Right. All this blogging and sitting hunched over reading everyone and everything I can isn’t good. I’ve had back and neck and shoulder problems since… God, donkeys’ ages ago, and it’s gotten worse in the last 6 months or so. Why yes, that coincides with beginning the blog. Never mind that now. Stress just makes it worse. The day after getting back from the California trip where the long massage I’d had made everything feel great, my back started to tighten up and I got those warning twinges in the side of my neck and between my shoulder blades. Yep,…
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Funnies Stuff Bucky Katt is at it again: he proposes to make dinner for Rob and Satchel. He says he shall require a plump rat, a sprig of catnip, and a throw rug. Cotton. I think I know what the throw rug is for. Food Stuff We didn’t order a pizza tonight, we marinated some salmon in a ponzu-like concoction that consisted of soysauce, orange juice, rice vinegar, sesame oil, honey, toasted sesame seeds, ground multi-colored pepper, and garlic. This time, there was a little wasabi in there. Last time, I grated some orange zest in there. Either way, it…
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The TAR recaplet from Miss Alli at TWOP: Colin puts the Colin puts the “ugh” in “Ugly American” this week as he decides to stage an international incident over 50 dollars. Snarky local authorities (why yes, they do speak English…does Colin speak Swahili?), lectures on contract law, bugged-out eyes, and an aggravated girlfriend combine to make him appear to be just about the biggest jackhole they’ve ever put on this show. And remember, we know Wil. Elsewhere, the Twinkies learn that even stopped instincts are right twice a day, Chip learns that being a generous tipper is a dangerous game,…
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The Repubs’ tribute to Johnny Cash is causing a ruckus, some fans plan a protest tribute of their own – they’ll dress up as Cash and sing his songs. He was his own man, that Man in Black. I wonder what he’d think? The Cash estate have not objected, because the Cash tribute is part of a program honoring a longtime friend of the musician’s, Senator Lamar Alexander (R-Tennessee).
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Via The Smirking Chimp: Garrison Keillor lambastes the Right with near-Elizabethan virtuousity. The party of Lincoln and Liberty was transmogrified into the party of hairy-backed swamp developers and corporate shills, faith-based economists, fundamentalist bullies with Bibles, Christians of convenience, freelance racists, misanthropic frat boys, shrieking midgets of AM radio, tax cheats, nihilists in golf pants, brownshirts in pinstripes, sweatshop tycoons, hacks, fakirs, aggressive dorks, Lamborghini libertarians, people who believe Neil Armstrong’s moonwalk was filmed in Roswell, New Mexico, little honkers out to diminish the rest of us, Newt’s evil spawn and their Etch-A-Sketch president, a dull and rigid man suspicious…
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Yay! AAR has a Windows Media link on the “Listen Live” link. This means that I could listen at work without a delay, and also means I can listen to Randi Rhodes again. Now that my schedule keeps me shackeled to my SABRE set until 6pm or after, this is a damn good thing.
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Holy crap! It’s the Farscape trailer! Man, I have to remind myself what the backstory was with all the secondary (and tertiary) characters. This show was a Friday night staple for years, and I’d forgotten how much I’d enjoyed it. Via June, the speaker for the dead.
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Al Franken had an idea: what if everyone in America that disagreed with Bushco’s agenda ran outside at the same time(10pm Eastern?) and shouted“Oh no ya don’t!” or equivalent local colloquialisms. In Chicago, this means we’ll run out and yell “You’ve got to be (fuckin’) kiddin’ me!” (suburbs) or “Don’t even go there” (downtown) or “Oh no you di’int!” (Southside). In New York, they’ll apparently holler “Fuggedabouddit!”
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I had a dental appointment earlier this evening to do something or other to an area between two back molars. This involved some drilling and physical effort on my dentist’s part; he all but had to put a knee on my chest to get the leverage he needed to install something that felt like the world’s largest popcorn hull between the two teeth. Then there was some mysterious tinkering with liquid ceramics (huh?) and catalyzing hardeners and half a hardware store’s worth of grabbers and wrenches and long pinchy hemostatmajiggers. This process is repeated several times. Every time he sets…
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It’s official. Colin and Christie are my new favorite TAR team to despise. More taxi shenanigans, and boy did sweet karma bite him in the Xtreme ass: a flat tire, a tantrum in which he attempted to short the hapless taxi driver, and very nearly, a stay in the Kilimanjaro International Airport hoosegow. And still this team came in first and won a trip to the Caribbean. However, the laggards finished up most satisfactorily; the idiot twins drove right into the gate of the location of the skydiving stunt, but in spite of a big honkin’ red and yellow flag…