Let me preface this by saying that I love werewolf movies. Dopple-G hates them - they absolutely terrify him, and not in a good way. I freaking love them. I love werewolf mythology too. Canines are my favorite pet and wolves are by far my favorite wild animal. It's important that you know this background as it could color my review.
Let me also say that my very own chocolate lab just tried to kill me. I was walking to the computer to type this, beer in my hand. The evil creature intercepted me in the dining room, cutting directly across my path. I skillfully adjusted my beer to prevent foulage and stepped off to my right foot. Just past the point of no return the crafty beast turned in between my legs and to the right, neatly turning my ankle and sending me to the floor. I'm happy to report that I managed to throw my left knee out far enough that I could piston my beer hand and prevent bottle corruption and massive beer loss. Not that it matters a lot seeing as that particular carpet is getting cleaned tomorrow but it's the effort that counts.
And yes, my ankle hurts like a mother. It's important that you know this as it could color my review.
Dog Soldiers was a good movie. I mean good overall, not just as a horror movie. The acting was actually really good all around with the exception of that loser who played Captain Ryan the Special Forces jackass.
As far as horror movies go it was pretty standard. I didn't actually get scared at all during the movie but that's pretty much the way of things since Alfred Hitchcock died.
It did well for the spook-at-shadows afterward score. I thought it was going to be a non-register there as I'll normally get a crawly feeling while taking a piss with my back to the closed shower and I didn't get that at all from this movie. However, I just walked the dogs and when we got to the dark part of the street (my house is the ONLY house on my street with a street light) and Kota turned towards the woods and stopped dead and growled deep in her throat I nearly shit myself. Wait a second...lemme check here...yeah, that spooked the shit right out of me.
I recommend this movie for anybody who likes a "last man standing" pick-em-off-style movie, werewolves, general monster, armed conflict, small engagement army or general spooky popcorn movie.
My only major beef (excuse the pun - you'll see what I mean in a second) was a scene in the beginning of the film when the platoon of soldiers is at their campsite and a dead cow gets thrown on their campfire. They seem reassured and business as usual when they discover that the cow died of a natural attack (teeth and claws). Cows that die of natural causes do not generally launch themselves into your campfire. The entire troop should have freaked at this point because unless they missed a cherry picker or catapult in close proximity to the camp there's no realistic human way to hurl a cow into a campfire.
Except for that and the loser actor playing Cpt.Ryan a standard suspension of disbelief should pull you through this one.
Addendum. Sgt.Wells had all of the best lines in this movie and there were a bunch. Top three (all by Wells) were:
I am not breaking radio silence just cos' you lot got spooked by a dead flying fucking cow. (Part of the stupid cow scene described above.)
If we do happen to make contact, I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence from the lot of ya. (Gratuitous violence quotes are my favorite.)
We are now up against live, hostile targets. So, if Little Red Riding Hood should show up with a bazooka and a bad attitude, I expect you to chin the bitch. (I've always despised Little Red.)
My apologies but this is only a 3 beer review. Hens' Night was late starting and the kids kept interrupting so I didn't get into a decent swilling tempo until the last half hour or so.
Hellboy is decent. It could have been much better. It could also have been much worse. Characterizations were pretty poor and they assumed the viewer knew a lot of backstory that wasn't presented. Unfortunately I don't know that backstory so the movie suffered.
That chick that made out with Buffy in that movie a few years ago about rich mean college students was looking pretty good. She kept speaking though and that's really not her forte. They teased hard on the nudity at the end but failed to deliver and that pissed me off a bit (yeah, like she'd really be wearing a tube top in winter in Moscow).
Overall I'd give it a go as a rental. It's a one-timer though, I wouldn't bother watching it again.
Lovely Wife has her own blog! Yay!
This entry has been moved to her place.
Coming soon to a blog near you: Drunken Movie Critique
Tonight's selections include Hell Boy and Dog Soldiers. That's right Susie, I'm finally watching Dog Soldiers. Woof woof!
A full bladder and the sound of running water.
Seriously though, an email saying just how great the last release of our software was and how a record low number of bugs have been reported in the field despite the fact that this release involved a monstrous rewrite of three critical program modules and how the 140 systems already purchased and installed make this the most successful incremental release in the history of the product.
That pisses me off. That makes me want to go up to the Pres and walk him through the base logic involved here and ask him just what the hell he was smoking when he decided to eliminate the Quality Assurance position for our product.
I can't do that though. His goons would pound me.
(Okay, he doesn't really have any goons. That I know of. I still can't do it though because I would not be able to hold my temper in and I've still got a paycheck here for the indeterminate future. Also, our Product Architect has already done that with the result that QA is being eliminated. If I tried it he'd probably figure it a good idea to whack all of Development.)
A Perfectly Cromulent Blog has odds posted for which Simpsons character will be coming out of the closet. There's pretty good analysis there but there's one glaring problem - no Duff Man.
That's right, the hidden gay character in the Simpsons is none other than Duff Man himself. That's right. Duff Man. The symbol of drunken debauchery, high times and overconsumption is the closet gay. Hard to believe? Think Spudz McKenzie. The beer drinking world was shocked to the core when it was discovered that Spudz was a female dog. We'll be seeing Homer and the rest of the lushes questioning their own masculinity as Duff beer sales crash. Of course a certain segment of the population will gain an appreciation for the beverage but it won't quite make the transfer to trendy drink.
We'll see a suddenly effeminate Duff Man tossed out on his fabulous keister and befriended by Homer and family who, in typical fashion, will build him back up to the point where he challenges Duff corporate types and wins back his job. During the recovery watch for a scene at Moe's and interaction with many of Springfield's more "sensitive" characters. At least one (probably Smithers) will be drafted by Homer to provide a source of inspiration for DM.
I should be a comic writer. I really should.
My post quality and quantity suck in an inversely proportional relationship with the quality and quantity of the blogs I read. That is to say, it isn't my fault when my blog sucks. Blame these guys:
If little boys are made up puppy dog tails and snails and other gross stuff, and little girls are made of sugar and spice and other nice stuff, what is a centrist made of?Whines and complaints
that the big parties ain't.
That's what centrists are made of.Trey has a two parter on the ketchup queen. First he notes some things from her speech that sound alright. Then he fisks the things that blow chunks of socialist redistributionism garbage all over the place.
Random Penseur has a mini-bio on a philandering, embezzling, murderer. To top it off he was also an incompetent officer and a crooked politician! Check out the second edition of the Behind the Curtain series.
LeeAnn has issues with the dentist. That reminds me...I better set up an appointment whilst I still have insurance...
Simon hasn't caught up to me yet in the procreation contest but he has nailed what it's like for men to live with a pregnant woman.
Robert got published. Like in a real paper. Not just this bloggy stuff that we do. Woah.
Our own Pixy Misa has compiled a philosophy primer. It's just chock full of allegorical goodness.
Okay, it wasn't actually NPR that pissed me off. More precisely, this particular thing I'm about to relate to you wasn't NPR's fault, I just heard about it while listening to NPR. To set the matter perfectly straight, NPR generally pisses me off at a low grade level. I had a spike of pissedoffedness this morning whilst driving to work with NPR on and yes it was on NPR but it wasn't a part of NPR's programming. Okay, it was sort of part of their programming in the sense that anything you hear broadcast by NPR is part of their programming. This was an announcement, not a newsie bit. So there it is - an announcement (actually two) that I heard on NPR really pissed me off today. What were they? Well let me tell you.
Before and after program segments (that's actual "shows" I mean; as noted above anything they broadcast is technically part of their programming) this advertisement free station has advertising. They read off the name of the segment's sponsor or a general sponsor and give a quick blurb. As advertising goes it's pretty low key stuff but it pisses me off that they claim to be advertisement free while doing ads every 10 minutes just like everybody else.
Anyway, two sponsors that were plugged are what has me really pissed off. The first was the Department of Housing and Urban Development. HUD sponsors National Public Radio. What the fuck does NPR have to do with Housing and Urban Development? HUD is completely funded by our taxes and their only responsibility is to put roofs over people's heads. What the fuck is HUD doing giving money to private interests? That was MY MONEY! If I want to contribute to NPR then that's my business. It is not the business of a dedicated government department to take my money and give it to NPR.
The second was the Gwinnett County School System. WHAT?!? The Gwinnett County school system submits a budget to the county. The county looks it over, axes some books and classes and teachers and then hands a pile of money (including mine) to the school system. The school system then gives away a chunk of it to National Public Radio.
That goes beyond pissing me off. The County and the School System never EVER stop crying about budget constraints and lack of funding and they are giving money away to a radio station. School programs get cut, teachers have to buy their own damned markers and kids spend their days in butler buildings instead of actual classrooms and they are giving the fucking money away!
Where's my damned copy of Robert's Rules? I need to brush up for the next school board meeting. Any locals might want to keep an eye on the Gwinnett blotter 'cause this is going to get ugly.
From Helen comes a delightfully British item about the Doody family. Seems they've just been named The Faggot Family of Britain.
A West Midlands family is playing a central role in the quest to raise the profile of ... faggots.The Doody family from Wolverhampton has been crowned The Faggot Family in a national competition, and to kick off their reign they will launch National Faggot Week.
"...all too often the faggot is left off [the national] list," said Janet Doody.
Her husband Fred added: "It's unfair because faggots were British ... long before any of the others.
"The great British faggot is full of flavour and a great belly warmer at this time of year."
Some little known facts:
- Faggots were called "savoury ducks" in the Middle Ages
- Faggots were named after the Latin word for bundle
- Fans have published the Good Faggot Guide
She has done it before. Now she's done it again.
To the tune of "O Canada"*.
O Fistula!
A hole within my flesh!
My meat tunnel to my internal gland.With pencil tip I poke inside,
I probe the hole in me!From deep and wet,
O Fistula, the smell comes out of thee.God heal this hole inside of me!
O Fistula, the smell comes out of thee.O Fistula, the smell comes out of thee.
* Yes, I fully expect a team of elite Canadian assassins to strike at any moment. It's okay though - Michael Moore says they don't have any guns up there.
Lovely Wife has her own blog. Yay!
This entry has been moved to her place.
Well it wasn't a lamb, or even the traditional donkey. The piñata (notice the squiggly line over the 'n' there - am I good or what?) at the party on Saturday was a watermelon; sort of a meloñata. It wasn't just any watermelon either. It was a gargantuan watermelon filled to the brim with useless plastic trinkits, geejaws, whatsits and enough concentrated sugar treats to choke Oprah.
The cheap cardboard blindfold that came with the meloñata failed early. The other parents there had a problem with using Lovely Wife's leather blindfold (comes with matching ball gag) so we just had the kids close their eyes.
Tiffani is fishing for pics. Seeing as she's my blogdaughter and all I'm happy to oblige.
WARNING
Women should sit down before clicking this link. Snooze Button Dreams will not be held liable for swooning.
Who knew I cleaned up so well? Actually I had this picture up when Snooze Button Dreams was on Blog*Spot until the infamous cow picture fell into my clutches.
Special bonus picture for Helen: My furry arm
There were a lot of excellent captions submitted. The first place entry gets 5 Snooze Points, the second place one gets 3 and the third gets 1. There were also a lot of crappy entries but don't worry - I won't take any points away.
Winner
"Amazing new ironing board allows women to simultaneously iron, rub pussy." - Rube
Second Place
"Ever the thrifty spender, Jim has discovered a new way to get LW that black fur shoal she always wanted. The neighbor will never miss the cat anyway." - Clancy
Third Place
"Ironing bored." - Tiffani
Won't be here today. Sorry, y'all. Just too busy today with all the clean-up from yesterday and then the relaxing and stuff. Bear has requested chicken wings for his B-day dinner so we'll be doing those tonight.
The party was a smash, thanks mostly to Trey. Everybody else took off at around 4:30 pm but Trey stayed and we had some lovely conversation to the setting of the sun. Not only did Trey charm Lovely Wife and I, he was also adopted by Bacon. (Click for mondo size.)
I think Bacon had just stuffed a handful of Nerds in his mouth. Either that or he's turning into a weasel.
So anyway, big news tomorrow with more party pictures and maybe some house pictures too.
My little blog is a year old now. Celebrate and rejoice!
Many of you weren't expecting this post until tomorrow since the oldest archive post here is from July 25 of last year. Fooled you! (And me.) Seems the first two posts from the Blogger incarnation of this weblog were lost in the move. The actual first Snooze Button Dream post was Thoughts on snooze buttons, posted July 24, 2003. Thusly a blog was born. (I've reproduced that post in the extended entry here, just in case Blogger is still going psycho on my archives.)
As it is Saturday this is about all you will get from me but expect big news tomorrow.
My job won't be ending at the end of the month. It will be ending...um...sometime else.
My neighbor in the MegaCube is the product architect for the software I work on. He's also the defacto head of our half of Development since we are still without a vice president on our side of the building*. He has been procrastinating a bit with submitting my termination paperwork. Well I guess you could say he's been procrastinating a lot with handing that paperwork in seeing as he's had it for the better part of two months. Seems he had a plan in case I didn't find another job in time.
At an offsite managers' meeting yesterday he requested and received an extension for my position. I'll have a job until they actually hire a new programmer. As there is no serious contender in the pipeline at the moment I've got at least a couple of weeks of continued employment.
Today's party will be much more festive now.
(Click for super-celebration size.)
The big guy is 5 today!
Update: This post will be up top until Friday morning. Theoretically unlimited points are available. (Points are realistically limited by physical laws.)
I recently implemented a tweak shared by The Bartender to put a Best Of list in my sidebar (it's under "Linkage"). This is neat as it handles things dynamically whenever I put a post into the "Best Of" category.
My problem is that for the past 6 months or so I hadn't updated any of my best link categories so my "Best Of" has a whole lot of best posts that aren't in there. What I'm looking for are what posts y'all think are good enough to be considered some of the best things I've written. I'm looking more for the anecdote style (story, humorous semi-fiction, kids, etc) posts.
Nominate a post that you think is worthy. If I agree and put it in the Best Of category, you get a point. Just one at a time and first come, first served please. That way it'll be a bit more fair for the out of country readers. As soon as I reply with a yay/nay on your submission you can nominate another one.
I've also got some on the Best Of that probably shouldn't be there. Instead of nominating one to go into the category you can nominate one to come out of it and that'll be for points too.
Even more points: One point each for artist and debut album for the song that inspired the title to this post. No searching, y'all!
We actually do have pictures of it, too. Lovely Wife took a bunch a few weeks ago. Only problem is they are just after we moved in and stuff is everywhere. Due to some problems (Dell sucks) with Lovely Wife's laptop (hard drive crapping out after less than a year) I've been using the old monster desktop PC (it works just like a regular computer, only slower). This has the side benefit of being the computer that's attached to the base unit of the digital camera. The one-touch Kodak digital camera. I was out of excuses to procrastinate about taking pictures.
I took a bunch last night but they're not ready to post yet. I am not what you would call a professional grade (or really even 'acceptable' grade) photographer so most of these need some digital assistance before they'll be usable. Little things like compensating for Jim forgetting to turn on any lights and things like that. I actually don't have time to do that at the moment as I'm trying to get enough work accomplished to take tomorrow off.
In the meantime I threw together a quick diagram showing our house's layout. You can't see where we live yet but now you can at least imagine it.
It might end up being cheaper than an Explorer. Then again you probably wouldn't get amusing anecdotes like BigWig's out of a Winnebago.
Who knew? LeeAnn, the Cheesemistress of the Apocalypse is also a spyhunter extraordinaire. I hope I didn't blow her cover...
POINTS: 2 points to the first person to name the tune that played throughout the Spyhunter game. No searching please.
I'm happy to say that yesterday was primary voting here in Georgia and nobody took in more votes for the Flying Pig party than Trey and I did!
Can I get a hallelujiah?
* Alternate title: Making the primaries our bitch
It's pretty exciting that Lance Armstrong has taken the lead and is poised to win his 6th race. I do have one comment though: Where else but France do they reward the leader by letting him wear a yellow shirt?*
* And does it come with a little white flag?
... True, and they have many other fine qualities as well."
Due to some problems with Lovely Wife's laptop I've been to sleep a bit late the past couple of nights. This morning I woke with that pain in the head that clearly stated "You have not slept long enough, go back to bed", which I of course ignored seeing as this is a workday.
I was stumbling about through a mockery of my morning routine when I spied Henk, our sexy main cat.
Do you see how cruelly he teases me? Now that is a professional. (click for mondo size)
POINTS: Caption this picture. The best three captioners will get points (5, 3 & 1 respectively). Contest runs to some time on Friday.
MORE POINTS: 6 points to the first person who correctly attributes the post title without searching.
"To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness" - Edgar Allan Poe
"Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo." - H. G. Wells
"I prefer tongue-tied knowledge to ignorant loquacity." - Marcus Tullius Cicero
"A narrow mind and a fat head invariably come on the same person." - Zig Ziglar
"He steps on stage and draws the sword of rhetoric, and when he is through, someone is lying wounded and thousands of others are either angry or consoled." - Pete Hamill
"If one is to be called a liar, one may as well make an effort to deserve the name." - A. A. Milne
"Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word." - William Shakespeare
"The liberal soul shall be made fat." - Bible
"Through clever and constant application of propaganda, people can be made to see paradise as hell, and also the other way round, to consider the most wretched sort of life as paradise." - Adolf Hitler
Can you think of any other quotes that could have been written about Michael Moore?
Nick Queen is putting together a Yahoo Fantasy Football league. The goal is 8 to 10 bloggers/commenters participating (currently there are 3 signed up).
Joining is simple:
Go here and use the following to join the league (you'll need a Yahoo ID):
League ID# is 171767
Password is paradox
For the team name use your blog name and leave a message at Nick's place.
If you have any questions, Nick can answer them.
Damn, do I smell good today. I'm not talking just a little good. I mean I smell freaking good. I am seriously afraid to go near any of my female coworkers for fear that they might not be able to control their baser instincts and I can't afford any more torn clothing.
Yeah, that's how good I smell.
I think a little background is in order. Two things I'll never compromise on are toilet paper and my bath bar. I want a TP that is strong and soft and can quickly and efficiently scrape the shit from by butt crack but do it with the softness of a newly slaughtered baby bunny rabbit. My bath bar must leave my skin in a non-dry state and have me not smelling like a flower or a chemical.
Wow! Is there anything that people won't do to impress The Cheesmistres of Chaos? If there is, I certainly can't think of it:
Police Arrest Cheese-Covered Naked Man
Police found Monn's Jeep parked near the pool and then noticed his clothes and a bottle of vodka in the vehicle.Then, they saw the naked man running toward the Jeep. Officials say he had cheese in his hair, on his face and on his shoulders.
(Hat tip to Phillip Coons)
Looks like some people think ol' Xzibit is a bit on the stupid side. I've received a slew of fake messages over the past couple days. You know what that means, right? Yup. Gloves are off.
The first idjit:
From: matthew ludescherI HAVE SEEN THIS WONDERFUL PROGRAM AND WOULD LIKE
TO SEE IF I QUALIFY. I'M 44 AND I AM DYSLEXIC AND
THIS MAKES IT HARD FOR ME TO FIND A GOOD JOB.
AS I CANNOT READ OR WRITE.
I'M A GOOD COMPUTER TECHNICIAN AND MY FRIEND
DARRELL SMITH IS HELPING ME WRITE THIS LETTER.
I HAVE A 1982 CHEVROLET VAN THAT NEEDS SOME PIMP
LOVE.
IF YOU CAN HELP ME, I WOULD BE BLESSED.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR CARING SHOW.
YOU ARE TRULY GOOD PEOPLE IN THIS CRAZY WORLD.
LOVE
MATT
Ah, yes. The dyslexic computer technician story. Haven't we all heard this before? Actually, after dealing with some customer service lines I can readily believe that the people manning them are illiterate. But this guy is a fake so he gets this:
Next Saturday (the 24th) we're having a housewarming party. We'll have the grill going with burgers and dogs at 2:00. We're asking people to bring a side item with them (side dish, snack, soda, beer, etc).
Kids are very welcome. It's doubling as Bear's 5th birthday party so there will be games and a wading pool, sprinkler and fun stuff like that.
Please let me know by next Wednesday or so if you're coming and how many people you're bringing so I'll have an idea of how much beef and bun to get. (Yes my vegetarian friends, I'm planning on getting veggie meats too. Just let me know how hungry you'll be for soyburgers and/or fauxages.)
An RSVP also gets you directions to the lovely party location in Lawrenceville, GA.
We sure hope y'all can make it!
Well it wasn't a twister but there was a twister warning. We spent a couple of hours in the hallway Wednesday evening because there was a tornado warning in our area. That's the only area of the house without at least one window.
We locked the doors so little fingers wouldn't "accidentally" open them, gathered pillows and a couple toys and had ourselves a little floor party. I made sure the boys didn't get concerned while Lovely Wife watched the newscast.
Some funnels were seen in neighboring counties but nothing near us. Still, it was good to go through a practice run. It made Lovely Wife fell better to do it and it was a learning experience for the boys. Plus it would seriously have sucked if a twister did hit and we had ignored the warning.
Some thoughts on our (not) nearly death defying encounter with a (non-existent) twister:
- It's really weird when the Doppler radar shows the darkest red evil violence right over your house and you look outside where it is as calm as a graveyard.
- Explaining a tornado to kids aged 2, 3, and 4 is not easy.
- Explaining a tornado warning is even harder.
- The hallway gets hot really quickly when all of us are in it.
- I left the scotch on top of the fridge. What was I thinking?
- It really sucks that our wireless isn't working yet. Damn you Comcast!
- It's odd what can lead to rekindling your love of Legos.
- No matter how big she is a chocolate lab will still get underneath the bed when she needs to.
Happy birthday Tiffani! My blogdaughter has turned 34. In Tiffany's honor, here are some memorable events from 1970, her birthyear:
| In 1970 (the year she was born) |
|
Richard Nixon is president of the US (although this won't last long) A federal jury finds the "Chicago 7" innocent of conspiring to incite riots during the 1968 Democratic National Convention (they go on to make several hit records) The lunar spacecraft Apollo 13 splashes down in the Pacific after near catastrophe (thanks primarily to the efforts of Lieutenant Dan) The first Earth Day is marked by millions of Americans participating in anti-pollution demonstrations (the latest Earth Day was commemorated with the millionth hippie being chained to a redwood) At Kent State University, National Guardsmen fire into a crowd killing four student antiwar demonstrators (i've been to Kent State - it's a miracle that these dorms didn't incite riots on a semi-quarterly basis) A powerful earthquake claims 50,000 lives in Peru (it was knocked down to 32,500 on appeal) 18 year olds are given the right to vote in federal elections (they want to make this 14 now in California. save me) Tidal wave driven by cyclone from Bay of Bengal hits East Pakistan, killing hundreds of thousands (good thing it wasn't a tsunami) An anti-war rally is held at Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, attended by John Kerry, Jane Fonda and Donald Sutherland (Kerry was 'between heiresses' at that time) Queen Latifah, Mariah Carey, Andre Agassi, Uma Thurman, Jennifer Lopez, and Matt Damon are born (and Tiffani!) Baltimore Orioles win the World Series (yawn) Kansas City Chiefs win Superbowl IV (yawn) Boston Bruins win the Stanley Cup (may they burn in Hell!!) Tearjerker Love Story is the top grossing film (Ryan O'Neil was still hot then, well before he got into the habit of marrying and beating up skanky women) I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou is published (because that's what birds do. they sing. and this was memorable because...?) "The Long and Winding Road" becomes the Beatles' last Number 1 song (thanks to Yoko!) |
(Year you were born doohicky found at Ilyka's and Emma's love shacks blogs)
Courtesy of Dopple-G I bring you: Dodge trucks are for pussies.
I can't get the dead horse off of me until the alarm goes off again.
Our bedroom is really dark this early.
Ouch. The laundry basket could have been in a better place.
I wish the fan didn't come on with the bathroom light.
Damn, that fan is loud.
Look at the time. I hit the snooze three times. That can't be good.
Where the hell are the dog collars? Sorry bud, you'll have to wait for Momma.
That's not enough returns on my job searches.
My resume is smoking, my cover letter is professional. What's the problem?
Fuck professional. New cover letter today.
Need to get some more points out before my blogiversary.
Coffee.
Watching a Saturday Night Live movie is _________.
My entry: ...like watching the first hour and a half of a three minute skit.
Well, maybe not quite as confidential as you believe. Clancy reports on a state mandated violation of doctor/patient confidentiality. The public perception of doctor/patient confidence comes from TV shows and movies. It is very wrong and is worlds away from actual legal standings.
Doctor/patient confidence is a professional courtesy, not a legal requirement or legally defined right. Its legal standing is based on precedence and not legislation. Unfortunately for those who want to use it to avoid testimony there is just as much precedence going the other way.
The news item that Clancy posted about involves a law requiring that Pennsylvania doctors notify the Department of Transportation when they believe a patient has a substance abuse problem. The DOT may then revoke the patient's license based on the medical testimony. A more common example would be the laws requiring medical and scholastic personnel to report suspected child abuse.
What you end up with is a strong professional courtesy supported by tradition and some legal precedence that is being legislated away as more and more professionals are being legally forced to violate it. Be careful what you tell your doctor and do it with the understanding that even though he might not want to repeat it, if push comes to shove he'll have no choice but to do so.
Question for the lawyers in the house: How strong is the client/attorney privilege?
Any priests around? I'm also interested in the legal standing of the "seal of the confessional".
What's the most Atkins friendly food out there? Why, meat of course! How can we cut the nasty carbs from our favorite frozen treat? The Japanese have found the secret. Instead of high sugar items like fruit or chocolate, use ground up animals!
Two great tastes that taste great together. Raw horse and vanilla. Mmmmmm. Or maybe some oyster ice cream? Talk about intersting consistency - you can't get much more unique than a frozen oyster.
Thanks, Trey! I almost vomited!
Updated
My recounting of Strawberry Island got me thinking about islands and a trivia question popped into my head.
What is the largest fresh water, riverbound island in the world?
5 points if you can name it without searching, 2 points if you can find it in a search.
Update: Rob won the points and now I can tell you why this somewhat esoteric trivia bit ended up in my noggin.
Several years ago the officials of Grand Island erected very expensive billboards proclaiming Grand Island to be "The Largest Freshwater Island in the World!". After all, everybody 'knew' this to be true. Well, shortly after this they were informed (in rather embarrassing fashion by a local news channel) that Grand Island was most certainly not the largest freshwater island in the world. That honorable title goes to Manitoulin Island.
The honorable officials were horrified to have been exposed in such a gaff. A cursory search of great islands would have shown that Manitoulin was the largest freshwater one. They now had very expensive signs that were a constant reminder of their lack of fact checking before spending huge sums of money. They decided to have the signs changed (at no small expense) to lay claim to being the largest river island in the world.
It was pointed out to them that this was also not true (and easily verifyable). Bananal was in fact the largest island formed by rivers. Fortunately this was before the signs had been changed.
They then decided to forgo trying to use facts and had the signs changed to say "Grand Island. Greatest Freshwater Island in the World!" in exceptionally tacky 1960's perma-smile Pleasantville style.
It was then pointed out that this choice of words indicates by over-definition that they felt Grand Island was inferior to at least one saltwater island. The signs weren't changed again.
Everybody pause while we do the happy dance. A jig would be fitting, I think.
He wants to know just what is up with Rachel Lucas' ever-recurring popularity. Despite multiple exits from blogdom she is received yet again with open arms by a hungry and waiting audience. Well Harv, it's like this...
Rachel is the queen of all that is good and right. She is the Easter Bunny in disguise and supplied Santa with toys during the great elf strike of '94. She personally tracked down Saddam Hussein and tipped off the Army to where he was hiding. She took a bullet for the Pope, just because it was the right thing to do.
Which is to say, she was instrumental in lifting Snooze Button Dreams from obscurity. That only ever happens once in a blog's life. She helped a lot of people in large or small ways. She was friendly when a lot of big bloggers weren't.
She absolutely and completely despises Hillary Clinton.
She also was one of the finest ranters I've ever read. She's erudite and well written and uses base logic to support her emotional views. She posts dog pictures. She's an all around good read.
I understand why you're confused, Harvey. You got there when Rachel had started faltering. Her posts weren't as tight, her focus was wandering. She was finishing school and looking for a house and her blog showed signs of neglect. And then she retired, came back, retired again, came back sort of, then quit. Without a firm grounding in Rachelism from before the Time of Troubles that's absolutely a definite turn off. Hell, even for loyalists it was still a turn off.
But now she's back again with a new style, the new version of MT and humorous rants about John Edwards and dog urine. So of course we're welcoming her with open arms, hearts and blogulations.
Rachel Ann wants to know what blogger you've got a love/hate thing with.
Bill can just leave his blogroll.
...I'd put my money on one of these readers to win the very long running points contest:
Mike the Marine, 34 points
Rob, 34 points
Tiffani, 33 points
Simon, 32 points
Seems like I'm posting a lot about politics lately, doesn't it? It's probably because with the election coming up the stupid factor is increasing to near astronomic proportions. Take this bullshit for instance. The Feds have made it illegal for US citizens to buy cheap drugs from outside of America. Ostensibly this is to guarantee quality through Federal controls on pharmaceutical companies. That by itself is total horse shit but I'm not going to get into the reasons why in this particular rant. No, this particular rant deals with the exceptionally warm and deep pile of horse shit that our politicians are currently attempting to spread.
They are now trying to pass legislation to allow people to purchase from foreign drug markets and their reasoning is just as bad as it was for the current embargo - they say that we can save money by buying drugs from Canada. They are using this as a sop to the masses. "We feel your pain! We'll let you buy cheap drugs, that's how much we care! All your problems will go away with cross-border pharmaceuticals!"
Bullshit.
Yesterday at ZeroIntelligence.net I posted a story about black students at Harvard. Seems that immigrant blacks and mulattos are taking advantage of affirmative action programs that some people want reserved for descendants of slaves.
There is a goodly bit of commenting on Affirmative Action as a general concept and one comment by Canadian reader Don Popowich sums it up so well it deserves to be called out on its own merits.
Enough already!!! There are no African Americans, or Ukrainian Americans, or Irish Americans, or Italian Americans,or any other kind of hyphenated Americans....or at least there shouldn't be.As a Canadian, what I admired about America was that America was a melting pot. Although, as individuals, you were proud of your heritage, YOU WERE WERE AMERICANS FIRST.
Yes. There were prejudices in past, and many members of your society faced discrimination and were treated unfairly, but, as a country you worked towards, and eventually righted many of those wrongs.
Some would argue it took too long and not all wrongs have been addressed, and that may be so, but, as a country you addressed the challenges and you worked towards bringing equality to all.
But not anymore. Now some Americans are more equal than others.
Why? Why is prejudice acceptable today if is aimed a segment of your society who has practiced prejudice in past...but not acceptable if aimed at others in your society? Either prejudice is right or it is wrong. It can't be both.
Jennifer was disjobbed yesterday. This is an issue especially poignant to me as my own date with the axe draws nigh. Would y'all go and offer some condolences, support and maybe a job lead or two to her?
Thanks.
Who can name the only government handout program where millions can be given to a single individual with absolutely no consideration of his/her need for the money? Here are a couple of hints:
WIC: Nope. The income of the parents is the deciding factor.
Welfare: Nope. Again, income is the key.
Medicaide/Medicaire: Nope. Money again. If they don't think you need the program you don't get it.
There's only one government program (hint: it's a Federal one) where up to 75 million dollars is given to a person no matter how much money he/she earns and regardless of their assets or any realistic need for the money.
The answer is in the extended entry.
Why vote for Bush? What is there to support about Kerry? Let the candidates tell you themselves. In song.
(Hat tip to Simon)
So they can hide in strawberry fields.
A few weeks ago Jen lamented that I was not around to provide my usual witty and bolstering comments to her site. When I read that I was both touched and sympathetic. I know only too well how a website can falter without my constant input. I took pity on Jen and promised her that I would comment the very next day.
That didn't happen of course but no biggie - Jen's a single gal so she's used to guys leading her on.
But I saved a note reminding myself to write that post and today it has passed the threshold of irritation where I've just got to get rid of it for once and all. My fear of Jen's hoodoo powers conscience prevents me from simply discarding the thing so I am now writing my overdue contribution.
McDonalds has a new Unhappy Meal featuring a salad and a bottle of water. John at Zug.com has the down-lo.
The booklet also has a radical, crazy new walking program designed by Oprah's trainer, which I will summarize for you now:1) Measure the amount you walk per day.
2) Gradually walk more.
3) Repeat until tired.Surely Oprah gets better advice than this, right? The guy pulls in 500 large a year just to tell Oprah to get off her ham-fed ass and walk? If walking is considered exercise, then opening the refrigerator door should also be exercise. And let's not forget masturbation, which increases upper arm strength. Why couldn't Oprah's trainer make a Masturbometer?
Don't miss John's prank call to McDonalds customer service.
(Hat tip to WetWired)
Wow! All this time and all this correspondence and I was spelling my own impersonated name incorrectly. Special thanks to Kimberly/sapphire for showing me the correct spelling. Speaking of Kimberly/sapphire, she's one of the two latest rocket scientists to mistake SBD for MTV:
From: KimberlyHello Its yah girl sapphire to xzibit and pimp my ride fellas. I have a very different case I live in Minnesota and I have major problem just read! I have very sweet brother his name is josiah, all he does is try to help me my family and his self. He has a two year old son in africa he never sees he could barely could send him money because he's always buried in bills and car troubles. Josiah has a 79 Benz but it's more like it's falling off the henges for instance, we got stranded on the hyway because she smoked until she choked. He's a twenty eight year old struggling college student, working a temp job tryna make ends into dollas, I just think he deserves a break with a special wish from me to the guys at mtvs pimp my ride.He would be so thankful and I thank you all from the bottom of my heart P.S. If mtv can't come out here I'm still MTV and Xzibit greatest fan holla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Phew! No pressure for this one. She'll still be my greatest fan even if I don't pimp her bro's ride. That's good since there's precisely zero chance that I'll do so.
A couple of people have asked just what the hell this Pimp My Ride stuff is about so I shall endeavor to elucidate.
MTV has a show called Pimp My Ride where they take peoples' nasty old beater cars and Pimp them. That's where they fix all the garbage that's wrong with them, tune the engine to sound like an egg beater, drop them so low they can't take a residential speed bump and put enough chrome on them to blind Stevie Wonder (oops!).
Way back in December of 2003 I had a one sentence post that linked to a flash game that let you take a virtual car through a virtual pimpin experience. That post started being found by searches for "Pimp My Ride" (or rather "pimp my ride" as none of these retards uses their shift key). They left comments asking for me to pimp their cars. I tried replying that this site has absolutely nothing to do with the MTV show. That post and the comments allow absolutely no opportunity for any rational or even semi-intelligent person to confuse this site for the MTV site.
But they kept coming. After a half dozen or so of these simps had commented I decided to screw with them. So now when somebody comments there I send them emails to mess with them, pretending to be the host of the show. My general purpose is to amuse myself, my secondary goal is to get them to send me pictures of themselves holding signs about my website.
That original post has never been changed. The people commenting really are morons who need to be taken advantage of. You can see the whole shebang (in reverse chronological order) here.
...cookies should NOT be bright yellow.
Via American Digest comes this Family Circle Cookie Cook-Off between Laura Bush and Teresa-Heinz-Rockefeller-Kerry. Laura's entry is a delicious looking wholesome oatmeal cookie (with chunks of chocolate - yes that's right, lovely delicious chocolate). Teresa's offering is one shade off of your urine after a two day bender. The shapeless yellow glops come complete with raisins, which I do like in a cookie. Unfortunately for this particular cookie they look remarkably like the unidentifiable "What the hell are those!?" bits inside a well loaded diaper.
Which tastes better? Obviously the Oatmeal-Chocolate Chunk cookies do since there's just no way you'll get those ochre blobs past my lips.
See for yourself (and vote for your favorite) at Family Circle.
The jobs are out there somewhere. A friend of mine just got one.
(Hat tip to Dopple-G)
The 32nd Bestofme Symphony is up at The Owner's Manual.
Next week's post extravaganza will be hosted by Sneakeasy's Joint.
Bestofme Symphony home base
Hosting: Email Gary at gcruse AT netscape DOT com.
Email Reminders: Bestofme Symphony mailing list.
Arab Muslims in Sudan have displaced over a million blacks, killed tens of thousands of them and destroyed hundreds of their communities. You know, because their peaceful religion demands it and all.
"They say they don't want to see black skin on this land again," said Issa Bushara, whose brother and cousin were gunned down in front of their horrified families during an attack by the Janjaweed militia.
The Arab Muslim militants are being assisted in their 17 month slaughter by the Arab Muslim government forces. Fortunately the UN has decided to take an active role in stopping the wholescale murderous regime almost issue an official condemnation. They decided not to at the last minute for the past year and a half because Sudan deserves another chance is an Arab Muslim country is only slaughtering blacks might be able to turn it around by themselves in another year and a half just as soon as all the blacks are dead or driven off.
At the Kounoungo refugee camp, 50 miles from the Sudan border, Zenaba Ismail sits on a dirt floor. In her arms, she cradles her sister's sleeping infant.Janjaweed fighters burst into their home early one morning and shot the child's pregnant mother in the stomach. The shooting induced labor, and she died while giving birth.
"He cries all the time, but I have no milk to give him," said the tall woman with traditional scars etched on her hallowed cheeks. "Every time I look at this child, I see my sister, and I can't stop the tears."
Refugee camps in outlying areas and neighboring countries are now seeing massive deaths from starvation, malnutrition and epidemic. These are outnumbering the actual murders.
Update: Rachel Ann asked if there wasn't some sort of award that we could give these folk. Since they are unfortunately still alive they are disqualified from the Darwins. Enter the Flaming Asshole, designed for just such a circumstance. Good call Rachel!
U.S. Humanitarian Group Arrives in Cuba
120 supporters of Pastors for Peace violated the US embargo on Cuba. They arrived in good spirits with their contraband goods and t-shirts calling for regime change in the USA.
Try that again - they went to Cuba and are calling for regime change in America.
Thank God they've moved to Cuba so we won't have to deal with them any longer. What? They aren't staying in the workers' utopia? They prefer the horrific boot of the oppressive Bush regime against the back of their collective neck to living in Cuba? Damn.
That's "Fucking, Austria". Not "fucking Austria".
(Hat tip to Common Sense & Wonder)
I really had to use the bathroom about a half hour ago.
I wonder what happened...
This post is: 
Why? Oh, why?
Why is it illegal to shoot these people?
McDonald's hit with lawsuit over fat in french fries
You see back in September 2002 McDonalds announced that it was planning to switch to a healthier fry oil by Feb '03. In Feb '03 they announced that the new oil wasn't happening yet because it made the fries taste like Burger King's as there were concerns over how it made the food taste.
Now a fucknut in California is suing because McDonalds didn't follow their original plan. A corporation in America made a plan, discovered it wasn't workable and changed it. This bitch thinks that entitles her to compensation? What the fucking fuck?
Listen up you fry sucking loser, McDonalds corporation is not personally beholden to you in any way whatsoever. Are you suing Ford because their concept car from 2002 isn't a production model today? Why not? They certainly planned on implementing it but they haven't. That should mean that your rights have somehow been trampled, right?
If you are so concerned about the fat content of McDonalds french fries that you take it as a violation of your personal rights of citizenship then what you need to do is put down the McBurger and McFries, push your fat ass away from the table and walk down to Salads-R-Us. Better yet, buy yourself a fucking pot and cook a meal for your damned self for a change.
And whatever lawyer or group of lawyers is representing this bullshit should die. Literally die you sons of bitches - you are less than worthless, you are an active drain. Your removal would make this country a better place.
(Hat tip to Phillip Coons)
What was my first blog called? 5 points for the first person with the correct answer (and no searching). A handful of bonus points also available for especially vulgar humorous guesses.
UPDATE
Um...no. Nobody got it yet and I think I see why. Back a few months ago if you Googled "Jim Peacock's first blog" it was in the top 10. That doesn't work any more. In fact, if I didn't know where this thing was I don't think I could find it now either. I'm raising the reward to 10 points and opening it up to searching however you want.
Just a note - we're looking for the name of the blog, not the URL. As an example, this blog is Snooze Button Dreams, not www.snoozebuttondreams.com.
Finally, there are a handful of folks that get a point each for answers that made me smile:
DeAnna: Snooze Button Queens (Not that there's anything wrong with that)Jen: An Udder Blog (References to my cow sucking picture get extra points for the nostalgia factor)
Jen (again): glennreynoldsismybitch.blogspot.com (Oh-freakin-yeah, baby)
Claire: spamload.blogspot.com ("Spamload" would be an excellent name for a heavy metal group)
I'll still hand out points for these types. Hey, we can use all the humor we can get, right?
There are a bunch of new faces in the ol' blogroll. Some are shiny new and others are long overdue. I've been terribly lax about updating this thing. As recompense for my near-malicious negligence these newcomers get a special introduction here instead of the normal stealthy addition I typically use.
Bloviating Inanities - Sorry, Bill. This link should have been up there many moons ago. It got missed somehow (probably my subconcious at work).
It's All About De - DeAnna was one of my first readers and one of the first blogs on my blogroll. Somehow she got dropped (I think it was when we moved her to Munuviana). That's not really important right now. What's important is she just had a terrible loss. Would y'all take a minute to drop by her place and offer condolences? Thanks, I appreciate it.
Memeblog - Stay tuned for all of your meme needs. Hurry please, it's getting a bit weak from lack of participation.
New Blog Showcase - Now this one is going strong! This blog lets new bloggers showcase a bit of their best for the enjoyment of all.
Precinct 333 - Writen by Texas Teacher, a long-time commenter at my serious blog ZeroIntelligence.net. Well written and topical, poli/educational for the most part.
Random Penseés - Found from tracking back comments or maybe from the New Blog Showcase. Fantastic mad writing skillz. Talk about erudite - if I could write half as well...
Where the Dolphins Play - Found this one through Texas Teacher's blog. Hey, if a liberal writer can get on Precinct 333's blogroll that's good enough for me. Who am I kidding? Of course that's not enough for me. But after reading this for a couple weeks the Dolphin definitely passes the SBD Blogroll Getin On Challenge.
Willow Tree - I tracked back Rachel Ann from comments and then promptly forgot about her (gimme a break, I been distracted lately!). She politely reminded me and even went so far as to turn on her syndication feed just for me. You just can't beat service like that!
Ilyka needs help. She's looking for your opinion of what a Centrist is. Where do you think a Centrist on the big issues? Chime in at her place in the comments.
It's the final challenge in Survivor Blogosphere Edition Part Two. The contestants are running neck and neck. On one side is detailed verbosity, on the other shocking brevity. Who will win?
The default submission email address for the Bestofme Symphony (bestofme@jpeacock.net) has been shut down. If you mail to it you'll get an auto reply saying that submissions can't be taken at that address anymore. Basically it's been getting to an unhandleable (is that a real word?) spam load (that sounds vaguely dirty, doesn't it? "spam load". i like it). It started getting viruses. Today it started receiving regular targeted attacks from an email server somewhere out there. It was past time to put that old submission address out of its misery.
From this point forward the submissions for a particular week will go to the email address that the host specifies. For this week they should go to gcruse at netscape dot com. The submission address will be sent out in the Bestofme Reminder mailings. I recommend that you join the list if you haven't already so you won't miss where to send your submissions.
Now for the really big announcement:
The Bestofme Symphony is Moving
This is unrelated to the item above. I've been too busy to give the Symphony the attention it deserves. I've neglected to get reminder emails out several times, most notably the past two weeks in a row. I've just got too much going on at the moment.
Fortunately for the Symphony (and all y'all) Gary Cruse has agreed to take custody. Y'all know Gary from his blog The Owner's Manual and from the many Symphonies that he has hosted. In fact, I think he's posted more than I have at this point.
I'll be cleaning up Symphony posts here to point over to Gary's place. Please help me to spread the word about the move as well as the new submission method.
No, really. I'm serious.
(Hat tip to Dopple-G)
The 31st Bestofme Symphony is up at WetWired. Join Pylorns and crew for a bite sized cruise of the best in the Blogosphere.
Next week's post extravaganza will be hosted by The Owner's Manual.
Hosting: Would you like to host the Symphony? Send me a note and I'll get you on the schedule.
Submit to the Symphony: Want to be a part of next week's edition? Check out this post for submission help. Entries should always be sent to bestofme@jpeacock.net regardless of who the Symphony host is.
Spread the word: Webloggers, how about some linky love? Just think of how happy your readers would be if you gave them a path to such a wonderful reading selection.
Email Reminders: If you'd like to be sent a reminder about the Symphony, join the mailing list. There's one email sent on Thursday or Friday to remind you to submit for the next Symphony and one on Monday with the location of the newly posted Symphony.
Due to the special holiday schedule (i.e. because your dumbass Symphony coordinator neglected yet again to put the reminder up) the Bestofme Symphony will be posted tomorrow instead of today.
Take advantage of this extra day to send in those submissions. Send them to bestofme@jpeacock.net and they'll be in Tomorrow's edition at WetWired.
The only requirements are that you think the post is good and that it be at least 2 months old. It doesn't even have to be from your own blog. It just can't get any simpler!
The basics of the Bestofme Symphony.
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We got a bunch of new contacts that just got their premier emails today. They're pretty standard so have all recieved the basic first contact mail (with fine print disclaimer of course).
From: MagszHmmm... Where do i start? With the truth> My ride is a big time Hooptie!!ha
I really enjoy watching the show and my friends and family are always making fun of my ride. The running joke is i should get my ride on your show or leave it on the street. ha ha ha I have a white 92 Nissan Pathfinder. Its pretty banged up in regards to the body and the insides could use some work BUT i love that i dont have a car note. This is too funny but here it goes... My door on the drivers side is falling off. The head light is broken and hanging off but i tape on it. My leather seats have holes and the middle thing you put stuff in is broken. It gets worst-etc etc... and yes its a little embarrassing> okay alot embarrassing.. My friends all have nice cars and they think i should get a new car because im expecting a child. I thought it would be fun to get my special hooptie pimped because she's been good to me... Peace and Love
Magalye
Mags sounds like she's got a sense of humor. I like that. Plus, she's expecting so she'll have that special glow. Send us a picture, Magalye!
No, wait. That's exactly wrong.
Everybody into the pool!
This hit is a bit different from the rest. Instead of asking me to pimp his ride, Charlie's looking for me to hire him as a ride pimper.
From: CharlieHey Guys,
I’m an ordinary car stereo installer from the east coast, (NJ) who moved out to CA for the ultimate dream, to be a custom car stereo installer. I just got done watching you’re show MTV Pimp My Ride and decided to drop you guys a line. What do I have do loose right? Well everyone knows that the west coast is where it’s at when it comes to custom. I’ve been worken at national retail chains doing the regular deck slams (Boring) when I was back on the east coast Circuit City I went from being an installer to a manager in three years and all that was just a mess of paperwork and got away from what I was striven for being a custom installer. I know you guys are plenty busy and may even not read this e-mail but I would love to apprentice with your company I do a little custom work here and there but my area of expertise is in wiring electronics and security. I currently live about 3 hrs. north of la but am willing to relocate. Even if you do not have any openings but could drop be a line or two about the LA area and where if any is custom apprentice work may be needed in CA . Well thanks a lot for taken the time out of you’re busy day to read this e-mail.
I look forward to hearing from you soon Charlie
Now seeing as I'm due to be unemployed in a bit under a month I'm not willing to bank up on bad employment mojo at the moment. So instead of leading this fellow on I'll just go straight for the photo request.
I was one of those supremely irritating kids who never had to study in order to get A's and B's. I was a knowledge sponge who could absorb and regurgitate in the manner preferred by the US scholastic method and I did it without batting an eye. Whatever I didn't pick up in class was usually pretty easy to figure out or bullshit through. Until second year French anyway.
I didn't get French. It didn't just come to me the way math, science or history did. I didn't understand the rules for genders of words (What do you mean "dog" is female? It's got balls for Chrissake!) and I just didn't care to learn them. Verb tenses, weird spelling, variable pronouns, second person plural possessive1...I hated it all. Because I was lazy and it didn't sort and file into the brain sponge like everything else did. Who needed French anyway? It would only be a few years until everybody who mattered was speaking English2.
Well, as you can imagine I didn't apply myself to French and the results were fairly predictable. When I managed to pay attention in class I might squeak in a B or two but I was generally a C student in the Tongue of Love3. I suppose it was inevitable that the unthinkable would happen. I, Jim Peacock, knowledge sponge, achiever of the effortless A's and B's, I got a D on a test. My world shattered.
Neither did I and this is a good thing because 12.6 million people didn't march on Washington yesterday and if you heard about it that would mean that the press was doing a worse job than usual at making stuff up. They did march in Hong Kong though and you probably didn't hear about that either.
Not 12.6 million of course - they don't have that many people there. But the number of Hong Kong residents that rallied are proportional to 12.6 million Americans, if our populations were equivalent. Simon has the scoop and an excellent commentary about it.
Jenny Turpish thinks I'm a hippie. At least her 20 Questions to a Better Personality quiz seems to think so.
You are an SECF--Sober Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a hippie. You are passionate about your causes and steadfast in your commitments. Once you've made up your mind, no one can convince you otherwise. Your politics are left-leaning, and your lifestyle choices decidedly temperate and chaste.You do tremendous work when focused, but usually you operate somewhat distracted. You blow hot and cold, and while you normally endeavor on the side of goodness and truth, you have a massive mean streak which is not to be taken lightly. You don't get mad, you get even.
Please don't get even with this web site.
I gotta seriously disagree about being a hippie. Sure I'm not opposed to the occasional toke o' the green but I haven't done that in many a year. Yeah, I prefer old t-shirts with holes in them and sweat pants cut down to shorts. But I do NOT wear Birkenstocks. My sandals are the seven dollar Wal-Mart variety.
She's wrong about the not getting mad part too. I do get mad. Then I get even.
Bwah hah hah hah hah!!!
(Snatched from BigWig)
Barbie dumped Ken and is now diddling Blaine, an Aussie surfer. Now look at this picture and tell me this doesn't look like a gal just a bit past her dance club days snagging some sweet teen meat.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
(Found at Jen's place)
Our little Lemur Girl says goodbye as Jimmie tosses her unceremoniously from Blogtiki island. Is he a hopeless cad or a diabolical genius? Next week will decide that as we're now down to the last two contestants on Survivor: Blogosphere Edition.
