Just Now...

George Bush:
It's like I always say. People love the presidency. And sometimes...they love the president.

Silence.

George Bush:
Get it?

Uproarious laughter from the journalists.

George Bush:
Heh. Heh.


Bunch of kiss asses. The press is worthless.



Pictures still coming. Probably tonight.

It's a Festivus for the Rest of Us

Tonight I am hosting a Festivus gathering at the abode of Kansas and Kara. I imagine it will be something like playing Sardines in finery. With booze.

I'm hoping there will be pictures.

There will definitely be moments worth capturing.

I'm off - cocktail weenies to marinate.

This Program is Brought to You By...

The letter "C" and the number "7".

No, that's Sesame Street. Nevermind.

So this is a little shout out to me pappy, Zenboomer (aka. apterix55). He's begun a blog expose on his adventures in Second Life. Ahhhh retirement. When complete, it'll be a 12 part mini-series. It's fascinating, and I hope he continues for more than twelve entries.

I, for one, have never been on Second Life, nor will I ever go, I think. There's too much going on in this world to start bothering with a second one. Shit...I can't even find the time to clean my apartment...what do you think my virtual apartment would look like? Exactly. So this is a good way to get answers to all those pesky questions without having to do any research whatsoever. I heart those who do the heavy lifting for me.

Anyway, if one is curious, one may check it out here. The entries are numbered in the sidebar if one is so inclined to read things in order.

And now back to your regularly scheduled program.

Why This Country's Going To Pot

One reason and one reason only...

Because Chuck Norris can sway the outcome of a presidential primary.

I don't know if everyone's seen this ad with Chuck Norris endorsing Mike Huckabee, a republican presidential candidate, but you need to. And then you need to let this fact sink in:

After this ad ran on youtube, Mr. Nobody-Mike Huckabee skyrocketed up in the polls...particularly in Iowa...where the definitive candidate will be decided upon early next year.

Shit like this is how we end up with Conan the Barbarian as the governor of California. We are OBSESSED with celebrity. This includes myself, as I will kill a good hour or two on dlisted.com every week. And you know I occasionally post a little something on the likes of Paris or Britney. But I'll tell you this right now, I haven't got a clue as to which candidate they are endorsing (if they're even aware that next year is an election year), but even if I DID, it would in no way sway my own decision! Come ON people! Think for yourself! We don't need Kanye West telling us that George Bush hates black people! We already KNOW that! We don't need Bon Jovi singing a totally unrelated "Living on a Prayer" to us at a John Kerry rally. Shit, we're AT the rally...wouldn't that make us supporters? Celebrity endorsements are idiotic! And people who are swayed by them should be prevented from reproducing! No kids for you...here, have a ferret instead! And don't even GET me started on Fred Thompson!

My, that was a bit of a rant, wasn't it. My paragraphs aren't normally that long...it's pretty obvious that feel strongly about this exceedingly important - life or death - end of the world issue. I mean, they can tell us what jeans to buy...what facial cream to apply and what hair dye to use to keep away the gray...but they need to back the fuck off from politics.

You know, I think it's a shame the term "going to pot" isn't used that much anymore. I'm not exactly sure what actually going to pot would in entail, somethinging soil, I imagine...but it's so catchy and light hearted...one just has to throw it into general conversation at times, n'est pas?

Alright...I'm taking my bruised ass to bed. I know it's early but I was up really fucking late last night. Doing Karoke. At a bar called The Old Barn. No, I don't want to talk about it.


Don't vote for this dumbass:

My Ass

Yesterday I fell down my stairs.

I walked in...hands full...shoes wet from the rain and near the bottom, my lower back landed on the edge of a single stair. I believe after that some swearing ensued.

Good news is, I've only "deeply bruised" my tailbone as opposed to breaking my back, so that's positive. Bad news is, I sit in an office all day...so that's going to suck for the next few weeks.

The worst news is...I feel like a FOOL!

Anyway, I had to go to the Urgent Care clinic to make sure there was no crackage and I worked from home today in the classic Cleopatra-style...on my side...with slave boys hand feeding me grapes.

What's amazing about women (like me, oh how I enjoy generalizing) is their ability to still have messed up perspective on things even when they're in immense amounts of pain. I couldn't stand, I couldn't sit...I couldn't lay comfortably, and yet, here's what went down with Marie on IM today:

kara: phooey. i got weighed at the dr.s last night and almost cried. some more.
kara: seriously
Marie: i think when you bruise, you weigh more. that's my medical opinion
Marie: if you think about it, stair climbing helps you lose weight. so the opposite would be true that if you go down the stairs, you gain weight
kara: wow. how would you like to be my personal physician?
Marie: so if you fell down the stairs, you gain weight super fast
kara: NICE. yes, that has to be it. there's no other reason for it.

See? Effed up.

Dissent and Why It's Wrong.

This title is misleading. I mean it that way on purpose. I think it's because I'm listening to Iggy Pop. Or maybe because I'm not wearing pants...I don't know...the influences all blend together.

Wait. I forgot that Brits read this blog on occasion.

I'm not wearing trousers. I AM wearing pants. Well, actually, they're rather like skivvy shorts. If such a thing exists. Well, it has to because I'm wearing it.

Anyway, my chores are way easier to do when I don't have a tight waistband all up in my business. And music always makes chores easier. And Kansas has these giant head crushing earphones (he's playing Halo3, the slug) so I'm rocking out with giant head crushing earrphones in a sweatshirt (ipod in el pocketo) ...skivvies...and canvas tennies (the floor is cold and I can't be bothered to find my slippers). I've told you all of this because I'm a movie junkie and setting is important. But in this case, it isn't...so ignore it.

Ready for my rant? Here it goes:
I'm an opinionated person. I know this about myself...and I make it fairly obvious to the everyone I encounter. Sometimes it's helped me, but more often than that...it's kicked me in the ass. And that's ok, you know, everyone has their thing.

Now, I love having this blog. It's my nest. I can say, do, be what I want here...which is a snarky, sarcastic little bitch...with a sense of style (ok, maybe not). I've also said before that not everyone has to agree with the things I say and do. I have an outrageous number of opinions, it stands to reason that other people do too.

As much as I love having my blog, I love having readers...and even MORE than that...I love having commenters. Now, in the few years since I've had this blog, not everyone has bowed down to the alter of condi's hair. Whatever...they'll all die young of the clap. I'm ok with people practicing dissent. Lord knows there's not enough of it going on in this country. But what I DON'T think is cool is hiding behind the term "anonymous" so that they can get their two cents in but can't be traced...because heaven forbid they be CHALLENGED on their assertions and dragged into an actual dialogue. Why, then they might have to defend their point of view. Wouldn't that just be the worst? Well, remaining anonymous implies that they cannot.

Unlike some of my fellow bloggers, I allow anonymous comments to be posted on this blog. I have several reasons for this. 1. Not all of my people are motivated enough to create an account (kansas/amy g.). 2. Unless you are grossly insulting or obscene in your remarks and/or are a spammer, you deserve to be published. Who am I to decide what should or should not be said in this vast open space that is the internet?

However, you have to understand, all you anonymous people out there, that when you are so very moved by someone's post as to respond in a negative way...you really need to grow a pair and attach an identity to it. Maybe then whatever you say can begin to carry some weight.

I'm going to go watch that show that Sue was going on about. Yes, I'm turning on the Sci-Fi Channel. Who wants to fight?