Assuming you too noticed that the sun came out this week, you probably don't miss me either. Of course I'd probably feel a little better knowing that you were actually sitting inside, pining for one more chance at counting all my new grey hairs while sharing a fresh tomato in bed (with just a little black pepper, mmmmm) while watching Sissy Spacek completely own the music of Loretta Lynn in the movie version of the autobiography "Coal Miner's Daughter", but since that's never gonna happen it's not gonna do either of us any good to sit around wondering about whether or not I think you've gotten fat off of too much comfort food this winter or whether or not I'll be able to find a way to say pretty much anything without it being turned around and made into a whole big thing so that I feel like I need to take a vacation. Otherwise things are good and I don't really feel like my head will explode anymore if i don't get on a plane to a beach in Mexico right away because it's so darned cold outside. I now have totally different reasons for thinking that m head will explode if I don't get on a plane to a beach in Mexico right away.
Anyway, speaking of how important I am, today, or some other day this week, I got a letter from the President! Well, actually it was an email. But it said the sender was Barack Obama. He's the half white President right? Some people call him The Big O. But no one cares about them. Anyway, he sent me a really nice personal note. It starts like this:
"Matthew --
I wanted to take a moment to thank you directly for the outstanding work you've been doing as part of Organizing for America's Final March for Reform. I can tell you that your voice is heard in Washington every day. I see how your efforts are moving us toward victory ..."
And then there's a bunch of stuff in the middle where he talks about wanting to give away all of our nuclear weapons to the Czechoslovakia because they have such a difficult name to spell.
And then it ends like this:
"There's very little time left, and still much to do. But I believe to my core in the power of Americans to change history when we put our mind to it. And if you'll stay with us in these final days, I know we can do it again:
http://my.barackobama.com/speakout
Thank you for making it possible,
President Barack Obama"
And I thought, wow, that was really nice of the POTUS to personally write me a personal email that actually ends with a little box that seems to indicate that The Big O. isn't gonna run for president again because he knows the proverbial poop is gonna hit the fan on account of the fact that he couldn't help but laugh a little when he heard the story of the 16 year old boy in Texas who commandeered the local Wal-Mart intercom system in order to make a special announcement about health care reform:
"Paid for by Organizing for America, a project of the Democratic National Committee -- 430 South Capitol Street SE, Washington, D.C. 20003. This communication is not authorized by any candidate or candidate's committee."
In other news, there is a great commercial for the Catholic Church directly following this important declaration of contrition from Verizon Wireless:
Finally, before I don't apologize for such a crap entry and go absorb some vitamin D, I thought you might like to know that Facebook is more popular than God.
Mwah!
M
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