Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Friday, July 28, 2006


  • Why are there beauty contests? Aren't beautiful people already rewarded enough?
  • Just because he said this: "Remember that Saddam Hussein is a military man," Hussein said. "If sentenced, it should be with a firing squad, not hanging like criminals." I think he should be left to hang like the criminal he is.
  • Is Anne Hathaway the new Sandra Bullock? In Sandra's movies Love Potion #9 and Miss Congeniality, she is an unfortunate looking girl who becomes a super cute girl. In Anne's movies The Princess Diaries and The Devil Wears Prada, she is an unfortunate looking girl who becomes a super cute girl.
  • It does not matter how old you are when your parents die. You still become an orphan and that is really heartbreaking.
  • Osama Bin Laden is the number one most wanted terrorist on the FBI website. But he is wanted for 1998 bombings of embassies, not the September 11 fiasco. But he did it, right?

Wednesday, July 26, 2006


I took an OKCupid quiz and well, friends, I think it is pretty accurate. What do you think? Scary. Go take it. (Maybe I just like when a quiz says I am the smartest!)

The Priss Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLDf)
Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss. Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy.

Your exact opposite:
The PlaystationRandom Gentle Sex Master You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Playboy, The Loverboy
CONSIDER: The Manchild

Buggie's political soapbox

You are a

Social Moderate
(41% permissive)

and an...

Economic Liberal
(21% permissive)

You are best described as a:


Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test
Yeah, that seems about right. I don't really align myself with a certain party, choosing to rather follow individuals if they seem to be on the same path as me. I was watching a commercial for Mark Kennedy who is running for the MN seat of the Senate. The commercial makes a big point of how the Congressman is not a politician. He is an accountant. I think it is interesting how the tide is turning against "politicians" and towards "normal" people. I kind of like it. I have some serious issues with the way people are voted into office. It just seems like a popularity contest of whoever has the most money. A friend came up with a plan to stop the election war chest and give each candidate some public television time to state their case. I think that is a brilliant plan. I want politics to stop being a dirty word and have elected officials actually be dedicated to making a change for the better and helping their constituents.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Saddle up

This girl and this girl coerced me into going to a place I would never think would be a fun place to go. I am simply not a country music fan, nor do I swoon at the sight of cowboys. Velvet, however, says YEEE HAW! So, there we were, surrounded by Wranglers and Jessica Simpson cowboy boots, some of us with the intention of drinking entirely too much and hiding in a corner. (Er, that would be me.) Instead, I drank water and looked around at all the cowboy hats that looked surprisingly good. We decide to venture out to the dance floor to see what crazy line dancing looks like. Within 12 seconds, Marci and Velvet are off, to demonstrate what can only be called a terrible handle on the two step. Turns out, we never left the dance floor. We were whirling and two-stepping and line dancing like fools. I was still on the dance floor when the lights were turned on! Brutal.