That’s an understatement.

Sheriff denies Jackson charge of rough treatment .

What a complete loon. He actually HURT himself for the media cameras.

We were leaving Target today, and there was a bunch of sparrows darting in and out of the row of carts.

Sparrows have always been one of my favorite birds, and I told Mr Man a news story from years ago I saw on TV.

They don’t know how it got there, but an American Sparrow found it’s way to England. The news video showed a hundred old men in tweed and flat caps with binoculars spying this little brown and tan american bird. Brits are big bird watchers and this little bird was celebrity.

I told him at the time I thought that would have been a great kid’s book, like “An American Sparrow in London” or something, about a little sparrow’s valiant flight to England and his sights along the way. (Probably would be 22 pages of descriptions of a cargo plane, but you get the idea…

“No,” he says “It’d be a better movie.” He proceeds to start rolling off possible film titles, and I present them only some of them here because I was laughing so hard that I was gagging for air so I forget most of them now.

American Sparrow Beyond Thunderdome
American Sparrow versus Rodan
American Sparrow and the Temple of Doom
Interview with An American Sparrow
American Sparrow in Fly Hard
American Sparrow Bloodsport
Driving American Sparrow

One of my best pals from an old employer that no longer exists, Jami Anderson, was nominated for a GRAMMY for packaging for Adrienne Young’s album!

HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT???

Check out Jami’s site.
Here’s a pic of Jami with Adrienne. Jami’s in the cool hat. She was always our office fashion plate.

Check out Adrienne’s site (also by Jami) and while there, be sure to go to her Music Section and give her a listen. She’s Appalachian bluegreassy country kinda stuff.

No, didn’t watch it. But this caught my attention:Norway’s entrant has been accused of being immensely talented, even slated to possibly win it all, but alas they say he’s “ugly”.

Does he look ugly to you?

Okay, I don’t think he is. I think he’s a good looking guy. And isn’t talent supposed to count for something? They called Kurt the Norge a Hobbit, A HOBBIT!

I think this guy looks more like a hobbit personally… but I don’t think he’s ugly either. (The Hobbits in the hew movies were all pretty cute if you ask me, however they might be thinking the Rankin-Bass animated hobbits and not the Elijah Wood generation.)

In fact, there is not a bad looking one of the group.

People tick me off.

U.S. thinks infected cow came from Canada

Sing Blame Canada! with me now!

“No one wants to say they lived through the nerd riots of 2004.”

Another stellar PVP. As always.

My pal Broom got me this Rizzo the Rat for christmas! YAY! I love Rizzo. He rocks.

In order, my favorite Muppets are:

Grover
Super Grover
Rizzo
Kermit
Gonzo (with chickens)
Beeker
Swedish Chef
Fozzie
The old guys in the balcony
Miss Piggie
Sweetums

Above is the new icons for the Adobe products (these are from the CS Professional Suite). I hate them. Could they be any more Blah?

Can YOU pic out Photoshop out of that assembly? Or illustrator?

They’ve spent 15 years training you to go for Botticelli’s Venus for Illustrator, or the eye/lens for Photoshop that now looking at my dock, I have NO idea what is what now. (not to mention the fact that since the irtems on the white squares are smaller than the icon space they are DINKY TINY one my reduced doc, and I have to really look for them to even see them.

The new icons are shapes of a item filled with pictures of that item, feathers in a feather outline, flower in a flower outline… lame. Sorry.

I have to remember that Photoshop is ONE feather, and ImageReady is TWO feathers, that Illustrator is now a flower… and so on… kill me now.

I am SO changing all my icons for these as soon as I find the right ones to replace them with. I wonder if I can talk Ged and the boys at Iconfactory into making neat ones to replace them with.

MANTIES RAID!!!!!!!

Click Santa for a Holiday Tune!
Right Click to save please!

I wish I could have done more of these this season, but pneumonia is a butt kicker - I just never felt like it.

Mr man and I have dine our gift exchange, and he gave me a $200 spending spree at IKEA in Shaumberg, IL, and so a road trip with my brother and sister in law is now in the cards for early 2004. YAY!

On my shopping list: this table (see the second view, sweet)

What did he get from me? It was a Lord of the Rings Christmas.

Yeah, he was really happy.

Merry Christmas from me and Mr Man, and the fur gang

Snowglobe… in a mouse… OH if someone is in Japan, PLEASE let me know… I must have this…

Apple sold 1.79 iPods per minute in 2003

“Law & Order: An Adventure to Color - remember fresh blood is Vermillion and old blood is Brick Red.

The Spirit of Christmas was made by Trey Parker and Matt Stone that lead to the Southpark as a series.

A must see.

After spending over an hour at Urinal Dot Net I figured I should post it. I blame the pneumonia and a decided lack of oxygen as a result.

I have to admit though, on behalf of my gender, that we as a whole have a sordid fascination with men’s room’s and urinals. (Just as I know some folks :::cough::ave:::cough::: have a similar fascination with Ladies rooms.) Not that you have them, but you willingly stand there and do it together out in the open like that.

I mean, we girls will talk through the walls in a public restroom. We talk before, during and after. It’s a collaborative effort, and that’s completely OK, but you DO it alone.

Whereas men will stand shoulder to shoulder, inches away, unhindered most times by any sort of privacy walling… close enough they could make eye contact and yet will stare at the ceramic tile directly ahead.

(I’m lead to understand making any sort of acknowledgment you are in fact nearly touching another human being with your willy hanging out for inspections is completely bad form and likely to warrant an ass kicking.)

Ahhh, the allure of the offlimit offal room of opposite sex… so full of biological, social and decorative mysteries.

I often find it interesting how the rooms get designed in regards to the doorway.

You don’t dare design a ladies room to let anyone see more than a sink from the outside when he door is open. Yet, I’ve seen men’s rooms where I could look right in and see a guy doing his business at the wall.

That’s a funny story actually.

So, there we were at a wings place on UD campus after a meeting (I hate wings, not my choice), with a few friends of mine. ALL us girls had to go so we all stood in line together. There were three women and one of their husbands, who decided it was more fun to stand with u s than sit alone. He’s cool that way.

Being a sports bar and a wing joint, and primarily a ‘man zone’ the ladies room was only a “one seater”. We waited our turn in the tight hallway that only led to both bathrooms.

As I’m waiting my turn, a man squeezes by us and enters the men’s room. The door opens wide to show the entire room. Three urinals and two stalls, two sinks. The guy who passed us went into a stall, past a guy at a urinal about 10 feet away.

Being that we never see such rooms, unless it’s a walk in accident (I’m not the most observant person sometimes) we were looking, Okay, we were gawking. We were amazed that the door showed the entire room like that.

The closer on the door was very slow so the door took seemingly forever to close. Just then the man at the urinal looks over and obviously in shock that two strange women are watching him pee. You could even see his butt cheeks clench up at the thought.

Caught red handed as it were, I did what comes naturally to a complete goofus like me.

I raise my hand and slap on a huge smile and wave “Hiya!” just as the door finally swings shut. My friends were aghast and began to laugh.

I have to say the look on his face as the door closed was priceless, as was the look on his face as he practically shot out of the bathroom a few minutes later trying his hardest to not make eye contact with ANY of us, especially not me.

We laughed again, this time so hard we felt really guilty that we were probably giving the guy a condition.

I have to wonder if anyone has a ladies room webpage, but somehow I think that would bring a lot of trouble… women don’t take to cameras in the bathroom very well. (I looked it up on google and all I got hits for were porn sites… surprise.)

Had to brave the mall to get one gift certificate for a relative at Bath & Body Works.

I dunno if anyone has noticed, but that place smells like a three week dead french whore. It certainly doesn’t help that a scented candle ring of hell is next door. If there’s one thing I hate more than a prissy stink shop it’s scented candles.

As soon as I walked in it was like the oxygen was replaced with rancid fruity scented asbestos. It became an obstacle course of people spraying crap into the air, depleting the room of it’s oxygen and… and the coughing started. I could TASTE the smelly crap as I coughed up the junk in my lungs. I was actually doubled over the counter hacking up a lung telling her to hurry up and ring my card so I could get the hell out of there.

Now, remember, I am just getting over pneumonia - this is NOT a place to go to with that. I seriously felt as if I was gonna die in body fragrance hell. They should put a sign on that place.

15 minutes later walking towards the car I could STILL smell the junk on me. Phew. Gag.

Peter David says: “I don’t understand anti-Semitism. Ninety percent of this country worships a dead Jew. You’d think there’d be more courtesy shown to the ones who are still alive.”

Everything Sucks is a lot of fun to read, I especially found myself snorting at the post “Jimmy Fallon Must Be Stopped”.

Read the rest while you are there. You’ll be glad you did.

“ucks more than the vacuum of deep space.”