Cry "owwwwwww" and set loose the dogs of - nah, just the dogs.

It's... a break!

Of course, I had to travel many miles (on foot - can I tell you that New Yorkers were much nicer people when the yuppie assholes were fleeing for the island? - 'cause I never saw anyone snag a cab away from a woman on crutches when I was a kid, much less four in the space of half an hour) to get this information, but I saw Illeana Douglas in the emergency room (also hurt foot, and she's astonishingly pretty) and I can't go to work for the rest of the week.



It's a transverse (I think) fracture of the fifth metatarsal (I think).

Anyway, it looks like holy hell but it only really hurts if I do a lot of running around, which I plan not to do.

Glorioski, I haven't even read the papers yet today...

OHOHOHOHOH

Can I say that in the hospital waiting room I was watching CNN, something I try to avoid when I'm not at the mercy of people who have the discretion to stick sharp objects in me for money, and by the way the orthodox jewish intern and the nice muslim lady nurse were ordering sushi together, but Wolf (vulfie!) was interviewing Mario Cuomo (who he before the commercial break referred to as the mayor of New York) and my man Mario kicked his ass into little itty bitty cubs?

My favorite exchange: Wolf said that Mario's op ed ad in the Times opining that Bush hasn't made the case wasn't, somehow, fair, and Mario said that Bush needs to explain why there's no new news since 2000 about Iraq so if Bush didn't care about it then he has to say what changed and Wolf said that (he kept interrupting, or trying to - Mario's from Queens, you know, we don't interrupt easy ) Bush would say he'd made the case, and Mario smiled like the big bad wolf after oral surgery and a good facial and said "Then he can explain it all in the Times tomorrow and I'll apologize"

The transcript doesn't appear to be up.

In the same show, they had a clip of Ashcroft explaining that good government meant getting everyone who _might be a threat_ off the streets without worrying about fussy old civil rights and the musty dusty constitution.

I (apparently) very much amused a young man who was there to find out why his hearing wasn't so good since the bar fight with a few well chosen words about Mr. Ashcroft, and many more of the other kind, which he apparently wasn't expecting from a fat middle-aged lady in a wheelchair sedately crocheting.