Maybe it's really tacky to say this, but...

I've never been one who would commit suicide. I'm curious what will happen, and I think you never know what wonderful thing may be around the corner. That said...

...if I were born in a Muslim culture and in the unlikely event I lived to adulthood [mouthy broad that I am], I think I'd be very easy to talk into killing myself.

Not saying I don't blame those bitches in Russia who acted in collusion with their oppressors and took out a bunch of people with them, but I'm saying I can understand what a bleak and hopeless life they must have lived. Too bad they didn't just take their trainers out with them.

*eye-rolling*

The inmate in the cube across the veal-farm from mine stood up yesterday and announced "Sarah Palin scares me." They went on to say how they'd gone onto SP's Facebook page and there were photos of political opponents with a crosshairs target over their faces. They then said if a Democrat had done that, they'd be under investigation, and if he'd done that, he was sure he'd be in leg-irons somewhere, busting rocks or something. He said that her message appeals to the sorts of folks who are crazy and love guns and would like to blow stuff up.

Just then, a call came in on my line, preventing me from responding. Didn't someone make a film portraying the assassination of GWB while he was president? Didn't a senator say he hoped Clarence Thomas dies early? It's funny how meanness only gets noticed by some people when conservatives are the ones deploying it.

I went to Sarah's Facebook page last night and I didn't see the crosshairs thingie. *shrug*

Dueling Flamingos

Just when you think it's a hot mess and beyond retrieval, they all corral and lock steps. This may be too cerebral for even my own arty musical pretenses, but I likeses it, anyhoo...

But, seriously, the dueling banjos bit was magnificent.
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jeepers. Has one quarter of this year really gone already???

...or how's about this idea?

The gubmint is admonishing health insurance companies to do away with preExisting clauses for policies. Um, I'm calling bullshizznit on this one.

Here's a better idea - why doesn't the gubmint just take the uninsurable people under its wing already (oh, it already has???) and just pay for those pipples' healthcare, and then let the rest of us have the freedom to, oh, say, choose an employer based on the perquisites of salary and features like health care insurance?

In truth, we call things insurance, but there is indeed no true comfort and no ultimate safety in this lifetime. We all do - I'm counting myself here - think of our possessions as our own, but from my most common possessions like dirty socks, right up to my jewelry and my fabulous Beetlejuice bookcase, -- we are merely caretakers of the things we own here. One by one, we'll shuffle off this mortal coil and leave all our fabulous, precious, wonderful stuff to be dispersed by someone else.

If you haven't got your health, you haven't got anything. If you don't give a fig about making room in your finances for your own healthcare, why should your neighbor be forced to make concessions to indulge your inanity?

No amount of public buttressing of private lives will fix the mess that so many make for themselves.

Curmudgeon sounds like something you'd find on a tray of sweets when you go round a little old English lady's house for tea, dunnit?

*harumph*

I promise, lots of fun stuff going on, and more fluff coming soon. :)

Oh, crap.

In this article, Sarah Palin is said to be near reaching terms on a reality show.

The show is meant to be a travelogue of Sarah Palin's Alaska, but I'm cynical about the media's willingness or likelihood to show her as an intelligent person. I also would prefer she kept narrowly focused on things political, rather than currying a hollywood-type persona.

The cockeyed optimist in me wants to think that she can turn around a lot of people's preconceived notions about her as empty-headed, as abetted by the likes of SNL. I suppose we shall see...

he had me at Mark Mothersbaugh and X Files theme...

...and then the threw in the Firefly theme.



This very talented guy plays 22 tv show themes in one big delicious mashup. Wow!

Very nice guitar technique.

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: kindness overload

This made me laugh and laugh.

the delightful Lenny Henry as Chef on illegal cheese...

...not simply fondue cheese, I concurd udderly.

Why I moderate comments: keep it nice.

I moderate comments to keep the spam down. When I comment on other blogs, I find comment moderation to be far less annoying than word verification, so that is the method I choose for filtering out the ads which promise to clean out my colon or to enlarge my manhood. *hmph*


My blog has been here lo, these eight years and I started this as an occasional record of what was going through my head at the moment. I wasn't working, and felt the need to jolt my creativity in some way, and writing seemed a good idea. As promised on the banner, there's plenty of talk about my dogs (yes, now the plural, and I know I should update the little thingie, but for now I'll deal with it), my perhaps excessive interest in shoes, and just whatever is generally running through my brain.

Perhaps it's my tendency to lean toward belly button fluff that has largely spared me trollery, but I will say this. There has only been one time I have removed a comment and that was because the poster realized he'd erred in making a personal attack on a fellow commenter, and was duly contrite about having said rude, ill-considered things to that commenter and requested that I unpublish his comment.

Someone recently has made pointed comments on my blog of a political nature , but also felt the need to question the intelligence of another commenter. The irony of this is that I personally know the original commenter, and am confident the flamer would quickly have his hide hanging on their shed wall, should they so choose. This person has political opinions which differ from my own, and I gnerally don't have a problem posting their opinions, however wrong they be. If I make a post and someone comments to agree with me, and then you feel the need to question the intelligence of the concurring commenter, well, what does it say about your intelligence that you come to my blog?

I have not intentionally moderated comments out in the past, but that doesn't mean I won't reject them in the future. Stick to the point and keep it nice if you want to play here.

Friday FunNess from Stereolab

NEON BEANBAG



Dunno what it's about, but the song and the video make me grin. :D

Coolest Christmas Ornament Evar.

My dear friend Holly gave me this fabulous ornament for Christmas.

She's an elk with sparkly kissy lips and gilded horns to buttress up her mile-high pompadour'ed Marie Antoinette 'do. I say she, but that may be in question. My understanding has ever been that only the boys in the cervidae family get the racks. Perhaps this one is a drag queen or is undergoing gender reassignment? In any case, I think she/he/it is beeyooteeful!

LOVE LOVE LOVE it!

Anyway, she's hanging year-round among the crystals in my bedside table lamp, fabulous thing that she is. She's too splendid to pack away with mere seasonal things, yes?

Thanks, Hols!

walk softly and carry a big neanderthal...

One of the unexpected perks of living in greater Redneckia is the cool shit you see in stores. Here, for example, we have Sasquatch dessicated meat products in stick form. [Frankly, I fully support the marketing of meats in easy-to-consume stick form, just for the record.]

Anyway, I love the ideer of some Sasquatch jerky-treats for hoomans, and hopefully now Chaka from Land of The Lost can reunite with his long lost cousin, Sasquatch. If they can hook up with the Geico cavemen, perhaps they can have a family reunion. Or file a class action lawsuit.

...or run for Congress. They couldn't do worse than the booger-eating morons we put in there before...

Yeah. What HE said: Walk Tall.

PDB posted words Monday that make a lot of sense to me:

So chin up, you sons of bitches. Walk tall. Be proud, not weary. We are made bigger by big challenges. Rehearse your arguments, prepare your lists of legislators for the fall, get ready to volunteer for the correct candidate and oppose the traitors. Flood the papers and blogs with letters and posts and comments, let nobody forget who inflicted this upon us. Load your magazines and sharpen your knives.

Go tell it. I called someone in D.C. Monday. I'll probably do it again today. And tomorrow. Hell. I've got unlimited minutes and I feel like they need to hear what I really think of their unconstitutional acts.

Nerd Cool Rubber Watches from Nooka

C'est super cool, oui?

These rubber watches from Nooka turn the ancient art of time keeping on its august head. You tell teh hour by how many of the 12 dots are darkened, and the minute by the little horizontal bar on the bottom. I think the numeral is for the date.

Anyway, yeah, they're nerdy, and yet so very cool. I can just imagine them popping up all over Tokyo.