Forget the obvious politics here for a sec, but there’s something about Putin’s head here that just kinda makes me giggle, especially when you put with it either the theme from Jaws or “The Imperial March” from The Empire Strikes Back:



[Ganked from tailfeather at ButterCup Punch, who in turn ganked it from BoingBoing]

I share with you now a quote from a commenter on Gawker re: a 20 year-old girl who goes to a party filled with a bunch of high-profile NYC bloggers and gets her idealist cherry popped:

Wish I’d have thought to put on my failsafe feel-good tunage today, because I couldn’t for life of me get fired up about ANYTHING I was doing. Now it’s slightly ass o’clock in the morning and I got my wiggle on. I’ve also gotten into this really bad habit of eating well after normal people, and I have a feeling it’s going to make me look worse in the swimsuit I just bought (and yes, Girlie, it’s a real swimsuit) than I’m already anticipating. (Did y’all know Amazon sells other things besides books? I swear, it’s like a mini mall over there!) But! notice that I said “bought”—not only did I get my check early, but it was much bigger than I was expecting, so now with it being a three-check month and all, I’m going to be caught up on my bills for the first time in a couple months AND be able to buy stuff indiscriminately! Well Ok, not indiscriminately exactly, but at least I’ll be able to have some fun, ferchrissakes, especially seeing that next weekend is BUS DEMOLITION! weekend, complete with a Railcats hot-tub foray again. Anyone up for joining the festivities should hit me up for the deets.

Other things taking up space in my melon lately include the following:

-- Roger Ebert had a cool conversation going on his blog last week about the movies people can’t watch more than once because of the reactions they invoke. For him, it’s Wit, which makes sense because of the whole cancer thing; for me, it’s Marvin’s Room, but not because of the cancer but rather the pudding-headed father; and Requiem for a Dream because of its sheer brutality. And you? What movies kick you in the emotional wang?

-- My homie JB’s woman joined the pink slip club about a month or so ago, so she’s now taking on the herculean task of watching unemployment over at this joint: Lookit. She’s awesome, so check her out.

-- It’s been total Collegepalooza over here the past couple days; first Popdose throws up three of my favorite Tracy Chapman tunes EVER, taking me back to the summer before freshman year and Poppy and me singing and living our drama, then I end up in a town where I spent a lot of time being up to no good and seeing how much it’s grown and changed the last 20 years. Weird. As much as college was overall a big crapfest for me in many ways, though, at least these things made me smile. Actually, I kinda take it back that college was a crapfest, if only because I’m not living it anymore and can see how fun a lot of the shit was, even in its craptacularness.

-- Speaking of Popdose, if you’re not checking it out religiously, you should—tons of great writing and free music to be had.

Feh. These are the ones Scott took while up there, including this one:


(©2008 Scott M. Bort, all rights reserved)

That’s what I was doing, y’all.

Anyway, the shots are gorgeous, so go check ‘em out.

Girlie’s slacking on sending me the Saturday night pics (which are magnificent acts of cyberphoto terrorism in and of themselves and you will DIE when you see them finally), so bide your time sorting through THESE beauties: Lookit. Many thanks to ButterCup Trix for this bit of 12 year-old boy humor that had me tearing up with laughter but a few minutes ago.

I just sent this to most of my Facebook homies:



Are people even allowed to Rickroll themselves? Whatever, I don’t care. Beaker is my homeboy.

see more crazy cat pics

Anyone know what the fish are on bottom? Because they ugly.

Think of trying weight-loss miracle drug Alli? You might need to read this first, although I wouldn’t recommend it because I just about shit myself from laughing—proving once again that I’m nothing if not an 11 year-old boy: Lookit [Edited to add: I think this would be an appropriate time to remind y’all of this gem, which still never fails to make me laugh when I have a ... well, you know: Lookit]

Thanks to Li’l Kate for this one.

Lets101 - Free Online Dating

that I’m not going to make it through a whole 30 days of posting? Well, I signed up for it anyway, because I’m a sheep who has constant need for approval. Also, I coded the Nabloyomama button correctly, so I’ll take that as a sign.

Oh yeah, another thing: Some of you have noticed that I’ve been keeping comments open less and less. You would be right—that’s because the spammer nazis bombard my shit with their shit every chance they get. So, in order to keep them at bay, I’m now leaving stuff opened for about a day or two. Sorry, but they suck.

You know what I can’t discuss without wanting to get completely stabby on a bitch? Herpes. That’s right: herpes. Oral, genital, wrestler, zoster, shingles, you name it, and it will not fail that I’m going to want to kill someone. Know why? Because there are too many people who’re still completely retarded about it. Yes, I know it sucks. Yes, I know it can be very, very painful for some people. Yes, I know that people shouldn’t actively pursue getting it, and I know that infected people have a sworn duty to tell their partners that they’re infected (preferably beFORE sex ever transpires). But Jeezy Creezy, could y’all stop treating it like your sexual innards are going to fall out your bodies if you even get near someone with it!?? Because they won’t. Seriously.

And another thing while I’m on a tirade: Guys (and gals too), if you break up with someone, it does NOT become the dumpee’s responsibility to enforce the breakup. It’s YOURS, because the DUMPEE does not want to break up in the first place and therefore may allow you to take advantage of their feelings, which may be great for you and your sub-par ego but really sucks for them and also makes you a giant unworthy ASS. So I don’t want to hear “Well, I TOLD him (or her) that it was over, but they wouldn’t listen. What was I supposed to do?” Once you put it down, don’t pick it back up. ‘k!??


[No, I’m actually in a very FINE mood; work’s been busy, I’m kinda sorta interested in someone, I’ve been shopping ... aside from Mother, things are really good. I’m just spouting off about some things that stick in my craw, is all. And reading a LOT of Jezebel, which you should be, too, if you’re not.]

who was not aware of the brilliance that is Squidbillies?



Early Cuyler is my new boyfriend.

Had to put the smackdown on an idiot over at my new favoritist Gawker Media creation: Lookit.

I mean, seriously. It boggles the mind.

and I totally want one:




Yes, everyone’s posting it, but with good reason.

Below is the latest myspace add I created for BtL today; it took only a half hour this time. No, I’m not giving up my day job, but I think it’s kinda funny.