John Kerry is coming to Springfield, OH Thursday night. I got my tickets, I’m driving into town, picking up my sister in law and friend Bev.

Anyone else local going?

How moronic is GWB or how moronic do his people know he is? He SAID we’re not gonna win the war on terror in bus interview with Matt Lauer while driving through Ohio, but we can make it uncomfortable for “them” to exist, he SAID it. I saw it. (his slumping posture certainly didn’t impress me either)

Now they have his WIFE is on the TV today to undo it, trying to explain what he “really meant” by that, and that he misspoke and that wasn’t what he meant at all and what he MEANT to say was…

You think she ever just cringes when he opens his mouth? I know the country does.

The new Sony Walkman is out, a 20 GB music player wit 120 hours of battery life about the same size as the iPod. Sounds pretty impressive, need to look up the stats and reviews (like I’d ever ditch my iPod, shyeah right) too bad the ads don’t make it at all attractive.

The for some reason decided to take Apple’s lead of having people singing cover songs listening to the player – and made the person Macy Gray, possibly the worst singer/retard/dope fiend/weirdo out of rehab currently work ing music industry thanks probably to some Music Agent running into her singing for smack on the street.

If she could sing, remotely it’s would be a better ad. Too bad it’s not.

You can see the video for yourself in all it’s crapulence in the link above, and with some clicking around here (damn Flash and absence of direct links!)

I think Sony also jumped on the Mp3 player bandwagon YEARS too late to ever “kill” the iPod.

Their days as THE mobile music appliance company is over. They have a huge monster to fight now, and we all know how the Japanese respond to big mucking monsters.

MountainDew Pitch Black , i have to say, is pretty dang tasty.

Now, it could be the antibiotic dehydration talking, but I likes it! I really do!

It’s a grape soda, to me tasting much like grape NeHi (a very grapey old time soda before Faygo etc… but with that Mountain Dew kick. To be fair I liked the Code Red and Orange one too, but not the original so much.

I drank down the 20oz bottle before I got done grocery shopping, which is something I never do. I usually just sip it, and then drink the rest on the way home and after unpacking. I also bought a two liter of it while shopping and slugged down TWO BIG glasses at dinner tonight – again not something I usually do.

As of late I have been after new soda kicks, so very tired of Diet pepsi all the time, so anything different is automatically better.

Anyway, at this point, with my sudden prolific preference for it, I’m leaning towards saying the “Mountain Dew kick” might be in fact be Crack.

Though, I am slightly concerned the fizzy foam after pouring is decidedly blue. That kinda scares me, so I guess the Halloween theme of it’s website kinda fits.

Springfield’s answer to Conan O’Brien’s feature

Or so he’d LIKE you think.

Enjoy a gallery of bad acting to signing endeavors… or perhaps you’d like to see the genre jump from the other direction.

This is all about Celebrating the Unity of Your Eyebrows

How to frighten children in two ways: Apegrapes The most famous Midget Clown (there are less famous ones?)

Sir Mixalot’s ode to the gluteus maximus, in latin

The mother of all dislcaimers

All girls are calledthis at one point, finally a site that celebrates it.

Flash back: Gallery of vintage toy ads – btw, I am having a hard time relizing MY toys are now “vintage” (Vintage is defined at 30+ years)

I think that’s enough for one day.

Team America: World Police is a quandary for me.

1: It’s by the South Park guys, and sure to be hilarious and possibly brilliant.

2: It uses marionettes, and sure to give me the creepy ickies. I really hate marionettes, but thankfully, is not YET is not full out phobia for me.

(* = with apologies to Anne Frank)

This morning I went out to dump the trash and quickly ran back in. I told Poppaman that we had to hide immediately, men were on the street a few doors down and were approaching the house. They might have seen me! We had to be careful for it was early day and our every move could be seen if we were not careful. We switched off all the lights and the broadcast we were watching and took up posts by the curtained windows.

We, frozen in fear, breathlessly peered under the entry room curtains as now four men, all neatly dressed and working in pairs, went door to door. The neighborhood was still, no one was answering their call if anyone was home. They were probably as we were, hovering in the dark trying to disappear.

We watched them slowly work their way closer and closer to our door. When they were walking towards our house we dashed to the hiding place, the bathroom off the main hall and peered through yet another set of curtains at our unwelcome visitors approach. These were of a thinner material and we could see out through them without lifting the edges and safely not be seen in our hideaway tucked safely away in the shadows.

As soon as their hands knocked the door, Mags, our faithful guardian barked out her blind fury at them. They stood on the step many moments before finally turning away.

Once they were out of sight Poppaman and I embrace in tears, fearful they might hear us and turn back. Finally, when the coast is clear, we step out again into the main room as if freed from long imprisonment. Our knees shake from standing so long in a confined space. We blink painfully at the sunlight streaming in the window as we peek out into the street. Truly, they were gone. We cried out in joy, clinging to each other gratefully. We escaped them once more. We don’t say it, but we know our time willcome. There will be a day when they will not go way.

Perhaps someday everyone one in the world can watch a weekend gardening show without being bothered by Jehovah Witnesses. I hope I live to be old enough to see that day.

Cursing & Tetris – Finally a game I can really sink my teeth into.

A simple Haiku can’t tell you how much I love these things, it’s just not normal to like tortillas without even any sauces or toppings as much as I like these. Absolutely great chips on their own.

Pennsic XXXIII: A Night Owl’s Gallery has some awesome pictures… do look.

In searching for something unrelated I discovered Kinja.

It appears to use rss feeds to make you your own homepage of the latest entries to all your blog favorites all in one place. Very neat. I’ve always wanted to use a newsreader and this looks like it’s way simpler and cooler than most I’ve looked at since it also provides a nice homepage for blog addicts… here’s mine.

Today I bought the Best of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog DVD at Target for $14.

I know you’ve heard “I laughed until I cried” before from people, I actually did. Having pneumonia again, I was literally out of air I was laughing so hard. My god, that was true pain. It was great!

It has, of course, the Star Wars Movie line segment, which is quite possibly one of the funniest things put to video by itself (We scifi con geeks do have a huge sense of humor about our innate geekiness witnessed by no one getting mad at his hilarious insults but laughing right along. It’s actually played at con “media rooms” now all over the country. We love to make fun of ourselves, well… the guy next to us who is a MUCH bigger nerd that WE are or could ever be… but it also has TWO of the Westminster dog show segments. And Kudos to the guys from Bon Jovi for having a GREAT sense of humor, they were eating it up, and having fun all the way. Nice to see some celebs can take a joke.

Dear god, the US Surgeon General needs to put a warning on that DVD as a menace to the public health. Just like packs of cigarettes.

And for god’s sake don’t eat during it! I’m hoping that rice will come out of my sinuses at some point this next week.

So I was watching some of the Olympic coverage, and men’s beach volleyball is on. Now let it never be said Aussie men in shorts in their native habitat (on a beach) is not a beautiful thing… but why such a disparity of game costume (for lack of a better word) between the sexes?

The Men vs The Women

It’s not like running or swimming where the suits have to be skimpy and tight to cut on resistance and drag. In track both sexes practically wear the same outfit, much like what the women in beach volleyball wear.

And why isn’t this picture and bunch of others like it in this gallery considered bad taste? I guess we know all the sports photographers are male eh? There are more female teammate hugging, butt grabbing and wedgie shots than action ones. What no male butt shots? Oh thats right… the big shorts… you know I bet the women would play better if they didn’t have to pick their crack free every 30 seconds or play in a permanent state of Wedgie. (And who’s hand is on her butt anyway?)

I protest this inequity of dress! If the men get wedgie tankinis and buttcrack bingo we girls should AT LEAST get the guys playing shirtless! Write your Olympic committees! Write GWB! Write the media! Write your fifth grade teacher! No fair!

– if you continue through the forum thread you’ll find even more cows…

Of course, the older adopt a cow version has more… but they aren’t as nice looking.

Click above to enlarge

Why this poster won’t be printed.

So grab the graphic, print a few and spread them around town.

This article is talking about the war tribunals starting up and finally trying Gitmo detainees.

This section kinda has me thinking:

Okay: Aussie David Hicks joined Islam, and al Qaeda, AFTER 9-11

1: How is he responsible for what happened on 9-11?

2: How did he FIND al Qaeda after 9-11? We can’t seem to find more than a few at time, and yet he found a camp?

3: Why are we trying him exactly?

1. I discovered moderndog Magazine on my Doctor’s racks today (BTW, I have pneumonia again! Ah the joy of camping in a cold wet summer!) The mag is kinda like Vogue meets Dog Fancy. The fashionable mod set will like it. I might actually try a year for kicks. It’s well designed unlike some of the other pet magazines and is nice to look at.

2. You know I’m a whore for the Smithsonian magazine, I plug it all the time, now you can see what I love about it. Get it (or give it) for $12 a year – that $1 an issue. Try it I bet you’ll love it like I do. Some folks I know will definitely be getting this for xmas this year. Also, warm fuzzies all around as the SI rocks.

3. Oh, yeah, my article is still out on shelves in Beadwork Magazine’s Aug/Sept 2004 issue… hint hint… you can get it till the end of September.

George Bush hates you.

“Fair pay” my ass.