What you sick people come here for

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)

Kitteh mercenary

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)

When teh 80s let me down

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.

Propaganda, stimulus packages, taxes and Donald Duck

This is all kinds of interesting (from 1943):

(h/t the Tax Foundation)

Because I had two more pictures (or It’s my blog, bitches, I can do what I like)

And a kicker:

Hot diggity (now I’m stimulated)

Do you remember me whining about not getting a stimulus check? Well either I don’t understand the IRS, I’m stupid or it’s a mistake, but I got a $600 check from teh government (and a $5 rebate check from Ace Hardware) in the mail today. Fanfuckingtabulous! You bet your sweet ass I’ll stimulate the economy.

And is it wrong that I know this song?

Summertime: Rules for living

It’s summer, bitches. Make up your own rules.

Johns in popular music

Superdave reminded me of this ultra butch song about a guy named John (but then anything Johnny Cash sang about was pretty butch).

Androgyny + John works in a song too:

And then this bitch questions John’s manhood:

Speaking of questionable manhoodiness…(where is Steve Guttenberg when you need him? I’m sure he’d know the answer):

And I suffered through my high school years with this song (with a Bollywood twist, just for fun):

I can has Jr Bacon Cheezburger?

Me waiting at Wendy’s. This is it for the flesh, bitches. I’m cereal. And that shit in the back of teh Dakota is Mother‘s old windows. Replacement Pellas are in. Tomorrow is dump day.

Sunnyside up (or Glass half full)

While Jamie (in his new digs) continues to prepare for the end of the world, there are some upsides to $4/gallon gas, something I’ve noted before. Two things I wouldn’t have thought of: fewer fat people and fewer people dying on the road .

Obesity:

…for every dollar increase in the average real price of gas, overweight and obesity levels in the United States would decline by 16 percent after seven years. [The] study also attributes the outward expansion of American waistlines between 1979 and 2004 in part to falling prices. Similar research published in the European Journal of Public Health found that European countries with higher gasoline prices tend to have lower rates of obesity.

Safer roads:

This past Memorial Day, normally a time when American drivers swarm the country’s interstates and police expect large numbers of accidents, many states reported that traffic deaths were the lowest in years. For instance, North Carolina saw just five traffic fatalities over Memorial Day weekend, down from 19 in 2007. Ohio experienced its lowest number of accidents in 38 years, and other states reported similar declines.

Price changes behaviour. Who knew?

(h/t Greg Mankiw’s Blog)