June 30, 2008
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):
9. Mitt Romney’s sons’ (now defunct) Five Brothers blog
6. Pic of eastern European oil wrestlers
4. Craig Romney’s myspace page
3. Marc Bartolomeo’s website
2. Forgotten Beatitudes (the Quaker’s blog)
1. A pic of Mother Teresa
Draw your own conclusions.
(title stolen directly from CwC)
June 29, 2008
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)
June 27, 2008
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).
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.
June 26, 2008
This is all kinds of interesting (from 1943):
(h/t the Tax Foundation)
June 25, 2008
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?