Scarface: The World is Yours doesn't seem to exist in real life. Still looking for a new monitor, also. My last two attempts to buy one failed.

Overheard at Best Buy:

Employee: "Well, what kind of music does she like?"
Customer: "Um... she likes rap."
Employee: "Radio rap or hardcore?"

We need more questions ending with "or hardcore?" Or maybe we don't, maybe that's what's wrong with America. The newspapers will tell me tomorrow.

I wasn't interested enough to watch all that election coverage after all, though I caught the gist of it via "live blog." Twenty years from now, when the Connecticut For Lieberman party controls Congress and the White House, we'll remember where it all began.

I watched Tank Girl instead. It must be good, if I still don't know if I liked it!

As I've said many times before, this is the month, the month for movies — there are so many good ingredients in Stranger Than Fiction that it just has to be good gumbo — but as far as old movies go, after two months with Netflix I've prettymuch seen every movie I've ever wanted to see. Surprises like Tank Girl (assuming for a moment that I did like it — did I?) are the exception.