Caulk is cheap

Here’s the original(1966):

Otis Redding took a stab at it(1967):

David Bowie loved it too(1974)

And that bitch Cher always thinks she knows better(1976):

Then along comes Amii and she makes it into one of the best songs in the world!(1979)

I thought about posting the pics from the 5th party (that’s today’s party, not the fifth party) but then think I shouldn’t post pics of people I know without their permission(I suppose I could ask them but that sounds weird). You get an inside pic instead.

For generic fun in the sun, I give you the Pet Shop Boys:

Gay marriage is a slippery slope:

Especially if you marry this guy…

Thank God there’s always this option:

You start with a bad song (by the Velvelettes):

and Bananarama makes it better:

Okay; it’s still shitty.

The result of an errant flick of a ciggie:

Thankfully, with a quick patch, the pool is good to go. And here’s my fashion choice for watching the pool refill (cos I got nothing better to do):

Pre-party preparations are a bitch.

Smoke ‘em while you got ‘em, bitches.  You get a do over:

Watch out for those silver tongued bastards:

Sometimes someone does it better (sorry Sean and Carly):

No, sorry, that’s why I come here.

Anyway, my top ten clicks (the links that visitors to my blog actually clicked to read or see more):

10. I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER?

9. Mitt Romney’s sons’ (now defunct) Five Brothers blog

8. Cats that look like Hitler

7. Kevin and Patrick’s Blog

6. Pic of eastern European oil wrestlers

5. Pic of some guy wearing high heels trying to win Hannah Montana tickets

4. Craig Romney’s myspace page

3. Marc Bartolomeo’s website

2. Forgotten Beatitudes (the Quaker’s blog)

and finally…

1. A pic of Mother Teresa

Draw your own conclusions.

(title stolen directly from CwC)

A couple of days ago, Mother calls with news that a mouse has invaded her house. She threatened that she couldn’t stay there (implied: I’ll come stay with you) knowing that there is a mouse on the loose. That shit ain’t happening so I set traps around her house. No luck. Either the mouse didn’t like the digs and vamoosed or it is really clever. In my last ditch effort to keep Mother out of chez moi, I let kitteh #1 (the bunneh/bird/chipmunk killer) go stay with her.

At my house, kitteh #1 is a big pussy. He hasn’t slept in that chair (in the pic) since #3 moved in three years ago. I don’t blame him. #3 is a badass. She had a hardscrabble life before I took her off the streets and she doesn’t take shit from anyone, especially not some weenie trust fund kitteh that has never had a minute’s worth of problems in his life. She’s serious, bitches:

Anyway, Mother called tonight and said Mr. Man is loving life in his new surroundings. He’s finally quit looking over his shoulder waiting for the next attack and has relaxed (I do miss him, though). And if that mouse is still there, it’s history.

(and yeah, I know I’ve posted these pics before but teh kittehs like these the best)

So many of my musical faves of the eighties failed to live up to their potential. Their debut albums were chock full of great music but then they proceeded directly to Selloutville (or Ranoutofideas City).

First example: A Flock of Seagulls. I Ran and Space Age Love Song are classic New Wave hits. Here is the first single from their followup album:

I’ve got nothing against welding but wtf?.

And don’t get me started on Naked Eyes. “Promises, Promises” is on my top ten list of favorite 80s songs. What happened?:

I wanted to know what (in the name of God) they were thinking.

The same goes for Scritti Politti. After the brilliance of Cupid and Psyche, I expected such great things. Instead, I got this shit:

The Tupamaros got a platinum card (all right)
I got a heart of gold and it’s time to get hard (and I like it)

HUH? Sorry. Boom! You suck.