Quote of the Day
"Homophobes aren't going to hell, like they often say their perceived opponents are. Rather they are in hell, and they prolong their stay with each hateful act, word, and thought." — Rob Delaney
Hypocrisy, Thy Name is NOM
Newt Gingrich would like to remind everybody that that marriage is between one man and one woman whom you abandon riddled with cancer on her hospital bed while you fuck the shit out of your mistress whom you later marry and cheat on with a third woman while screaming with Godly moral outrage about the infidelities of the president.
And NOM's Brian Brown, one of the nation's leading "defenders of marriage," an allegedly devout Catholic for whom divorce is forbidden, is raising money to make Gingrich president. Brian Brown: "Everybody is allowed to fuck anybody they want, married or not, as long as they tell Jeebus: 'My bad!' after every adulterous encounter. But not homos. Definitely not homos. They belong to Satan."
Too Delicious
That Rick Perry Ad Is Starting to Make Sense Now
Pushing Back Against Teh St00pid
I too approve of this message.
Thursday Critters Holiday Blowout Sale (NSFW)
(Reminds me of the sorts of things I'd stumble across about a half mile northeast of Wohler Bridge in the late 80s. Ah, memories…)
(I personally think my Ben pulls off this look much better…but then, I'm biased.)
WTF?
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"Artifacts in the background where the planet was on the previous day," my ass. I'm going with a cloaked alien survey ship.
And wouldn't that be amazing?
"Everyone wants to do it and not think about the bad feces pudding."
How Twisted Is It…
…that after the last week with temps dipping into the single digits, I now consider 36℉ "warm?"
Oh For Chrissake…
Hurry up and die already, you ignorant, bigoted old fuck!
Nope, Not Gay.
Not gay at all.
Which reminds me…
Tuesday Dance Party: T-Connection – On Fire
Another song I strongly associate with Mr. Kelly…
Tuesday Ink
Opportunity Not Missed
This Ruined My Nap
Fire Might Not Work
Yikes!
This desert rat doesn't know from 8 degrees, but he's loving it!
My mom was born and raised in Wisconsin. As a young man, my dad resided in New York. Both have lived with snow and cold weather. But nothing in my own experience has prepared me for days and days of living, working, and driving in it.
Surprisingly, I think I'm adapting pretty well (a few incidents notwithstanding). Of course, I'm not stuck outside waiting for a bus every morning like my Ben, but it seems that much as in Phoenix when the temperature goes over 110 it starts to feel all the same, when the temp here drops below freezing, it works pretty much the same way.
The barely-used fleece-lined jacked I purchased about a dozen years ago (for the color, not its supposed warmth—I was living in San Francisco at the time) does live up to its advertised qualities, and has kept me comfortable enough through this that I don't foresee having to replace it with anything else.
Quote of the Day
"Newt Gingrich's mind is in love with itself. It has persuaded itself that it is brilliant when it is merely promiscuous. This is not a serious mind. Gingrich is not, to put it mildly, a systematic thinker. His mind is a jumble, an amateurish mess lacking impulse control. He plays air guitar with ideas, producing air ideas. He ejaculates concepts, notions and theories that are as inconsistent as his behavior. He didn't get whiplash being a serial adulterer while impeaching another serial adulterer, a lobbyist for Freddie Mac while attacking Freddie Mac, a self-professed fiscal conservative with a whopping Tiffany's credit line, and an anti-Communist Army brat who supported the Vietnam War but dodged it." – Maureen Dowd
Agreed.
Awesomeness
Charlie Chaplin's speech in "The Great Dictator." Give it a listen, you won't regret it.
Monday Dance Party: Brothers Johnson – Strawberry Letter 23
I first bought this record (also pressed on red vinyl) in the fall of 1977. The sleeve was scented strawberry. Well played, A&M. Well played.
Mirror Monday (NSFW)
Trust Me
Trust me, I'm the man that will probably land you in the most danger you have ever experienced, ever. This may include: extermination, deletion, the loss of your daughter, your daughter melting, and you falling hopelessly in love with me and me not reciprocating. In addition, if you're named Rory you'll probably die seven or so times, I'll steal your girlfriend, you'll turn gay for me, your planet will explode, you'll turn into adipose, you'll crash into the sun, you'll get killed by Kryptonites while I reference Harry Potter, and you'll basically have to run fucking everywhere. So yeah…you can totally trust me. Even if you don't you'll probably be drawn in by your curiosity to find my eyebrows or by an inexplicable desire to fuck me.
And you won't regret a moment of it.
Sunday Dance Party: Universal Energy – Universal Energy
This record was a pain in the ass to get back in 1978; even moreso when I went to replace it in 2005…