president kennedy loved kids, they say.

john jr., who'd recently been turned on to some preschool slang, walked up to his daddy, pointed at him and smiled and exclaimed "poopoohead!"

john sr. says, with a bemused grin, "john jr, how dare you call the president of the united states a poopoohead!" everyone got a real kick out of it.

that's what i'm learning from watching television right now. the e! true hollywood version of television.

at moments like these, the question begs to be asked: does anyone need to spend the money to make such information digestible?

the answer: it isn't digestible at all. we really don't need to know how kennedy felt about children. it has little bearing over history. if he's remembered for actually doing things specifically for children, then fine, make note of that. but this is a president, and like any world leader, and we should be told of the footprint he made on his nation and the world, no some little backyard memory of mr. pressy laughin with his little boy. all we learn about him then is that "hey, he does things like a normal person would do em!"

do we really wanna hear that? no. everyone has a family life. if we wanna hear about family life, we can go read a biography written on his wife. we wanna hear about the fucked up cold war shit that we're not supposed to know.

i'm looking forward to not having television in my house, which i move into tomorrow. it's only been two months since the picture tube came back to my life after a good year of my desertion from it, and i;m proud to say i still hate it for the most part.

that's what happens when your computer, your television and your stepmom are in the same room.

oh well, at least i've got somethin to rant about today.