November 19, 2004 12:41 PM
This is the last Boo-blog post ever
We tried to come up with something more clever for the title, like a song lyric, or pun, or obscure theatrical reference, but we settled on telling it like it is.
But yes, it's the troof. See, Girl-E is an insecure, petty twit, and she finally decided she just had to have a blog of her own but couldn't tolerate the competition. So after more than a year and a half of cavorting with you lovely people (almost) every day, we have been forced into retirement, like so much aging horse. We will miss you all wretchedly, but all good things must come to an end. Plus, now we'll have time to work on our screenplay.
While we tried to get her to do her own damn PR, she convinced us to put a plug in for THE NEW BLOG (she even wanted us to ask you to change your links. Chopped liver, that's what we are). Chances are she will rip us off and it will be a little like this one anyway, though she swears it will bring a "fresh voice" and "less migraine-inducing pink". Whatever.
We did, however, succeed in getting her to pay our hosting fees so that the Boo-blog will not disappear into oblivion. You can still visit us whenever, and to make it easier, we chose some of our favorites from over the years (well, one year and eight months) for your enjoyment.
So here you go, The Best of Boo-blog:
My Big Fat Constitutional Convention (Diarist Award finalist)
November 18, 2004 10:42 AM
Have we met?
Needless to say, we've been trapped in a technological vortex for about a week. Switching servers is, apparently, not for the weak. Things are on the mend, except for the fact that we need to re-upload every fricking graphic from every fricking post for the past year and a half. But, as usual, we whine with optimism.
Because we are loathe to give you nothing but rants about how we can't post anything for two weeks, here's Girl-E's latest published article. She's so deep.
Thin as your patience may be, please check back soon for a surprise just for you. We won't tell you what it is, except that it's not a pony. (Or is it......)
November 12, 2004 10:23 AM
Should the goal of politics be to pursue an ideal or reach common ground and consensus?
We're not going to answer that question. Why? Because it has been the ongoing topic of virtually every newspaper column and every site on the interweb for the past two weeks and every comment made by everyone including Girl-E on those sites... AND, the topic of the analytical writing section of yesterday's GRE. Seriously folks, you could at least have given her a challenge. Yawn.
Anyway, after bombing a series of practice tests which threatened her status as an all-American mainstream uninspiring fact-spitting test-acing nerd, she did in fact manage to pull it together and live up to her reputation. Thanks mostly to her eerie memory of 8th grade math, and cramming a vocabularly list in the 30 minutes before the test. Up to that point, her studying had primarily been DESULTORY.
In other news, there are going to be some changes a-comin' to this here site, so we may be a little sporadic in the posting for a few days. We're hoping that some cosmetic changes will freshen things up a bit, since we haven't written anything worth anything for like ever.
November 9, 2004 02:52 PM
Hey kids, it turns out that Girl-E is taking the GRE on Thursday, and realized that if she doesn't spend most of her free time on highly distractable, perfunctory studying, she might fuck up real bad. So all those "thoughts" she claimed to be revved up to share have now degenerated to RED:BLUE and 252/286 = oh crap/x.
November 8, 2004 10:00 AM
To all the people arguing that we should be working to build bridges rather than fight for what we believe is right:
(Click to see larger image with legible color key)
Meeting halfway is great when you can do it, but sometimes you just know you need to stay where you are.
November 5, 2004 11:23 AM
Today marks the end of an extremely taxing week. There is a whole lot we want to say, a whole lot we want to do to make weeks like this few and far between. We need a little more time to stew, though, so for now, please be so kind as to do the following:
1) Go to Blogatron and sign up for the Five Buck Revolution. You don't need to have ideas right now, but just put it on your radar, and make a very small initial commitment to turning things around.
2) Don't even think about throwing in the towel. There's a lot that each of us can do that does not require either giving our lives up to the cause or accepting defeat.
3) Go out for a nice dinner. Not necessarily expensive, just enjoyable. Seriously, it will help.
4) Check back with us at the beginning of next week, we actually do have stuff to say.
5) Watch the Daily Show as much as possible. If you don't have cable, go to a friend's house. It will make you feel so much better. They've gone from making fun of everyone to being on a genuine crusade.
p.s. As much as she'd rather plan the revolution while eating pizza in front of cartoons, Girl-E is singing with the disco band here tonight, if you happen to be on Cape Cod with nothing to do. Heh.
November 4, 2004 02:51 PM
Heartland vs. Brainland
The past two days have felt like a a burlesque show performed by zombies. Or something. I've been trying to make sense of it, philosophising on why it isn't so bad, writhing about why it is so bad, digging for some justification or proof that we are slowly going in the right direction, over the slow but steady arc of justice that Dr. King told us about. Most of what I've come up has ended up in the comments of other people's blogs, because they've said it better first. So for starters, if you haven't been there already, catch up on the last week of Bryan's thoughts, which put it all together better than anything else I've read (although I've been avoiding news sites and editorials like the plague, knowing that for every uplifting, intelligent piece I read I'll have to see that smirk 16 times).
By the way, in case you're wondering about the first person singular, today I needed to give the twins a break, spunky as they are, and just write as myself.
November 3, 2004 09:23 AM
Ok Chrissy, but did you go back there and vote?
We really wish the Sox had swept the Reds instead of the Cardinals, so that we could blame all of this on the Curse of the Buckeye and not have to face the fact that EVERYBODY SUCKS.
P.S. to Patty Adams: hang in there sister, you did all you could.
November 2, 2004 10:31 AM
VOTE OR DIE
Ok, now that we've gotten that over with, let's enjoy some Halloween snapshots. Click for larger image, yadda yadda (note: Hilatron worked on her thwarted look all day, and we think it paid off)
November 1, 2004 10:44 AM
Center of Mass.
As many of you know, Girl-E grew up in San Diego, California, where most people are the worst kind of conservative (apathetic, enlisted), whose central voting issue is gas prices (and yet they can't look beyond the liberal policy of "tax" to the conservative policy of "crusade blindly against the people who sell us the oil" to figure out whom not to vote for), and "weather" is something they've only seen on television, as are schools with indoor hallways.
We generalize, of course (except for the last part; Girl-E figured it must be cheaper to film in that setting because real schools obviously did not look like that -- one building? With floors? and tile?). But somewhere in the depths of her psyche she knew she would end up in the East, where people rode subways and bitched about the cold. She was born for both. Her four years in New Jersey could have been in a biosphere for all she knew, because her university was almost eerily insular. But the past six years in Boston (minus the one in Istanbul) have been something approximating real life, and confirmed all her suspicions about cultural variables.
For a while, it was mostly about public transportation and storm windows. And of course the dramatically greater number of Democrats and people with Ph.D.s. But this year things have been different; this year, we can say without hesitation that in 2004, Massachusetts is, in fact, the hub of the universe, where all progress and reward resides. No seriously. The Patriots win the Super Bowl. Gay marriage, for reals. The Red Sox defy all known history and win 8 straight games in the post-season after being down 0-3. The DNC brings us a truckload of movie stars. Joey McIntyre released a new album with favorable reviews. And our senator is the Democratic nominee for President of the United States.
Now, it's natural that one might be a bitterpants about all this and choose to repeatedly slam our Commonwealth in, say, a presidential debate. But as Bill Maher pointed out this weekend, not only is it kinda shitty for the President to pick on one of the states by name, there would be no America without Massachusetts (and Texas was actually fairly counterproductive).
So, not that we want to jinx anything tomorrow, but the only consistent thing would be for Massachusetts to win the big one tomorrow. The Pats did lose this weekend after 21 straight wins, just to show we're regular people. But really, this is the year. Kerry has some issues, sure, but he's our only hope for not going the way of the Roman Empire. So tomorrow, registered voters of America, let's give it all to the Liberal Senator from Massachusetts. Remember that ugly tax on your tea, and slavery. C'mon, we deserve it.