Have you ever seen Labyrinth? You know, the 80s movie with David Bowie wearing spandex? Anyway, the girl (Jennifer Connelly) goes into this whole long speech, and the line she always forgets is, "you have no power over me." Do you ever want to say that to someone? And then you think, "oh, but I'd be lying." Or is that just me??

Watching Bernard Goldberg getting irritated with Jon Stewart on The Daily Show is awesome. I'll admit, I'm not a Bernard Goldberg fan, but really, he seems put out at Jon's comments. Though I'll concede that Jon was harsher than usual. At one point Goldberg looked over his back and asked who those people are (the audience). Jon answered that they were people who behind him who, Jon, like the person in front of him, didn't quite understand what Goldberg was talking about (with respect to the culture being more crass while the murder rate was down, drug use amongst teens was down, so what was the correlation to the culture being more crass.) Jon basically told him that he has all these liberals on his book (100 People Who Are Screwing Up America) while there are counterparts on the right who is the same and who aren't included.

Jon criticized the book for so much emphasis on culture rather than government. He said that the people on the list were largely powerless. I may want to check out the book to see who made the book. (I also want to read yesterday's book, Spanking the Donkey.)

Oh. My point. Goldberg looked most upset when he was trying to show the power of works, and was talking about a bigot channel. Jon said that there was - and then he wouldn't name Fox (come one, you know that's where he was going) and instead said NBC (though they do get hit with the all white network) and Goldberg was like, "you little..." and trailed off. He was pissed. It was making me laugh.

So I have a black eye now. I'm not kidding. Luckily, it's not below the eye, it's the eyelid. Which I know from experience is more painful b/c it hurts every time that you blink, but it's also less noticable. I don't get it people. It's SOCCER. Soccer. Really, there is no way that the hospital would believe that I'm not getting beat at home now. I'm covered in bruises in my legs and arms, and now a black eyes. I haven't had a black eye since I was 16 years old. This is a whole fun thing for me. The best part, the guy who gave it to me, his comment? Not "sorry," but "I swing my arms when I kick." Gee, you think?? I totally didn't see that coming. At least when I was 16, I knew when the hits were coming and prepared for them - both physically and emotionally.