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These are the Tates, and these are the Campbells, and this is Soap.
The real Jessica Tate was not from Texas. Even with the geography stacked against her, though, the faux Jessica "Jessi" Tate seems eminently reasonable in her own regard. Tragically, while doing much for helping Doug Whatever-his-last-name-is's sense of self, she has done precious little to help Billy Crystal's career. I'm sure that catharsis is valuable in itself. Hope so anyway.
It's apparently Harriet Miers. Previous jobs include Deputy Chief of Staff and being the first womun in the position of White House Counsel. Better way to think about it is that she used to be Josh Lyman and is now Oliver Babish. Again Bush made a strategically good pick; she doesn't have a whole lot of (read: any) recorded legal decisions to make her offensive to Dems. She'll probably get the confirmation about as smoothly as Chief Justice Roberts. Harry Reid has already spoken positively. Some of the problems that the more pretentious amongst us are bound to point out include that she graduated from a third tier law school, and that she has never clerked for anyone in the upper echelons of the judicial system. Seems that this will make being able to pin down where she sits on the ideological plane harder than it should be, even more so than Johnny G. Good for Bush, bad for America. She's also implicated in the payoffs and whatnot regarding the Texas Lottery, no-bid contracts, and the time that W spent out of the Guard. All this, and she represented Microsoft. Icky.
Keeping the silver lining in mind, she apparently was a math major and used to be a demmy-crat. Also, she's goofy looking. This seems to work well for us on the court (c.f. Ruth "The Greater De" Bader Ginsberg).
Seems to be more cloud than lining this time. Sign of the administration, I guess.
Side note: "pit bull in size 6 shoes?" I fail to see why this folksy kind of nickname thing that Bush does is charming.
Latin is just as fun as I remember it being.
West Wing needs to not be on Sunday nights, when I'm either at debate tournaments or Denny's. I've already missed the first two episodes of the season, and am getting kind of jittery.
And I promise you, I will treat you well, my sweet angel.
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What does it mean, Billy?? What does it mean???
--Billy
answer to question (1) - so help me jesus; answer to question (2) - question 2 is actually a question i asked the great Bil1337 (1337est of all Billys) about / udv = uv - / vdu. his answer was something about u's and v's and integrals and derivatives, none of us will understand, but i'm pretty sure he hexed me.
Everyone,
i think that i had one of my best birthdays EVER. i got drunk and forgot good portions of it, but not enough to get out of feeling bad about what i did (... damn, what a great birthday). if you weren't there, then it's a little like vegas, and then alot not. one thing you can know right now is, FUCK TEXAS. i thank John Cox and Billy for violating that computer w/ www.steakandcheese.com. i haven't felt sexy in a while, and i'm glad that everything happened, but now i feel that i don't need to prove my "sexyness" and have awkwardness the next day. in short, "one night stands" DO make me feel bad (damn, kinda a little too on the nose... screw it). so, i think i might have to look for something more. i only wish i knew a woman that wouldn't treat me as a sex object, and could give me a clean slate.
lastly, above all Billy forgave me of my transgressions. he tapped me three times, did the sign of the cross, and after not turning into salt i figured i was ok.
Doug
p.s. if you don't like my post, then encourage Billy to give me a Doug's Corner on his site.
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