy of the Geneva Convention guidelines AFTER he was charged for court martial. All togther now: What the fuck?

2. Even WORSE, the fuckheads at Sinclair Broadcasting Group are not running tonight's episode of Nightline in which Koppel is going to read the names of men and women in the military killed in Iraq. Of course, they also carry the Fox "If you're not rightwing you're not a patriotic American" News without feeling like THAT politicizes the news. Fucking hypocritical assholes.

3. I yelled a bit about my dislike for Tarantino last night. I felt attacked, and I was a bit, um, out of it when it happened, so I argued/yelled a bit too vehemently. Sorry about that.

Moving on...

4. Thanks (sort of) to a-f for turning me onto babble, which is a daily kickass boggle-type game. Very addictive, very very fun.

5. I'm going to vancouver for the first time next weekend, and staying in the kickass room shown on the bottom of that page. Holy shit I'm excited for that.

6. The Red Sox have the best record in baseball, 15-6.

7. I asked my sister for the contact information for her old roommate, who now lives in Florida. I did this so that I can contact him and pester him to get everyone he know to register and vote against Bush in the Fall. Hey man, every bit counts, and some people just need a nudge.

8. I've been feeling sort of shitty this week about not keeping in touch with or developing a relationship with the birthsiblings, so I'm sending them letters this weekend and I'm going to make a concerted effort (as the newfound older brother) to lead the way and just get to know them as much as possible. I'm going to RI in June so we'll get to hang out then, but it's lame that we haven't spoken for months. I spent a few days feeling badly about this, but all I can do now is follow my plan of action.

In the words of D. Boon, "maybe partying will help".