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I went to Florida to stay with my family over Thanksgiving, leaving my housemate Annie to feed the cats. Because of an exciting sale, I'd just bought 56 cans of Friskies Tuna and Egg Bits in Sauce, which amounts to 112 servings of gelatinous loaves of red flesh, vertebrae, and yellow globs. Annie likened the sight to "what you'd get if you threw a squirrel in a blender."
Speaking of Bob, please read Bob's First Corporate Blog, Tales From The Dark Side, for Fusion PR. And speaking of Bob's Bridge-playing philosophy professor, he gets a mention in Bob's First Corporate Blog. And, check out Laura's story, Outsiders, Part II: Homophobia in the Halls, for the Association for Supervision and Curriculum Development, because it's still mean streets for gay kids. Pass it on to the educators in your life. But you HAVE to send it within 1 hour! Now.....Make A wish!! I hope you made your wish! Now then, if you send to: 1 person --- your wish will be granted in 1 year; 3 people --- 6 months; 5 people --- 3 months; 6 people --- 1 month; 7 people --- 2 weeks; 8 people --- 1 week; 9 people --- 5 days; 10 people --- 3 days; 12 people --- 2 days; 15 people --- 1 day; If you delete this after you read it, you will have 1 year of bad luck! FLORIDA'S GREAT, WISH YOU WERE HERE! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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November
17, 2006
Breaking News: 1. Michelle
Rodriguez is One of "The Others" - Junkiness/Advocate. 2.
Jesus Christ - Toys For Tots Does About Face On Jesus Dolls, from
Marlz.
This morning I dreamt I took a part-time job with an old man who lived in an apartment attached to our house. He needed help folding newspapers and arranging them in a wooden crate, which I am qualified to do, as 'newspaper girl' was my first job. While I was folding papers, all my friends were in the house drinking wine and watching movies, and occasionally I would pop back in to make sure people were being introduced, that there was enough wine, and that the movie was working (when it wasn't, I discovered the problem was that they were trying to use a squirt gun instead of the remote control. Stupid friends). The folding job was very easy, and I started to suspect the old man was just paying me for company. Then I accidentally let a bunch of turtles into the old man's apartment, and by the time I was leaving the place was filled with all kinds of weird sealife that had stowed away on the turtles: shrimp, some of which were eaten by dogs; giant crawfish, one of which ate a dog; rays, snails, sucker fish, and horseshoe crabs. And then I met the old man's strange granddaughter, who helped me get the ocean out of the apartment. And the old man had one of those chairs on rails that carries people up flights of chairs, except there were no rails, so basically you just floated through his place. That's about it.
So, let's check out the newspaper:
Remember those ten hundred forwarded emails you used to get about John
R. Bolton? Well, that UN-hating schmo was finally appointed ambassador
to the UN, while a man who thinks contraception is "demeaning to women"
was named the new chief of family-planning programs. Of course! "[Eric
Keroack] will oversee $283 million in annual family-planning grants that,
according to HHS, are 'designed to provide access to contraceptive supplies
and information to all who want and need them with priority given to low-income
persons.'" Eric Keroack's non-profit, uh, A Women's Concern, says
"distribution of birth control is demeaning to women, degrading of human
sexuality and adverse to human health and happiness." Bush
Choice for Family-Planning Post Criticized, wapost. Wtf. 
This plot thickens! Remember the dude who was murdered in his gay friends' townhouse? A cooling case picks up again: Man Arrested In Burglary at Site of Slaying. George Michael's Sports Machine goes kaput, after 23 years. From Media Matters, CNN's Beck to first-ever Muslim congressman: "[W]hat I feel like saying is, 'Sir, prove to me that you are not working with our enemies.'"
OHIO STATE/MICHIGAN: Heated Rivalry Now Packing a 1-2 Punch, wapost. The BCS Title Game? Simple as Day and Knight, Wilbon.
The
Lighter Side of Reading...Um, I guess I have to post this: Girl
Poops Pants 
, from Matt, doodifully.
Last night we watched The OC, and I think I'm liking this season. Losing
Mischa Barton meant shedding a lot of melodraboring storylines. And the
linguistically-prodigious Taylor
Townsend
(Autumn Reeser) is the best thing going on. From SLyon, "the
eyebrows of peter gallagher merit their own entry in TWOPs book."
Also from the librarian, Cate
Blanchett Updates her Cable Service, McSweeney's. From RT, Strange
Sisters, an archive of Lesbian Paperback Artwork from the '50s
and '60s. And from Brian's fallow land, Freaky
Baby Hands.
Manic Pop Thrills - Taking the P*ss - this Friday, Marx Cafe.
Les sez, From my partner, The Kaiser:
That's what we used to call those faster than fast jangle chords - think Wedding Present, Unrest, Boyracer, etc. So there's going to be plenty of those and plenty of this month's guest deejay as well: Mr. Scott Seymour. We've stripped down any pretense of a DJ name for him and told him to just, well, be himself.
We're indulging in a red cow motif on this month's flyer - Mr. Flyer Man had what's known as an inspiration. Moo.
WHERE: Marx Cafe, 3203 Mt. Pleasant St, NW
WHEN: Friday, November 17, 2006, from 10 pm to 3 am
NO COVER
Hope to see you all there.
November
16, 2006 - out back, the
other night.
Whose child is this?
Last night Bob sperm donor and I were trying to come up with an idea for a profitable website, because you people don't pay me in money, and because Bob CENSORED BY HOMELAND SECURITY. We came up with a few examples of successes, success being defined as generating cash flow sufficient to quit our jobs. Bob suggested a video site, but that was such a bad idea that the stranger next to us, Bo, had to break in and tell us so. Bo said he checks the Drudge Report everyday, because Drudge has links to everwhere, so he knows he can get anywhere from there. I pointed out that dooce supports herself, her husband, her baby, her dog, and all their therapy with her blog, which is more or less about her husband, her baby, her dog, and their therapy. From these examples Bob decided, "You can either be a portal or a cornhole."
So today's second question is, wouldn't you like to contribute to this here portal/cornhole? Don't you want to see your name, with a flattering photo, up here in pixels and photons? Don't you want to be a regular columnist for a publication read by actual real people every day? I think you do. Please, let's help each other.
Today's third question is, who is this? That's right, it's by brother's first modeling shoot.
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November 15,
2006
Television that's good for running the treadmill: long performances, relatively
uninterruputed. And pretty homo. Like the stuff I've watched the past
three days in a row: Skate
Canada International: Ladies Free; World
Juggling Federation Championships (Olga
takes 7 | Jason
Garfield ); And yesterday, the Women's
U.S. Open 9-ball Championships, where I saw a 7-month pregnant 19-year
old break and run the table.
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"god gave us porno so we could watch young, hot people fuck, and not have to be concerned about their baggage." - Bob, On Hot People Who Are Too Young For You |
Homos: "The developing world is embracing the homos," said Annie, just now, as she sits on the couch drinking ginger tea. Gay Marriage Endorsed in S. Africa, wapost. Mexico: 'SI' to gay civil union, CNN. But not so much among our nation's religious leaders: 3 Christian Groups Move To Condemn Gay Sex, wapost. As Jon Stewart asked last night, "Oh, gays. Is there anything hating you can't solve?"
Values: another Christian plot foiled: Toys for Tots rejects Jesus dolls, SuSubelle. "The idea was for them to be three-dimensional learning tools for kids."
More San Francisco Values, More Piling On: Crying Child Not Included, at Wonkette, from Craigslist, via La Gringa, sent by SSB. SF supes outlaw foam food containers, decriminalize adult pot use. Marlz.
Financial Times: Junkiness says "Have you heard of this awesome
new band? They're called 'Bank of America.' The lead singer is totally
hot. I let him finger me in a ATM on 53rd St." Now
here's a corporate theme song
Meat: Join the vegetarians, and Lower your risk of breast cancer, and for the holidays, feast on delicious frozen Meatless Smoked Turkey Vegetable Protein Roll.
Sporting: I like this dude, Manny Acta, 37, Named Nationals New Manager. You probably haven't heard, but our University of Maryland women's basketball team is top-ranked, and defending the championship: Before the Title Defense, an AD Defended Her Coach, Mike Wise, wapost. "Thirty years ago, there were nine full-time Division I women's college basketball coaches, including Kay Yow. The rest had to teach physical education. For a coaching stipend and their part-time status, they'd recruit and fight for practice time on the main floor with the men's coach. Mostly, they had faith that Title IX would eventually have an impact on their program before an NCAA good ol' boy came up with Title X, which would probably begin, 'Never mind.'"
Entertain Us: Coach is running around every night of the week, down in the District and up in Charm City.
November 14, 2006 - under Key Bridge, Georgetown.
Today's top story can be pleasingly combined with today's Chinese lesson.
1. Perp Chang: BUS = gong gong qi che. "gong gong chee cheh. the 'go' is pronounced like in go."
2. Annie: 54 bus horror stories--I win
"this morning on my bus ride down 14th street a lady totally died. ain't lyin'...she was old and just sorta stopped breathing (there was some pukey/bile stuff)....the lady sitting next to her had it rough (trapped between a window that wouldn't open and the dead lady)."
3. Stuff
"At least they did in the late 90's when they were hired by Seagrams
(Makers of those fine wine coolers) to make a coporate video extolling
the virtues of MCA/Universal, which at the time they had just bought.
This was a few years before South Park, and the bosses at Seagrams were
not to happy with the video, so it was supposedly never used. Now thanks
to the wonders of the Internet, it can finally be seen after all these
years. Enjoy."4. Brian Minter, Best Week Ever.
5. Edward writes from the field: "Forgot my blaze orange today."
November 13, 2006.
Change is hard.
November 11, 2006.
indexed, dropped by.
The Sacrum Sisters, Touching the Void, with appearances by some people you know.
Mehlman: Gay, Unemployed. CNN: Pussies. CENSORED BY CNN: BILL MAHER SUGGESTS RNC CHAIR MEHLMAN IS GAY....
Borat, from Shauna: Humiliated frat boys sue over 'Borat' portrayal "oh! it's so sad that these poor frat boys feel humiliated! everyone saw what racist, woman-hating little fucks they are and now they can't get jobs. haw haw! aw, they were drunk. but wait! in frat world doesn't that mean it's all their fault?" Edward adds that he was certain that part of the film was scripted, so perfectly stupid were these men.
HK's Hell Yeah of the Day™ comes from Annie, Subject: romantic love. "i fault this article for it's total hetero-ness and for using the term 'marriage' when it applies to anyone stranded on monogamous love-couple island. but aside from that it's totally awesome. if nothing else, take away from it that we should all cut back our hours and embrace our friendships victorian matron-style--kissing, hugging and pouring out our innermost thoughts." Too Close for Comfort, nytimes.
November 10, 2006.
Still rearranging the furniture, and accidentally went retro. I'll get it figured out eventually.
More later.
November 8, 2006
Ohio! "Blackwell loses, and it wasn't even close."
Nancy Pelosi! "in position to become first female speaker of the House."
Republicans! Sucking to the end. "At least six chartered buses carried mostly poor, black men from as far as Philadelphia to hand out inaccurate voter guides in Baltimore and Prince George's County yesterday as part of an effort by backers of Gov. Robert L. Ehrlich Jr. and U.S. Senate candidate Michael S. Steele to woo black voters."
November 7, 2006
For four months when I was 18 I lived in Ohio Stadium. The stadium is nicknamed The Horseshoe, because once upon a time people were reminded of a horse's shoe when confronted with a U-shape.
The Horseshoe used to have a dorm inside it, called the Stadium Scholarship Cooperative Dormitory. "Scholarship" meant poor kids with good grades, and "Cooperative" meant we all had chore-like jobs. "Dormitory" is probably better than you are imagining it, but my friends were sentenced to much worse digs. Ohio State truly had some shitty dorms.
So I lived in a small room with a ROTC girl and a model. The ROTC girl had an illiterate boyfriend back home, and the model was pretty, and I was me, a person who would soon be dismissed from the dorm, mainly because I was an idiot.
Students were allowed to purchase season tickets for the Buckeyes games, which no student I knew could afford not to sell. This is why I never went to a game. But I did once break into the stadium with my friends Dana and Tessie, and we spent the night on top of that tower there on the left.
In two weeks The
Game is happening at Ohio Stadium, and it will be EVEN BIGGER than
usual, because this year Ohio State and Michigan are ranked #1 and #2.
That matchup rarely occurs in the regular season in college football,
and it sure doesn't happen often that those teams are these teams.
So, I call my dad tonight, because I wanted to know, "What are you doing for the game?" And he goes, "Oh, I'm covering it," all fakey nonchalantly, which means he'll be down on the sidelines in a giant scrum of photographers in their mesh-pocketed vests with bags and fancy lenses, jostling for shots and trying not get crushed by stampeding, brightly frocked giant men. How awesome is that? Here's a photo my dad got of WR Ted Ginn from the game in 2004, and here's a great pic he took of QB Troy Smith, living the dream.
And while we're on the subject of phone calls I made to my family (thanks for asking), last night I called my grandma, who told me that there's a constitutional amendment to Protect Marriage on her ballot in South Carolina. She said they'd discussed the issue on Sunday at Bible study, and she was glad they had, because with the way it is worded she would have voted the wrong way. "It's just not fair," says she. And that's what I think of whenever someone says something dismissive about the heartland: do not underestimate Midwestern grandmas! (Who moved to the South!) Those people were Democrats long before you got your first angry bumper sticker.
HAPPY ELECTION DAY!
November 5, 2006.
So, I spent a few hours screwing up the site, and now I'm too tired to fix it. But this is Hi's Variety (Almost Everything Store), located in Fell's Point, Baltimore. I was going to write about it, but someone already did.
This morning I had a dream about a website for my housemate Annie, who is an economist with a mullet. An excellent, self-created grey and black mullet, which is an uncommon look in the economist community (according to Annie). In my dream her site was called economistslikeus.com, and it had a picture of Annie, and it was about whatever it is that economists are interested in, but from the perspective of an economist with cool hair. I believe it had a column called Ask Annie! When I got down to the kitchen this morning I started telling her about the dream, but then felt stupid because it wasn't much of an idea. And yet here I am telling it.
In related news, Sweet Action Skate Club Marissa has yet another ball in the air, this one called taco/birthday cake.
Since August 21, 2002.
In the spirit of quitting things this week I thought about quitting the site, but, I'm finding it's very hard to kill something you made yourself, now matter how ugly or dumb it is. And that's how we all survived to adulthood. I even made a little tombstone to mark the passing of HK, but scrapped the whole idea once I noticed that I'd misspelled November. That's how committed I am to even quitting things. Honestly, I don't know how I've accomplished anything in my life.
I'm watching Borat talk to Jon Stewart on the Daily Show right now, which is being shot at Ohio State, a confluence of things that should make me feel good. And it does. So does this. Oh, and another reason I couldn't quite put the cat out to pasture is this note from Ed, and also its accompanying illustration.
My work has unblocked your site! Hooray!
Although I accidentally emailed my boss and told her instead of you
So it might not be unblocked for very long
Woops
11.03.06 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERMAN! Former Emerson House German subletter Christina Pott is in India. She met Nick in Berlin last summer, and sent him a bunch of photos. This one wasn't captioned in English, but it's called Blick vom Hotel, which I like. Blick.
In other former housemate news, lookit Lauren's new clavicle.
Performance
Art: Last night a few of us saw The Places at the Red and the Black,
one of the new H street conglomerate. The Places seem to be one woman,
Amy Annelle, who plays hard, and loud, and weird. She was awesome to watch.
But there's no point to me writing about it. Go check out iff (who I finally
met in person). Yesterday he had a Q&A
with Amy, and he'll surely review the show today.
Election Day Nearing: Constance says, "have you heard this shiz?
Someone played this
Vernon Robinson radio spot 
in class today. Robinson's a black Republican running in NC's 13th against
a popular Democratic incumbent." From Marlz, you have to watch this
whole video . it's sherrod brown supporters
making an ASS of mike dewine. ahhh, his days are numbered..." The case
for impeachment: Pelosi's
perplexing pledge. And the latest from the hypocrisy/theocracy beat,
another
Evangelical takes it up the butt. Pretty good: Say
No To Amendment 43 Television Ad
From my grandma: O lny srmat poelpe can raed tihs.
cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy.
it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs psas it on !!
11.01.06
- Ohio yet again, with Perp Chang.
Today's English Lesson: Last night we got a spiderman, a doctor,
a purple witch, a spider witch, and a drunk who said "Hey...let me ask
you a question....you got a cold one?" which mushed out of his
mouth as one unified sound, "koln?" All together now: koln? Very
efficient. Article, adjective and noun in one tidy package. I think that's
how German works. That guy could've used a Gesundheitswiederherstellungszusammenmischungsverhaeltniskundiger
this morning.
Today's Chinese Lesson
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Dave on the candy beat: What the hell is nougat?
Nougat is a confectionery made with sugar or honey, roasted nuts (almonds, walnuts, pistachios or hazelnuts are common) and sometimes chopped, like candied fruit. The consistency of nougat can range from chewy to hard depending on its composition.
There are two basic kinds of nougat: white and brown. White nougat is made with beaten egg white and is soft, whereas brown nougat is made with caramelized sugar and has a firmer texture.
The so-called nougat found in many modern candy
bars is not very similar to traditional nougat recipes, being a mixture
of sucrose
and corn
syrup aerated with a whipping agent such as egg
white or hydrolyzed soya
protein. It may also have vegetable
fats, milk
powder and nuts added. Milky
Way, Snickers,
3
Musketeers, and Baby
Ruth all have different types of nougat.
- Wikipedia
Roundup:
10.31.06 - Subject: Halloween Fright. From Jules (of my dad and Jules). "Check this photo out. I took it yesterday outside of Danville in the tiny town of Millwood (knox county) on the way to my folks house."
bob: how's your afternoon playing out?
me: poor me (extended bitching)
bob: perhaps this will help. john kerry exhibits balls, three years too late:
"I'm not going to be lectured by a stuffed-suit White House mouthpiece standing behind a podium, or doughy Rush Limbaugh, who no doubt today will take a break from belittling Michael J. Fox's Parkinson's disease to start lying about me just as they have lied about Iraq," Mr. Kerry went on. "It disgusts me that these Republican hacks, who have never worn the uniform of our country lie and distort so blatantly and carelessly about those who have."
me: did he just say that? where? when?
bob: speaking to high school students, kerry told them to study or they'd end up in iraq. that was, of course, attacked. this is part of his defense of the statement.
. Ok, that wasn't even half of everything. But that's enough for today. I leave you with another Ohio picture: the trailer at the rest stop on the way to Columbus. Free coffee worth every penny. By Erik.
10.30.06 - Scrapbook photos by Edward.
10.26.06
- Flyer by Coach
What does a smart and experienced hiker do the day before embarking on
a strenuous climb? Nothing that I'm doing today. Including purchasing
new leather boots. But, I walked across the street a bit ago to check
out the outfitter over there, and lo! there were my old boots, revirginized,
and at 40% off! They had only one pair left....and they were in MY SIZE.
And as I was checking out, the counterman told me that Vasque had discontinued
my
boot, because it's now too expensive to make the boot in Italy, so
Vasque's moved their operations to China, and boots like MINE, for some
reason, must be made in Italy.
Obviously I had to buy them. Once upon a time, when I lived in Washington the state, I wore these boots every day. Now, I haven't owned a pair of hiking boots since I moved to DC, one hundred years ago. I haven't needed them. Which is my own fault.
Anyway, tomorrow Ed, Anisha, Dave and I are going to climb Old Rag Summit Ridge Trail. I'm going to wear my new boots, but I'm going to bring sneakers. Wish us luck.
10.23.06
- The Tall and Uncut. No Filler edition.
Funnies:
I pulled out The Gallery of Regrettable Foods this weekend (see
here) by Mr. James Lileks, who possesses the rarest of qualities in
a conservative: funniness. This morning Slyon sent this with a command
to post it immediately: Lileks:
Interior Desecrations. I also just found this in the gallery -
please read it to the end: The
Other Other White Meat.
Pictures: This weekend the NYC crew came down for 1. Ye Olde Maryland Renaissance Festival, where Katie learned she was a knife thrower in a previous life, and 2. Emerson House Wrestling, Dancing, and Punching Party. Brian says, "in case you are wondering if the recent trip to dc was super fun, please consult the photographic evidence." Troy adds, "I'm afraid we also have photographic evidence of the awesome: Album 9 and Album 10." Meredith Bragg snarkily replies, "So correct me if I am wrong, but from these pictures it seems I missed (a) Jimmy drunk, (b) Katie flicking people off, and (c) Brian dressing up like a ninja. Man do I miss college..."
Moving
Pictures: I posted this a while back but never got around to watching
it. Now that I have, I must insist you do, too. I looove Ross
the Weatherman , from Xo. And please
watch this cat do this thing: A
liquid cat! from Underblog. AND definitely
watch THIS, a few times: Weird
Al's White & Nerdy , from Jimi.
Old Stuff: from the resident librarian: By the People, For the People: Posters from the WPA, 1936-1943. At The Library of Congress, an army of scanners are saving ephemera for you: This could take months to get though. From the massive collection, SLyon also found this: THE ART OF MAKING WHISKY.
Scraps of Newsiness: from Seattle Brian on the beastiality beat, i know how much you two like dogs... San Francisco treat Marlzipan brings the amnesia. Amnesia that is sometimes accompanied by sudden travel. And straight outta Bethesda, Bob sends "unifying theories to brighten your afternoon." The Universe on a String.
10.20.06
Captain Jack, whom we haven't seen in a while, is the star of the day
today. Firstly, because she posted some of her creepy ambient computery
music on myspace: Mansard.
Secondly, because her neighbor was busted
by the Secret Service in the middle of the night. But mostly, very
mostly, because she and her girl MET
JOAN JETT TUESDAY NIGHT. Yow, that's hot! Check out the labrys
sticker on her car door.
CHINESE LESSON WEEK IN REVIEW
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jie fang |
to liberate |
jyeah fong |
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jia-you hou-zi |
rally monkey |
jeeyah yo ho jzih |
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hua shen jiang |
peanut butter |
hwa shen jee-ong |
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wu-guei |
turtle |
woo gway |
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yao |
want |
yow |
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qiang bi |
firing squad |
chee-ong bee |
Deep Thoughts from yesterday:
1. Last night I was worrying aloud about my worsening carpal tunnel to my friend Marci, a labor and delivery nurse. She had just finished telling me about a shaky baby she coaxed out yesterday while the mother was on PCP. Marci then asked me if PCP is like acid -- No. Then Marci said that her carpal tunnel is pretty bad, too, mainly because during a delivery she might HAVE HER HAND IN A WOMAN FOR TWO HOURS.
2. I feed two feral cats, Peanut Butter and The Grey One. The Grey One eats with her hands. Is she evolving?
3. I don't use an alarm clock, and this morning I think I made an important discovery. When I wake up at about 7:56 every day, the catalyst seems to be a little burst of adrenaline or something definitely physical, like, when you get nervous real quick, and your body gets kind of in ALERT mode, and I think I figured out this morning that that is the thing that the brain is using to get the self out of bed.
I also have a twenty-minute snooze feature.
Animal Friday, by Archeologist Edward:
I found this guy yesterday.
"Although rarely seen due to their very brief (1 week) adult lives, Luna moths are considered common. As with all Saturniidae, the adults do not eat or have mouths. They emerge as adults solely to mate, and as such, only live approximately one week."
Pretty crazy. It would suck to be born without a mouth because you only need to live long enough to pet the bunny one time.
10.19.06
- nasty mast c/o Sherman.
MUUUUUURDER: Katrina
survival story ends in grisly killing, suicide. "A woman who identified
herself as Priestess Miriam Chamani in the Voodoo Spiritual Temple and
Cultural Center below the apartment said the couple had recently moved
in. 'You never know what's going on in people's minds,' she said, incense
wafting onto the sidewalk from her shop." From Bob, who adds, "because
i know she enjoys trashy tales of true crime, i sent this article to your
mother as well."
'Tis the season. Annie says, "holy crap! i haven't even read this yet, but i'm SURE you should post it: Good Girls Go Bad, for a Day, nytimes. About my least favorite Halloween "costume," the Sexy ____. And today marks the one and only mention herein of this guy. "The trend is so pervasive it has been written about by college students in campus newspapers, and Carlos Mencia, the comedian, jokes that Halloween should now be called Dress-Like-a-Whore Day."
From S.Lyon, "thoughtful commentary on runway finale," The Bold and the Beautiful, ew.com. I think we've all more or less come to peace with Jeffrey's win. He needed it more than the others, and everyone did fine, except for Michael Urban Jungle. Here are some funny, some drunk, some unflattering, and woah! Lookit Austin Scarlet! photos from the afterparty. You can see all the PR designs at New York Magazine: Project Runway Designers. Hey, cute Uli's name is Ulrike. Also, sniff, Tim Gunn is "resigned to" being "very single".
My work is offering $10K bonuses for referrals leading to the hire of people with the following skills:
So step right up.
10.18.06 - Cocaine font, from Bob.
constancechang:
jia-you hou-zi = rally monkey
me:
jia-you houzie
constancechang:
phonetically, jeeyah yo (as in Yo! MTV raps) ho (as in santa claus) jzih
literally, hou-zi is monkey but jia-you is "add gas"
it's what you yell in a race when you want to cheer someone on to go faster
IKEA COMMERCIAL, obviously not for America: Tidy
Up , from Bova.
MUSIC: Please go check out Portland, 1999-2004: From Indie to Pop at El Popo, via iff. There's an insider little essay about Mirah and Phil Elvrum and the like, with a whole bunch of rare Mirah, Microphones, The Blow stuff. It annoys me that Mirah isn't better known.
GOP Follies: Not content to turn to crap everything terrestrial, Bush has to go and fuck up outer space, too: Bush Sets Defense As Space Priority. The only people who care to defend the space program these days are fools like me, who say, go ahead and throw billions at NASA for science and exploration for its own sake. Manned Mars missions and Star Wars are for babies. Sex Talk Dominates N.C. Election Debate, from Marla. "Vernon Robinson, who has run a series of brash advertisements about the two-term Democratic congressman, charged that Miller wants to import homosexuals to the United States and supported scientific studies that would pay teenage girls to watch pornography." Tyson Ready to Enter The Ring for Steele, from Bob who says, "who hoo. keep those endorsements for ohio republicans coming, iron mike," and Shauna (jinx!): Tyson serious about fighting women on 'World Tour'. From San Fran, Gay Congressman's Spouse Denied Benefits. Also, someone outs Larry Craig (R), but his deep throats remain anonymous: mike rogers outs senator larry craig , from Marlz.
BEST HIRE OF THE WEEK: From the Washington Post: "In other news, the Nationals have hired Bill Singer, a former scout with Arizona and the New York Mets, to serve as a scout in Asia, Diamondbacks officials confirmed yesterday. Singer, who worked with Nationals Vice President of Baseball Operations Mike Rizzo in Arizona, is perhaps best known as the man who was fired by the Mets after an incident at the 2003 general managers' meetings in which he mocked the Chinese heritage of Dodgers assistant GM Kim Ng. He was hired by the Diamondbacks in February."
MAIL BEG:
parker vs. otter
From Brian MinterI too disagree vehemently with Edward's unkind remarks about his own niece. However, I would be remiss in my professional duties as a detective if I did not point out the ucanny similarities in the two attached photographs.
Sincerely,
Brian Minter
Detective-at-law
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10.17.06
- 300,000,000 served.
Thought for the day, from Annie: Diffusion
of Responsibility and how it explains all those dishes in the
sink.
Sight for the day, from Brian: the
sickest thing for your chinese skeleton blogging needs....
Chinese
lesson for the day, from Perp Chang, say it with me: "Wu-guei yao
qiang bi katherine harris." Phonetically, "WOOgway yow chee-ong bee ahtch."
The Post weighs in on Finger Length issue, but doesn't add much: Finger Forecasts. Though I did learn some new butch/femme terminology. Low 2D:4D = girljock.
At right, manly men, Sunday, Shyam's wedding -- >
The Marlz & Bob Corner:
Astrologists go the way of lightboards and picas: The interweb delivers a machine that can make your chart in seconds! From Xo, ASTROLABE. Check out my personal sardine pizza below.
10.16.06 - Saturday at Cedar Falls, Hocking Hills State Park, Ohio.
Let's get this show on the road. First, to the Mail Beg.
1. Regarding last Thursday's post, wherein Edward sent an "ugly" photo of his baby niece Parker, James writes:
Subject: ugly uncle
Dear Ms. Miller,Parker would like you to know that her Uncle Edward's house is made of brittle glass.
courage,
James
2. Special Correspondent Shauna says, "this is the best thing ever invented,"
The Nietzsche Family Circus.
3. Western stringer Ranger Ted says, "here's my brother Joel's photojournal
of his trip out here this summer. The lady in the photos is his girlfriend
Patricia." Let's
visit MONTOMING.
4. Children's librarian S.Lyon has a party game for you. "One wonders why this ever fell out of fashion."
Quoted from Games from Long Ago, by Bobbie Kalman
Silly Parlor Games
Pinch, No Smiling
Pinch, No Smiling, was a parlor game that tested self-control. To play Pinch, No Smiling, everyone sits in a circle. One by one, each player turns to a neighbor and pinches his or her nose. The first player to smile or laugh has to pay a forfeit such as jewelry or a favorite toy. (Sarah's note: or an item of clothing?!)After everyone in the circle has been pinched, all the losers must "pay" to get their forfeits back. The wheeling and dealing is as fun as the actual game. A player buys back his or her forfeit by performing a silly trick, such as acting like an animal, hopping around the room on one foot, or staying perfectly still and silent for a period of time. The winners of the game decide what the losers must do.
Sadist Victorians.
My favorite story of the week, from Bob....
Science keeps proving acid right: Friends for Life: An Emerging Biology of Emotional Healing, nytimes. "The most significant finding was the discovery of 'mirror neurons,' a widely dispersed class of brain cells that operate like neural WiFi. Mirror neurons track the emotional flow, movement and even intentions of the person we are with, and replicate this sensed state in our own brain by stirring in our brain the same areas active in the other person.
"Mirror neurons offer a neural mechanism that explains emotional contagion, the tendency of one person to catch the feelings of another, particularly if strongly expressed. This brain-to-brain link may also account for feelings of rapport, which research finds depend in part on extremely rapid synchronization of people’s posture, vocal pacing and movements as they interact. In short, these brain cells seem to allow the interpersonal orchestration of shifts in physiology."
Here are a few photos from the weekend in Ohio
10.12.06
- Last night. Photos by Shauna,
caption by Brian, gangbang by Jessica. Beer by Miller. And there's Dave.
Monday was Columbus Day, and tomorrow we
go to Columbus. So it is sensible time to post this essay by Dana.
by Danar King
Christopher Columbus, explorer and continental pioneer of genocide and colonization, was honored once again this week with a national holiday. I had the day off work and celebrated by reflecting on the fact that my home city of Columbus, Ohio was named after him, looking up his atrocities on Wikipedia, and cleaning out my bedroom closet. I attempted to exact some tyrannical justice on a hideous Miller Lite sweatshirt and a number of ill-fitting jeans. Some unmatched socks barely escaped acts of mutilation. Columbus probably would have thought I went easy on the offending socks, since he once punished a man who stole corn by having his nose and ears cut off and then selling the guy into slavery.
Columbus, Ohio was founded specifically to be the capital city of the state. My initial suspicion was that naming it "Columbus" was a shameless attempt to be mentioned in the national media at least once a year on Columbus Day. This is probably not true. Columbus Day became a formal national holiday long after the founding of the city and a total of 17 states contain towns named "Columbus." (There are even more places named after Columbus - anything called "Columbia" is suspect as well.) Recently, both the Ohio city and the man have not been known for getting much positive, national attention. The city is now known as the epicenter of voter registration lawsuits and election-stealing conspiracy theories. Before 2004, the city was known more for things like being a good product test market.
Despite anything that Christopher Columbus and Columbus, OH may have in common, the bond is not tight enough for most people who live there to get the day off work. During the years that I held a number of unpleasant jobs there, I invariably had to work on Columbus Day. (Not so on the east coast!) Could this be because the mega-churches have slowly surrounded the city, convincing Columbusites once again that the earth is flat?
In fact not many people believed that the earth was flat when Columbus was making his case to sail west from Spain to Asia. He had trouble getting the funding because people believed, correctly, that sailing directly west to Asia would be too long a journey to survive. Columbus ran into North America like other explorers before him, brutally colonized it unlike those previous explorers, and never wavered in his belief that he'd indeed reached Asia. Unfortunately, there are a number of Ohioans and other Americans today, who carry on his legacy of absurd beliefs in the face of strong opposing evidence. It might help if we ALL could get a work holiday to vent our frustrations on unruly closets. Maybe one day, fewer of us will work that day and the holiday will honor someone else. Garrison Keillor has a hilarious suggestion.
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10.11.06
Last night Dave, Maegan, Shauna and I went to Palace
of Wonders for their Tuesday event, FEMALE ARM WRESTLING NIGHT.
What an excellent idea. They have a proper arm wrestling table, an MC
who Dave called "a sasspot," a hot bartender/officiant, a compelling
cast of competitors, and an occasionally raucous crowd. Show up tonight
for Tacos/Dave's birthday, where we will have a rassle-off to determine
our hood's representative for next week.
How
this front page headline warms my heart: 'Values'
Decline As Issue In Ohio, wapost. "COLUMBUS, Ohio -- Two years
ago, Ohio Secretary of State J. Kenneth Blackwell was a driving force
in the triumphant campaign for a state constitutional amendment to outlaw
same-sex marriage. That helped cause a surge in turnout of 'values voters,'
who helped deliver this pivotal state to President Bush's successful reelection
effort." This time, he's trailing the Democratic challenger by double
digits.
My dad's covered some of Blackwell's stumping (I don't know how he does it), and he's a scary preacher type. "An experienced and articulate politician, he is given to quoting Scripture on the campaign trail and is unambiguous about his opposition to abortion and same-sex marriage. 'I don't know how many of you have a farming background, but I can tell you right now that notion even defies barnyard logic,' Blackwell has said of same-sex marriage."
The logic of the barnyard. Ok, next story: She's a Warrior: H.D. Woodson's Wide Receivers Coach Is Breaking Football Taboos wapost. DC Divas receiver coaches boys. Good for Woodson.
Another Crazy Bozeman: from Marla, via a Carrie, who says. "This
actually happened, at the debate last night." Serious
Senate Candidate
Photos of little creatures: From Blair, the world's smallest horse, and Edward calling his own niece ugly baby. From Marla, No Parking.
10.10.06pm
Please enjoy these ridiculously cute pictures of housemate Anisha. Eeeeeeeeee!
10.10.06
cg of faux pas productions,
touring with Kaki
King, sends this picture from
Salt Lake City.
Speaking
of cg and faux pas, I urge you to go buy Chris Pureka's new record, Dryland
.
That is five tears in your beers, rated with my brand new rating system.
When you heard that Google's buying Youtube for $1.65 billion, you thought, some kids hit the jackpot. Here are those little shits. And finally some good news, Republicans are about to lose a bunch of seats in the House. And maybe, just maybe...."It's possible that the Mark Foley scandal could finally end the phony, trumped-up 'culture war' that the Republican Party has so expertly exploited all these years." 'Values' Choice for The GOP, wapost.
I'd like to congratulate Edward and Marla who, despite living on opposite coasts, both sent me this story: Developer of rectal treatment for hiccups earns distinction, within five minutes of each other, and with roughly the same accompanying remark.
Marci would like you to know that a colorful bird has been found in Columbia.
Oscar:
10.05.06-
Happy birthday, Bongz.
I'll start today like I start so many days, with a general apology. Sorry
if last night I a) shouted at you, b) said dumb things, or c) made you
watch this spider movie .
I was excited, you see, because I made it with my new camera. My new camera
has several useful features, the best of which is that I haven't lost
it yet. It also has a microphone, so as you watch the spider you can also
hear the sound of I-395, around 6:45 last night, as I whiled away the
time waiting to pick up my housemate from the airport.
The freeway was backed up, as usual, this being northern Virginia, where people come to waste their lives sitting still in traffic twice a day. But it was more backed up than usual, thanks to the broken down truck of a man towing a boat named, "It Ain't Easy."
What else did I do last night? I bought twenty cans of cat food on sale. I was told by the cashier that I "favor Ellen." I sat in my car in the "Cell Phone Waiting Area," bringing to three the total "Cell Phone Waiting Areas" my cellphone has now waited in. I hope this new restriction upon my movement makes the nation safe from terrorists. Now that terrorists are allowed to drive up to the terminal for "Immediate Pickup Only - No Standing," they will no longer be able to bomb airports from the pickup lane, like they've never, ever done, but if they were ever to try, they'll now have slightly less time to run from their exploding cars. Safety is Joy.
10.04.06
- Ed picks up trash, sends
me a photo.
I set a personal best yesterday in the posting pictures of myself event.
Let us quickly fill this space with anything else.
Library News:
Death and Romance News:
Los Deportes:
2 Songs:
10.03.06
- Shauna manages to persuade Ms. Bechdel to sign a first edition copy
of Flying, by Kate Millet.
Last night we went to see Alison Bechdel at Politics & Prose. She
read from her most recent (super awesome) book, Fun Home, the best-selling
memoir that's been reviewed by everyone.
To help clarify the difference in work ethic between a successful genius
like Ms. Bechdel, and someone like me, she even managed to update her
blog before I did. If you look here,
you can see Kale, Xoch and Shelly sitting in the back. I was way early
and in the front row, as usual.
Alison
read the first chapter of the book, accompanied by slides of each panel.
It looked like this. It was
nice to be read to. Later she described, with illustrations, her exceedingly
deliberate drawing and lettering process. She called herself a "method
cartoonist," and said she has a hard time drawing something she can't
see. To that end, she makes frequent use of the Great Google Image Search
(showing us how she found the exact view from a New York rooftop she used
for a scene that occurred when she was 15). She also uses herself as a
model for her drawings, and told us that almost every figure in every
panel of the book was drawn from a picture she took of herself for that
purpose. Isn't that wild? It was easy to understand how the book took
7 years to complete. She then skillfully handled the Q&A, which usually
makes me so uncomfortable I have to leave the room.
Anyway, the whole experience was a much needed shot of brilliance and sincerity and homopositivity. As Annie wrote this morning, "last night was so awesome. i wanna do something wonderful with my life." That's how I feel, too.
Here are some photos by Annie, and a screenshot I took from Amazon. Also, 10 Questions with Alison Bechdel.
Me, nervous. I asked her if she felt personally responsible for the failure
of Toni and Clarice.
Dumb question. And yes, that is a comic in my pocket.
From the book
Me and Shauna, with the light reading.
10.02.06
On Saturday night, Ed and I went to the Motley Crue/Aerosmith concert,
as you can see here. Soon
I will post the most fabulous update in all of history. But first, I have
to do a crapload of work. So, later.
09.29.06
- Me and the Schwenker
sisters rock the house.
This is good. From the Huffington Post and Gawker and Jon Stewart: Jon
Stewart Rips Newsweek: Not Enough Afghanistan, Vaginas. "Last
night on 'The Daily Show' Jon Stewart joined the pile-up on Newsweek this
week,thanks to the decision to replace its cover on "Losing 
Afghanistan"
— seen on Newsweek's international edition around the world —
in favor of a cover story on celebrity photographer Annie Leibovitz. In
addition to protecting readers from the harsh realities of the war in
Afghanistan, Newsweek also drew fire for protecting them from the harsh
realities of Leibovitz's relationship with Susan Sontag, characterizing
their long-term same-sex yes-that-means-lesbian partnership as being "close."
Finger-length/Lesbianism Story Revived. You may recall May 21, 2003, when this site was mourning the demise of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and pretending to employ a kitten to answer reader emails. Those were the salad days. You may also recall that we discussed a study which seemed to determine that the ring fingers of lesbians tended to be longer than our pointer fingers, while the ring fingers of our dear, straight sisters tended to be shorter than their pointer fingers. This study was mostly supported by informal bar and porch surveys at the time. Now, there is a new study that says essentially the same thing: Finger length linked to female sporting potential, Reuters. Thanks to Marla for the links.
Speaking of gay, look at Edward and Nick.
Xoch sent me some good music. "Rolled
and Tumbled by Rosalie Hill,
Vocals and Guitar Recorded in the home of Fred McDowell in Como Mississippi,
Sept, 23, 1959 - she learned blues music from her father Sid Hemphill
who was blind and her aunt Jesse Mae...two heavy hitters within delta
blues...her voice is amazing and she has the guitar chops to prove it....she
was unlike other blues ladies cause she played solo and with out the accompainment
of male musicians at her side."
Jobs:
by Don Lennon. From IFF.Movies
from Coach.
, from Xoch.
,
by James.
More later.
09.26.06 - An update for your quiet evening at home.
Edward has written me about his new favorite musical artist that we were discussing the other day.
here's some stuff about my new favorite musical artist that we were discussing
the other day
his name is matthew herbert
these days he just goes by herbert
although he has released things under a few other names
anyway...here's his musical contract with himself:
(from pitchfork)
...he's developed a ten-point manifesto outlining his Personal Contract for the Composition of Music (PCCOM) that succinctly incorporates his Manifesto of Mistakes. Important PCCOM doctrinal points are as follows:
Only sounds that are generated at the start of the compositional process or taken from the artist's own previously unused archive are available for sampling. The use of, ordering and manipulation of noise-sound/found-sound is to be held as the highest priority in composition. (tenet 2)
The sampling of other people's music is forbidden. (tenet 3)No replication of traditional acoustic instruments is allowed where the financial and physical possibility of using the real ones exists. (tenet 4)
The inclusion, development, propagation, existence, replication, acknowledgement, patterns and beauty of what are commonly known as accidents, is encouraged. Furthermore, they have equal rights within the composition as deliberate, conscious, or premeditated compositional actions or decisions. (tenet 5)
In restricting the sampling of other music, tenet 3 compels Herbert to originality; tenet 4 prioritizes the sonic aura that acoustic instruments lose when crudely digitized; and tenet 5 acknowledges that unintended sounds may be essential emergent properties of the creative process. In tenet 5, Herbert doesn't go as far as William Burroughs did in explaining that his cut-ups and novels were the pressures of a demon external to him. So we know that while Herbert may be a wee bit Benedictine in his rules, he's not a paranoid conspiracy junkie nut. And on the clear evidence of Bodily Functions, these rules have gamely assisted Herbert and his collaborators to realize an undeniably beautiful artwork.
and here's the first track Something
Isn't Right from his
latest album Scale. here's
the words...
these are good too...
Pitchfork
Review of Scale
Pitchfork
Interview: Matthew Herbert
Yesterday, I read in housemate Les's issue of Star that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie had bought three of Banksy's paintings at Banksy's fancy art show in LA. So I was searching the web for the story to link, but all I could find were reposted photos of Brad and Angelina outside the gallery, hustling between SUV and velvet rope, which is an odd way to live, and some people arguing about whether the painted elephant was clever or cruel or stupid. But the Star spread was funny, and showed the pieces they bought, so I had to go scan the stupid magazine, after I wrestled it away from Edward. Thirty minutes just to say, look at this. Click for big.
Thanks Bova, Zulkey, Shauna, BWA, Ranger Ted, and Coach for Today's Specials.
09.25.06
File this under another thing no one else cares about....Math isn't
my forte, but I'm pretty sure this traffic stat is kind of weird. In three
and a half years, this page's total visitor numbers are almost exactly
the same for Saturday and Sunday. That's weird, right? Just FOUR more
people TOTAL on Saturday, in 60 months?
Counting since: 31 March 2003 / 15:06
Unique Visitors:
Saturday 12039 6.83%
Sunday 12035 6.83%
Clinton v. Wallace
Smackdown! on YouTube. The cowards at
Fox News, of course, never posted the whole video, but instead ran their
own interview with Wallace talking about what a good interview
he got. Clinton: "So you did Fox's bidding on this show. You did
your nice little conservative hit job on me," he said to Wallace,
occasionally tapping on Wallace's notes for emphasis. "I want to
know how many people in the Bush administration you asked this question
of? And you've got that little smirk on your face and you think you're
so clever. But I had responsibility for trying to protect this country."
From CNN.
Full transcript at Think
Progress, from Annie.
Ed says, "here's some grasshoppers going at it. they totally didn't care that i was taking their picture."
Republican beatdown, continued...Teammates: Allen used "N-word" in college, Salon, from Marla. "[George] Allen said he came to Virginia because he wanted to play football in a place where 'blacks knew their place,'" said Dr. Ken Shelton, a white radiologist in North Carolina who played tight end for the University of Virginia football team when Allen was quarterback.
"THIS is not the salad of my people!" But I guess this is the milk of my people. From Deb D.
Archeology Monday, starring house archeologist, Edward, whose job it was last week to take pictures of an old rock shelter. He says,
"here i am in the rock shelter
it's like a mini cave...sort of
some dead natives and their stone tools were found in there
and someone carved 1912 in one of the rocks
probably in 1912
09.22.06
I am probably the only person in town who cares about this, but the Washington
Nationals have just made Columbus, Ohio the home for their AAA club. Meaning
the Columbus
Clippers, the team I grew up with, are now the top minor league affiliate
of my new home team, and no longer of the New York Yankees, who naturally,
we dislike.
If you've known me for, let's say, six months, then at some point you've heard me go on and on about the fabulous old Ohio Penitentiary, how breaking into it still ranks among my finest achievements (I am an underachiever), and how terrible it was when the city decided to demolish it. And while no amount of downtown revitalization can make up for that shitty decision, the fact that they're building the Clippers a new ballpark at that site helps ever so slightly.
Speaking of old stuff in our home towns that we love and hate to see go, that's another photo up there of the Keith-Albee theather, in Huntington, WV. Bob was supposed to write a little bit about it for me, but he keeps not doing that.
Pictured at right is "Old Sparky." By the time I got into the Pen, the chair had been stolen or moved elsewhere, but the switchbox you see was still there, and that opening into an attic crawlspace was full of boxes of prisoner's requisition slips. I lost those in one of my 27 moves, regretably.
"On April 21, 1930, the Ohio Penitentiary experienced the worst disaster in its history. A terrible fire broke out in the early evening, eventually killing 322 inmates. Not only was the state penitentiary fire the worst fire in Ohio's history, it was also the worst fire in American prison history." Morgue photo.
Oh, man. I think I'm in love. Check out this site: Forgotten Ohio. Another one! Illicit Ohio.
09.21.06
Last
night at the "Great"
Frederick Fair, between the lowlights (various insults directed our ways)
and the highlights (totally sweet airbrush t-shirts), right after I'd
hung up with my friend Marci, who'd recalled with some remorse that she
used to do 4-H stuff there, and right before I finally reunited myself
with my lost party, some creep handed me a Chick tract. Specifically,
Somebody
Goofed. "I already have this one," I said, because I enjoy
collecting garbage. In fact, I have every
one. Check them out next time you're over; then consider that Chick
is technically the best-selling author of all time; then despair. And
while I'm hating on crap, there is also MAXIM,
the magazine for meatheads.
Australopithecus afarensis and You: 3.3 Million Years Later, Skeleton of Girl Found, wapost.
*honk* Les says, "Dunno if you guys remember this song at
all..." Annie's
Song (radio edit) .
Hiding Jewish stuff Beat: 'Nice, Sweet Lady,' 83, Deported for Nazi Past, from Marlz. Allen's Mother Revealed Jewish Heritage to Him Last Month, wapost.
Since we were too late last night to catch the Demolition Derby, we've rescheduled for tonight at Polly's on U Street @ 8pm. Come out and wish the birthday girl a great new year. And witness: Wreckage! The roar of the crowd! Cash prizes!*
*not available
09.20.06
- Happy Birthday, Shauna! Stage
controls from the Keith-Albee Theater, R.I.P. by Bob.
Here's a magic trick for you. From Deb
D. NSFW: Wizards
Sleeve
As you may have heard, there's a hot senate race happening in the Vag, between Democrat James Webb, and the incumbent, Dickhead George "macaca" Allen.
Special HK political correspondent Brian, says:
the possiblity of george allen getting his privileged ass kicked by a democrat is DEEPLY satisfying to me, as is this quote from his opponent:
> The war is not an abstract issue for Mr. Webb. His son, Jimmy, 24, a lance corporal in the Marines, shipped out to Iraq this month. He wears his son's old combat boots on the campaign trail, in tribute to him and "all the people sent into harm's way."
> Mr. Webb tells his audiences that the idea came from his son, who noted that Mr. Allen always wore cowboy boots, though "there are no cowboys in Virginia." A Democrat Rises in Virginia, nytimes.
that shit is awesome it makes me honestly happy, nay, DELIGHTED, to see fundie bastards like this LOSE in elections plus, since my mother's people are from philadelphia, and you know my great love for the old dominion, i feel personally invested in seeing people reject the words and deeds of these shitty shitty men.
love...
brian
And just in time for the holidays, Allen Says He Embraces His Jewish Ancestry. Ha. Ha.
Marla says, "we've all thought about it."
This is no kind of celebrity gossip site, but when we get it, we post it -- c/o Coach's sister: "Lindsey Lohan, Sarah Michelle Geller, Kelly Rippa, Freddie Prinze Jr., and Vera Wang we're all in the restaurant this past week. Lindsay Lohan put Emergen-C in her Vodka Soda and made frequent trips to the bathroom. Kelly Rippa is as frightening in person as she is on tv, and Freddie Prinze Junior has packed on a few!"
Dana writes, Hey there, I was inspired to participate in the dinosaur
cartoon-writing by this article: Penis
transplant removed after two weeks.
Yippity-snippety,
Danar
