Friday, December 28, 2007
A final note....for the record, of course
Having lost my job almost 3 weeks ago, very unexpectedly I admit, and having not had the unemployment kick in, I must admit that I am beginning to panic about the rent due in Jan. Every time the money situation seems desperate it seems I begin to stock my cabinets. I found myself at the grocery store today buying all the necessaries for a full turkey dinner, to be prepared Sunday and served at 5ish (for those in the hood, this IS an invite), and the stuff to make a beef stew. So, yet again, I find myself at 9:00pm preparing beef stew for the crock pot and planning the makings of a turkey feast, all in the name of left overs, of course, in order to have food in the home as they prepare my inevitable eviction notice. My question to all is, "Am I the only one?"
Ungrateful family
Another promised post:
I spent about $150 to buy all of the ingredients to make my usual boxes of homemade baked goods that I send around the world to family and friends. I spent an additional $50 on packaging and another $167 on postage. Yet again, the ungrateful bastards didn't even acknowledge receipt of the baked goods...........and I continue to do this why?????
Every year I get the same question from family and friends about whether or not my baked goods are forthcoming. When I state, for a fact that they are, everyone expresses pure joy. But, could they acknowledge that the packages even arrived? Apparently an email or text these days is simply too exhausting an endevour to engage their sorry little asses in. There, I have vented, AND I am declaring this the last year of baked joy from this household. Ok, I still have to make Stolen for my dad, fruit cake for JW and fudge for Rick's dad, but THAT IS IT!!!!
I spent about $150 to buy all of the ingredients to make my usual boxes of homemade baked goods that I send around the world to family and friends. I spent an additional $50 on packaging and another $167 on postage. Yet again, the ungrateful bastards didn't even acknowledge receipt of the baked goods...........and I continue to do this why?????
Every year I get the same question from family and friends about whether or not my baked goods are forthcoming. When I state, for a fact that they are, everyone expresses pure joy. But, could they acknowledge that the packages even arrived? Apparently an email or text these days is simply too exhausting an endevour to engage their sorry little asses in. There, I have vented, AND I am declaring this the last year of baked joy from this household. Ok, I still have to make Stolen for my dad, fruit cake for JW and fudge for Rick's dad, but THAT IS IT!!!!
I AM LEGEND - a critique
Because I promised to post my review of the flick, I am doing so now...
The movie was interesting until the killed the fucking dog..........don't see it
The movie was interesting until the killed the fucking dog..........don't see it
SnarkAngel and Gunga Dean Go Shopping
Our first madcap "travel" adventure involved me (Edina Monsoon) driving the two of us to Elgin for a holiday party. First, I almost missed the toll exit, and dear Gunga (Patsy Stone) kept waving me over to the right . . . "no! Go! Further, Eddy! Further! All the way! All the way over!" The two of us, digging for the right change or whatever to pay these bloody tolls was enough to drive us mad. Trying to drive, smoke a ciggie, dig for change, and deal with a failing radio as your windshield gets covered with suburban grime is NOT FUN! Then we return from the party . . . only to exit to another toll station, but "going all the way to the right" proved lethal. We ended up getting on another expressway (the WRONG one). Needless to say, our return to civilization took TWICE as long as it should have. But we did find our way home.
Last weekend, we decided to go shopping at Target Boutique. Here are some of the highlights . . .
Last weekend, we decided to go shopping at Target Boutique. Here are some of the highlights . . .
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Mixed Messages
In 1971, when I went to the University of Lancaster, it was a hotbed of progressiveness. Many of the students were so-called "mature" students (this referred to their age, not their mental development, as my ex-husband showed), the proportion of working class students was quite high, and they even accepted the folk singer Cyril Tawney to study English on the basis of his 7 albums.
Gay Lib was very high profile, and was embraced by students gay and straight. Some people were confused that my husband and I both wore Gay Liberation Front badges, but nobody really cared. The only person who took advantage was a male student who thought he'd get really lucky if he pretended to be gay, since lots of female students would try to convert him. This cynical attitude won him the ugliest girlfriend on campus.
While doing some research for a Sociology paper, I came across a young man who was about to embark on a sex-change regime. He told me that he had always felt that he was in the wrong body. He wasn't interested in homosexual relationships with men, he wanted to take a woman's role in a heterosexual partnership. He even asked my advice about what size boobs he should aim for.
When Lou was doing her year of living as a woman, she looked so good that some of the male students (my husband included) had to remind themselves that she was not yet in the physical condition to join with them as she and they might wish.
At this time, I noticed that one of my male Sociology lecturers was wearing high-heeled boots identical to mine. Before my time at Uni was up, he was a she, having gone for the accelerated programme available in Casablanca. Thus the book I had bought by Margaret Coulson and David Riddell was in later editions attributed to Ms Coulson and Carol Riddell.
The thing about David/Carol was that both he and she had a tendency to throw themselves into causes. David had been a devout catholic, but when his wife came out as gay, he foreswore that for the International Marxist Group. He had a liaison with his co-author, and during that relationship she came out as gay. Then a girlfriend, Nina, did the same. David apparently felt that "If you can't beat them, join them" was the appropriate response and went for the operation. Once David had become Carol she fanatically embraced lesbianism and feminism (to the extent of being arrested for assaulting a policeman in a women's rights demonstration). Yes, HE became a SHE only because of loving women. I found this rather drastic.
She seems to have a new cause now which appears to have taken her back along the spiritual path. You can find it at http://www.carolriddell.co.uk/index.html
Fast forward a decade or so, and my interest in opera had blossomed. I came across a middle-aged woman called Hazel Vivienne who was one of the few female opera conductors in the world. She lived with her long-time lesbian lover.
Then Hazel was no more. She had been transformed into Victor Morris. Male opera conductors are two-a-penny, so Hazel's claim to fame was lost. Victor continued to live with Hazel's girlfriend. I often wondered if she enjoyed having a male partner when she was obviously in love with and attracted to a woman.
I wish I knew what really drove David and Hazel to make these huge changes in their lives and their bodies. Of the three transsexuals I have known, I can only understand Lou's motives. Can anyone else offer an explanation or an hypothesis of what might have made two people change sex in order to retain their sexual preferences?
I did try to find pictures online of Hazel/Victor and David/Carol, but they do not appear to exist. Cyril, though he has since died, had pictures aplenty.
Gay Lib was very high profile, and was embraced by students gay and straight. Some people were confused that my husband and I both wore Gay Liberation Front badges, but nobody really cared. The only person who took advantage was a male student who thought he'd get really lucky if he pretended to be gay, since lots of female students would try to convert him. This cynical attitude won him the ugliest girlfriend on campus.
While doing some research for a Sociology paper, I came across a young man who was about to embark on a sex-change regime. He told me that he had always felt that he was in the wrong body. He wasn't interested in homosexual relationships with men, he wanted to take a woman's role in a heterosexual partnership. He even asked my advice about what size boobs he should aim for.
When Lou was doing her year of living as a woman, she looked so good that some of the male students (my husband included) had to remind themselves that she was not yet in the physical condition to join with them as she and they might wish.
At this time, I noticed that one of my male Sociology lecturers was wearing high-heeled boots identical to mine. Before my time at Uni was up, he was a she, having gone for the accelerated programme available in Casablanca. Thus the book I had bought by Margaret Coulson and David Riddell was in later editions attributed to Ms Coulson and Carol Riddell.
The thing about David/Carol was that both he and she had a tendency to throw themselves into causes. David had been a devout catholic, but when his wife came out as gay, he foreswore that for the International Marxist Group. He had a liaison with his co-author, and during that relationship she came out as gay. Then a girlfriend, Nina, did the same. David apparently felt that "If you can't beat them, join them" was the appropriate response and went for the operation. Once David had become Carol she fanatically embraced lesbianism and feminism (to the extent of being arrested for assaulting a policeman in a women's rights demonstration). Yes, HE became a SHE only because of loving women. I found this rather drastic.
She seems to have a new cause now which appears to have taken her back along the spiritual path. You can find it at http://www.carolriddell.co.uk/index.html
Fast forward a decade or so, and my interest in opera had blossomed. I came across a middle-aged woman called Hazel Vivienne who was one of the few female opera conductors in the world. She lived with her long-time lesbian lover.
Then Hazel was no more. She had been transformed into Victor Morris. Male opera conductors are two-a-penny, so Hazel's claim to fame was lost. Victor continued to live with Hazel's girlfriend. I often wondered if she enjoyed having a male partner when she was obviously in love with and attracted to a woman.
I wish I knew what really drove David and Hazel to make these huge changes in their lives and their bodies. Of the three transsexuals I have known, I can only understand Lou's motives. Can anyone else offer an explanation or an hypothesis of what might have made two people change sex in order to retain their sexual preferences?
I did try to find pictures online of Hazel/Victor and David/Carol, but they do not appear to exist. Cyril, though he has since died, had pictures aplenty.
Oh Vincent, You are SOOOOOO Brave!
Supposedly, Vincent and Annabella used their own singing voices in this film. Okay, Vincent . . . you are one of the greatest actors of your time. And you're sexy as hell. But please, leave the singing to the experts, like our very own VAL.
Ohhhhh . . . my ears!
Clip from "Mr. Wonderful," starring Annabella Sciorra, Matt Dillon, Vincent D'onofrio, Mary Louise Parker, and William Hurt.
Ohhhhh . . . my ears!
Clip from "Mr. Wonderful," starring Annabella Sciorra, Matt Dillon, Vincent D'onofrio, Mary Louise Parker, and William Hurt.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Even More Incomprehensible . . .
We all know Bushie and his VP are in bed with Halliburton . . . so it's easy to understand how Halliburton's former subsidiary, KBR (Keeper of Brutal Rapists) would end up in bed with the Justice Department. Justice, my ass . . . I smell shit-stained sheets . . . Halliburton/KBR spreadsheets.
Incomprehensible
I made a mistake in my comment on the Gibberenglish post - the character played by Paul Whitehouse was actually a Columbian, and he was a player. This clip shows his Geordie English coming along after being with his club - Newcastle United - for five games.
Wednesday Weekly Weill - Mack The Knife
Mackie Messer - Moritat - Auf Englisch, von Ute Lemper at an Elizabeth Taylor thingy. Anyway, something to wake us up.
And something about a freakazoid and a dame.
And something about a freakazoid and a dame.
Two Countries
Separated by a common language. Continuing our English language meme...
Val, What is this man saying?
Via Atrios/Echaton
Val, What is this man saying?
Via Atrios/Echaton
Huck!!
Honest to God I can't tell if this video supports or parodies our man Schmuck, which is perhaps its genius, and judging from the comments I don't think viewers can either. Anyway continuing the Beatles meme...
Via Echaton
Via Echaton
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
For Wounded Gay Marine, Coming Out to Comrades Wasn't an Issue
The first U.S. Marine seriously wounded in Iraq, Staff Sgt. Eric Alva, lost his leg when he stepped on a land mine, but today he and his prosthetic leg are not marching against terrorists or Saddam loyalists, but rather against the bigotry and small mindedness of his commanders, his Commander-in-Chief and indeed many of his own countrymen! People who once hailed him as a hero, would now forget not only his service and personal pain and sacrifice, but also their own tired mantra of "SUPPORT THE TROOPS" since one of those stricken heroes was a homosexual.
Although Alva had largely kept his sexual orientation to himself, losing his leg made him do some soul seearching of his own. "It made me realize everything that I had to actually speak up for," Alva said to ABC News in an exclusive TV interview, "basically the rights and privileges of what I as an individual have earned in this country."
Knowing what he would face once he came out of the closet, Alva practiced in his mind what he would say to someone who--now knowing of his sexual interests--would say about his right to serve openly as a gay man: "'OK buddy,'" he said, "'you pick up a gun and you go fight in Iraq or Afghanistan for a while, then you could come back and we can have a talk because I've actually sacrificed, I've actually done duty and served in this country for your rights and freedom.'" Very few on the right, of course, have taken Alva up on his challenge. Surprise, surprise!
While Alva's serice got a little easier with the inception of Don't Ask, Don't Tell, he still found the courage--and took the risk--to tell others.
"I told tons of people," he said, laughing. "A lot of my friends, my buddies, my closest Marines, people I had served in combat with. Straight guys, married, with children and everything, three of them which I have become their sons' godfather now. Everybody was just respectful and was just like ordinary. 'That's it? That's your big news?'"
The occasional derogatory anti-gay slur aside, Sgt. Alva feels the Marine Corps--and military in general--is ready to accept opnely gay service members.
"Being on the front lines and serving with the people who even actually knew that I was gay, you know, that was never a factor. We were there to do a job. We were [there] to do a mission. I don't think people would have a hard time with it because they know that the person right next to them is going to be there to protect them, in our terms, 'have their back.'"
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas-Garland 1963
A later full throated version:
Something about "Make the Yuletide gay..." sends the flags to half staff at Fire Island.
Something about "Make the Yuletide gay..." sends the flags to half staff at Fire Island.
The Christmas Song -Mel Torme, Judy Garland
Two great voices, singing Torme's song:
One accidental mistake, one deliberate one "To see if rainbows really fly"?
One accidental mistake, one deliberate one "To see if rainbows really fly"?
Winter Wonderland - Annie Lennox
I like Annie, but not nearly as much as Boris. Unfortunately you have to go over to YouTube to find this sweet slideshow. Surprisingly, her music video is not to be found.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Sunday Sondheim - A Little Priest
The greatest Mrs. Lovett, ever, a truly demented Angela Lansbury, from "Sweeney Todd".
Do I hear a waltz...
Mrs. L: "Try the Financier,
Peak of his career."
ST: "That looks a little rank."
Mrs. L: "Well he drank,
It's a Bank Cashier."
Do I hear a waltz...
Mrs. L: "Try the Financier,
Peak of his career."
ST: "That looks a little rank."
Mrs. L: "Well he drank,
It's a Bank Cashier."
The Great One - Have Yourselves a Merry Little Christmas-1944
Those eyes, those lips, that tremulo. Such a tortuous song to sing to cheer up a 5 year old girl. A version for times when so many were sepaprated by a world at war.
I Don't Watch the Football Much
But Chicago is kicking archrival Green Bay's ass!
Score is 35 to 7 in the 4th quadrant
Score is 35 to 7 in the 4th quadrant
John McCain Eating Away at Mitt Romney's Lead in New Hampshire!
Just when poor ole' 'Multiple Mitt" Romney though things were sucking for him in the Iowa primaries, a state where he was only a couple of weeks ago sure that his millions of personal dollars had all but bought the GOP nomination, signed sealed and delivered, when an upstart named Hucklebee suddenly stole his thunder, now he's seeing his lead in New Hampshire evaporate as well, to John McCain. McCain of Arizona, whose bid for the Republican presidential nomination was all but dead this summer, has made a dramatic recovery in the Granite State 2 1/2 weeks before the 2008vote, pulling within 3 percentage points of (until recently) front-runner Mitt Romney, a new Boston Globe poll indicates. Gosh, I guess I wouldn't want to be the family dog at the Romney house right now!
Also, for more insights, please visit the website of my dearest friend, America'a own Best Christian, Mrs. Betty Bowers!
http://bettybowers.com/betty4president/
Boris Takes Time
To lurk and comment before heading to the beach.
I got home last night and it was 54 degrees F. Woke up this morning and it was 15 degrees. If I had a camera I would also head to the beach and take pictures of the mounds of ice I now imagine are piling up on our shores of old Lake Michigan
Once my life was wild...
...now I settle for the wildlife.
My garden is largely left to itself so that the creatures that can avoid being caught by my cats (mostly mice and frogs) can thrive there. But I hadn't seen my robin redbreast for months, and the one lonely grey wagtail I'd seen a few times after last year's Big Garden Bird Watch (oh yes) was conspicuous by its absence.
So I bought a new bird feeding station to augment the feeders I have hanging from my washing line (so much prettier than washing, and the washing looks amazing covered in bird droppings) which mostly have very fat squirrels dangling from them. You all know what the squirrels look like, because back in Victorian times we introduced them over here as an ornamental addition to our gardens and a survival challenge to our own red squirrels. But I'd be interested to see if our birds are familiar. Just because they might have the same names, doesn't mean our respective species look the same.
Anyway, the robin reappeared approximately 5 minutes after I put up the new feeder, complete with dedicated robin feeding platform with mealworms and insects (NOT live, freeze-dried). It took the wagtail a further day to reappear. These are the two most exciting things that have happened to me for weeks. Saddo.
The teeny tiny blue tit. They appear to cling to vertical surfaces by absolutely nothing.
The great tit. Their call sounds like a squeeky bicycle pump.
A plain ordinary house sparrow - clever people, we've pushed this little love nearer to extinction, and no-one knows how.
The starling, with its beautiful irridescent plumage, is making a comeback to its former troublesome levels at which they could kill off a tree with their droppings because they flock to a roost. They are loud, chattery and argumentative, too. Gotta love 'em.
The grey wagtail scurries along, wagging its tail up and down. Strangely, there's a yellow wagtail as well, but despite appearances, this isn't it.
So do tell, are they like any of your similarly named bird species? There's a tit joke in here somewhere, but I can't quite find it.
My garden is largely left to itself so that the creatures that can avoid being caught by my cats (mostly mice and frogs) can thrive there. But I hadn't seen my robin redbreast for months, and the one lonely grey wagtail I'd seen a few times after last year's Big Garden Bird Watch (oh yes) was conspicuous by its absence.
So I bought a new bird feeding station to augment the feeders I have hanging from my washing line (so much prettier than washing, and the washing looks amazing covered in bird droppings) which mostly have very fat squirrels dangling from them. You all know what the squirrels look like, because back in Victorian times we introduced them over here as an ornamental addition to our gardens and a survival challenge to our own red squirrels. But I'd be interested to see if our birds are familiar. Just because they might have the same names, doesn't mean our respective species look the same.
Anyway, the robin reappeared approximately 5 minutes after I put up the new feeder, complete with dedicated robin feeding platform with mealworms and insects (NOT live, freeze-dried). It took the wagtail a further day to reappear. These are the two most exciting things that have happened to me for weeks. Saddo.
The great tit. Their call sounds like a squeeky bicycle pump.
A plain ordinary house sparrow - clever people, we've pushed this little love nearer to extinction, and no-one knows how.
The starling, with its beautiful irridescent plumage, is making a comeback to its former troublesome levels at which they could kill off a tree with their droppings because they flock to a roost. They are loud, chattery and argumentative, too. Gotta love 'em.
The grey wagtail scurries along, wagging its tail up and down. Strangely, there's a yellow wagtail as well, but despite appearances, this isn't it.
Carol Of The Bells In Claymation
And who else but the beloved hunchback, Quasimodo, Master of the Bells of the Cathedral of Notre Dame de Paris, conducts:
Reminds me of a meeting to which I was once sequestered when I got suckered into a heated dialogue where the opposing idiot refused to listen to reason. My dear friend, Mrs. Right, leaned over to me and delicately advised: "Why don't you just go and slam your head against that steel door frame. You'll find it much less painful."
So the saying goes: "Never try to teach a pig to sing. It will only frustrate you and annoy the pig."
Reminds me of a meeting to which I was once sequestered when I got suckered into a heated dialogue where the opposing idiot refused to listen to reason. My dear friend, Mrs. Right, leaned over to me and delicately advised: "Why don't you just go and slam your head against that steel door frame. You'll find it much less painful."
So the saying goes: "Never try to teach a pig to sing. It will only frustrate you and annoy the pig."
Safely Home
Beat the Ice Storm. Got to drive through a truly Londonesque fog along the lakefront. Only got lost twice, once for a very spooky drive through unlit forest preserves, with ethereal mists wafting eerily across the road at every vale.
Then I overshot the side street my cousin lives on. They don't believe in streetlights, these suburbanites. Went up to the wrong house (with the right address, just a different street). Drove around for another couple of miles before giving in and calling my cousin for further directions (it really is a guy thing, this reluctance to ask).
Turns out I was less than a block away. They literally flagged me in. All they needed was flashlights tipped with orange cones guiding me in to the terminal.
Started my first scotch before removing my coat. And then the shaking finally subsided. (And NO, it was not DT's, B*#&$es!
Journey out 1:45
Journey in 1:10
WooHoo! You can all go out and safely drive again now!
Then I overshot the side street my cousin lives on. They don't believe in streetlights, these suburbanites. Went up to the wrong house (with the right address, just a different street). Drove around for another couple of miles before giving in and calling my cousin for further directions (it really is a guy thing, this reluctance to ask).
Turns out I was less than a block away. They literally flagged me in. All they needed was flashlights tipped with orange cones guiding me in to the terminal.
Started my first scotch before removing my coat. And then the shaking finally subsided. (And NO, it was not DT's, B*#&$es!
Journey out 1:45
Journey in 1:10
WooHoo! You can all go out and safely drive again now!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
LAURA BUSH GOES SHOPPING! AFTER Leaving the White House!
Desperate times will call for desperate measures . . . John Waters truly is a "visionary."
A SOBERING EXPERIENCE . . . Shovel The Damned Sidewalks, People!
On Thursday afternoon, I was rushing, on foot, from my office at Chicago and Michigan Avenues, down Chicago Avenue (a very major street) to LaSalle Street, where I had an appointment. I nearly slipped and twisted my ankle on melted, refrozen snow and ice. Bitching and cursing, I came upon an older woman in a wheelchair, not far from "Access Living." Apparently, she was asking people for something, and being at my most cynical, I assumed it was money. Everyone kept passing her by. As I came near her, she looked into my eyes, her own watery eyes pleading desperately. "Can you help me?" Thank goodness, my holiday spirit kicked in, or my contempt for most of humanity subsided, take your pick. "What do you need?" I asked. "Can you just give me a push, just to the corner? I only have to go a couple of blocks, but I can't get down this section of sidewalk." Needless to say, I was both shocked and terribly saddened. First off, all this poor woman needed was someone to help her navigate the sidewalks that NO ONE HAD BOTHERED TO SHOVEL appropriately. She asked for some helping hands, nothing more. Second, the fact that I was so self-absorbed and so cynical that I was more worred about being late for an appointment than helping someone in truly desperate need, made me ask: "who do you despise more . . . yourself or the rest of humanity?"
"Sure, honey. I'll get you as far as you need to go," I responded. Needless to say, she was very grateful, but I believe I was just as grateful. Trouble was, it was almost as difficult for ME to get her down the lumpy sidewalk as it was for her to get herself down the bloody thing.
"Say, I have an idea," she said in a moment of triumph. She had spotted a driveway path to the street, where we could navigate down Chicago Avenue, as close to the curb as we could get. A few kind words, and a few moments later, we had succeeded in getting her down Chicago Avenue, across a busy intersection, to the clear sidewalk on the other side. We said our good-byes, and I began to continue on my journey. I stopped several times to glance over my shoulder to make sure she was well on her way. It took her a couple of rough starts, but off she went, wheeling towards her destination. But all I could think about, the rest of the way, was whether or not she might need help getting back . . . and would someone actually be good enough to help her?
So, PLEASE, EVERYONE OF ABLE BODY, please make sure the walks in front of your businesses and homes are kept clear. Chicago, and other parts of the nation and planet, are facing another heavy snowfall. Imagine how it would feel to be stranded, alone and helpless, on a Chicago sidewalk, with busy passersby ignoring your predicament. And more importantly, try to hang on to the spirit of the holiday season . . . all year round . . . empathy . . . not apathy. MERRY F*&KING CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!
"Sure, honey. I'll get you as far as you need to go," I responded. Needless to say, she was very grateful, but I believe I was just as grateful. Trouble was, it was almost as difficult for ME to get her down the lumpy sidewalk as it was for her to get herself down the bloody thing.
"Say, I have an idea," she said in a moment of triumph. She had spotted a driveway path to the street, where we could navigate down Chicago Avenue, as close to the curb as we could get. A few kind words, and a few moments later, we had succeeded in getting her down Chicago Avenue, across a busy intersection, to the clear sidewalk on the other side. We said our good-byes, and I began to continue on my journey. I stopped several times to glance over my shoulder to make sure she was well on her way. It took her a couple of rough starts, but off she went, wheeling towards her destination. But all I could think about, the rest of the way, was whether or not she might need help getting back . . . and would someone actually be good enough to help her?
So, PLEASE, EVERYONE OF ABLE BODY, please make sure the walks in front of your businesses and homes are kept clear. Chicago, and other parts of the nation and planet, are facing another heavy snowfall. Imagine how it would feel to be stranded, alone and helpless, on a Chicago sidewalk, with busy passersby ignoring your predicament. And more importantly, try to hang on to the spirit of the holiday season . . . all year round . . . empathy . . . not apathy. MERRY F*&KING CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!
IN THE YEAR 2009! George Interviews With Hillary For a Job
As you watch the following video, imagine the names "Connie and Raymond Marble" replaced with "Hillary and Bill Clinton." Substitute "Obama" for "Divine." Substitute "Sandy Sandstone" with "Georgette Bush." Here's the scenario: in the year 2009, a desperate, needy, and unemployed George Bush tries to appeal to President Hillary's feminist side and dresses in drag as "Georgette Bush" in a mad attempt to get a job in the new administration. Beware, what the future holds . . .
Christmas Advice
I love Old Radio.
From the old "Edgar Bergen Show" (Candice's father) AKA "The Chase Sanborn Edgar Bergen Charlie McCarthy Show":
Charlie McCarthy:
"Don't wrap you Christmas presents tight."
"Wait til you're sober"
From the old "Edgar Bergen Show" (Candice's father) AKA "The Chase Sanborn Edgar Bergen Charlie McCarthy Show":
Charlie McCarthy:
"Don't wrap you Christmas presents tight."
"Wait til you're sober"
The End of the World- American Style
Caught this on AmericaBlog. It's brilliant, some hypercaffeinated editor has really captured the state of our union:
True Confessions
Last night I destroyed my apartment trying to find my I-GO careshare envelope. Found an I-GO card, but no envelope. As luck would have it, there is no name on the card so I didn't know if it was my card or Boris's. (Note to self: Better fix the apartment before Boris returns.)
Called Boris to see if I had my carshare card or if I had I picked up his. He has His so this one must be mine. The coutured wonder is headed for the beach. Hate him. I'm headed for another snowstorm.
Anyway, that led me to try to do voicemail at home. (I never do voice mail at home.) I remember "party lines" when your neighbors could take your messages. Took me 15 minutes to figure out how to access voice mail, and yet here I am blogging... Oops, I just accidentally wiped out my toolbars. Where'd they go?????? Oh there they are. Ah, technology, the bane of western civilization in the 21st century.
Finally got through to voice mail only to find 9 messages! 5 of which was some poor man, "Wilson", wandering the complex on the Ile d' Sanibel for an hour or so trying to deliver Boris's luggage . Pity. But that does explain Boris's crimes of fashion. Probably had to go foraging through some musty church basement rummage sale for the rest of his wardrobe.
I gather he got his luggage, if not: Boris, check with your neighbor, "Don" or "Dom DiSomethingItalian". Either you have found him, already, or he is now wearing the latest in Chicago summer ensembles.
Called Boris to see if I had my carshare card or if I had I picked up his. He has His so this one must be mine. The coutured wonder is headed for the beach. Hate him. I'm headed for another snowstorm.
Anyway, that led me to try to do voicemail at home. (I never do voice mail at home.) I remember "party lines" when your neighbors could take your messages. Took me 15 minutes to figure out how to access voice mail, and yet here I am blogging... Oops, I just accidentally wiped out my toolbars. Where'd they go?????? Oh there they are. Ah, technology, the bane of western civilization in the 21st century.
Finally got through to voice mail only to find 9 messages! 5 of which was some poor man, "Wilson", wandering the complex on the Ile d' Sanibel for an hour or so trying to deliver Boris's luggage . Pity. But that does explain Boris's crimes of fashion. Probably had to go foraging through some musty church basement rummage sale for the rest of his wardrobe.
I gather he got his luggage, if not: Boris, check with your neighbor, "Don" or "Dom DiSomethingItalian". Either you have found him, already, or he is now wearing the latest in Chicago summer ensembles.
Be Afraid! Be Very Afraid!!!
I'm driving today, 1st time this year I believe. I depart from my perch on the north side of Chicago for my cousin's house in a faraway southwest suburb of Homer Glen. Locked down my car share for the first time and will be venturing out around 4:00PM, sans navigator, nor co-pilot so you may want to cut me a wide berth on LSD & I-55.
I'll be the sweaty one with the white knuckled iron grip on the steering wheel (10 and 2 o'clock positions), and the ever rigid posture, clamping down on a google map of directions with my teeth.
"I mostly come out at night, mostly"
Your Gunga Dean, AKA Road Warrior!
P.S.
And then I will make the return journey....
I'll be the sweaty one with the white knuckled iron grip on the steering wheel (10 and 2 o'clock positions), and the ever rigid posture, clamping down on a google map of directions with my teeth.
"I mostly come out at night, mostly"
Your Gunga Dean, AKA Road Warrior!
P.S.
And then I will make the return journey....
The Coventry Carol
One of my favorite carols in one of my favorite settings, here's the Choir of King's College Cambridge:
can't find the Alison Moyet version.
BTW, Did I ever mention I was kicked out of Glee Club? And not for misbehavior, but for incurable tonedeafness, at ten. That soloist therefore makes me insane with violent jealousy.
can't find the Alison Moyet version.
BTW, Did I ever mention I was kicked out of Glee Club? And not for misbehavior, but for incurable tonedeafness, at ten. That soloist therefore makes me insane with violent jealousy.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Mitt Romney's Favorite Book?
I'm surprised after John Travolta's performance in the film adaptation of Scientlogy founder L. Ron Hubbard's book, Battlefield Earth, people didn't rush to their nearest bookstore and library and burn every last copy they could get their hands on!
There are more than enough reasons to destest the flip flopping, disingenuous, pandering, bald-face lying Romney, but choosing this book, considered by many sci-fi fans as the worst piece of garbage ever written and passed off as sience fiction--well, look what Hubbard passed off as religion, afterall--should be enough for disqualifying Romney from holding any office above that of dog catcher. Ooops....wait a minute...I guess Romney's treatment of 'Seamis' his family Irish Setter precludes him from serving as even a competent dog catcher. My bad!
There are more than enough reasons to destest the flip flopping, disingenuous, pandering, bald-face lying Romney, but choosing this book, considered by many sci-fi fans as the worst piece of garbage ever written and passed off as sience fiction--well, look what Hubbard passed off as religion, afterall--should be enough for disqualifying Romney from holding any office above that of dog catcher. Ooops....wait a minute...I guess Romney's treatment of 'Seamis' his family Irish Setter precludes him from serving as even a competent dog catcher. My bad!
Schmuckabee Can Read!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Via Echaton and NYT:
Well, I thought he was going to say God...
“Who is your favorite author?” Aleya Deatsch, 7, of West Des Moines asked Mr. Huckabee in one of those posing-like-a-shopping-mall-Santa moments.
Mr. Huckabee paused, then said his favorite author was Dr. Seuss.
In an interview afterward with the news media, Aleya said she was somewhat surprised. She thought the candidate would be reading at a higher level.
“My favorite author is C. S. Lewis,” she said.
Well, I thought he was going to say God...
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Boris Done Gone Native
Setting fashionistas' hearts aflutter everywhere, our Boris models the latest fashion trends down Sanibel way. Further setting the runway aflame, I understand our model has further accessorized with a white braided leather belt. No word yet on whether black socks and sandals accompanied this startlingly vivid ensemble.
Further Evidence:
Further Evidence:
Shadows of the Night-Quentin's Theme
From a podline6 of YouTube
A nicely done Dark Shadows theme For BB:
I actually taught myself to play this song on the piano when I was twelve. One of 3 songs I mastered: "Shadows of the Night", "Greensleeves" (yes, I was burgeoning Anglophile even then), and "Chopsticks". None were as proficient as these versions I link yo here...
Notes from YouTube version of Greensleeves posted by eur0tec:
A nicely done Dark Shadows theme For BB:
I actually taught myself to play this song on the piano when I was twelve. One of 3 songs I mastered: "Shadows of the Night", "Greensleeves" (yes, I was burgeoning Anglophile even then), and "Chopsticks". None were as proficient as these versions I link yo here...
Notes from YouTube version of Greensleeves posted by eur0tec:
A tune by this name was registered at the London Stationer's Company in 1580 as: "A New Northern Dittye of the Lady Greene Sleeves." No copy of that printing is known. It appears in the surviving A Handful of Pleasant Delights (1584) as: "A New Courtly Sonnet of the Lady Green Sleeves. To the new tune of Green sleeves. "It remains debatable whether this suggests that an old tune of "Greensleeves" was in circulation, or which one our familiar tune is.
The widely-believed legend is that it was composed by King Henry VIII of England (1491-1547) for his lover and future queen consort Anne Boleyn. Anne, the youngest daughter of Thomas Boleyn, 1st Earl of Wiltshire, rejected Henry's attempts to seduce her...
(Gunga D. notes: Well, we all know how well that ended...)
Something for Dark Shadows Fans
This past August, I finally did something I've wanted to do for years and attended a Dark Shadows festival, this year in Tarrytown, NY. What was extra special about it, was that Jonathan Frid, everyone's favorite vampire, Barnabas Collins, came out of retirement in Canada to attend...so of course, having always loved Barnabas, I had to go, especially since--as he even hinted at himself--this would more than likely be his last attendance at such an event.
So, nearly 1,500 fans gathered for the 40th anniversary of his first appearance as Barnabas Collins. Also in attendance, were several of Jonathan's co-stars from the show, Lara Parker (Angelique), Kathryn Leigh Scott (Josette), Marie Wallace (Eve), Betsy Durkin (Victoria Winters #2 and the Irish Spring Girl from the 70s commercial) and Diana Millay (Laura Collins, the Phoenix)It was also at this convention that we learned Johnny Depp was considering taking on the role of Barnabas Collins in a new Dark Shadows movie, which made a lot of people happy as the first Gulf War coverage pretty much destroyed the return of Dark Shadows in the 1991 TV adaptation.
I'm still not proficient with posting pictures, but I'll try my best here.
Lost In Translation
Just got out of an interminable meeting the only highlight of which was a gent speaking with a British accent. I'm a sucker for that.
It did remind me of a business function I attended here where I overheard another Englishman state to his American female friend:
"Let's pop out and share intercourse over a couple of fags."
Its less jawdropping "American" translation would be:
"Let's step outside for a smoke and chat."
UPDATE:
Pulled from the comments from our Val:
"I remember one of the American students in my hall of residence at university telling us how shocked she was when she first heard someone talking about wanting to be knocked up in the morning, and not realising the girl wanted an early morning call."
It did remind me of a business function I attended here where I overheard another Englishman state to his American female friend:
"Let's pop out and share intercourse over a couple of fags."
Its less jawdropping "American" translation would be:
"Let's step outside for a smoke and chat."
UPDATE:
Pulled from the comments from our Val:
"I remember one of the American students in my hall of residence at university telling us how shocked she was when she first heard someone talking about wanting to be knocked up in the morning, and not realising the girl wanted an early morning call."
Not A Carbon Footprint
More like a carbon Bigfoot print.
In my newspaper (The Guardian) the other day they had a big spread giving the facts and figures of the world's carbon production country by country. They broke it down in several ways.
No surprise that the US has the biggest output - 5,957 million tonnes per annum. China is the fastest-growing emitter of CO2, up 87% between 1995 and 2005, and it now comes second with 5,323 million tonnes. Russia comes third with 1,696 million tonnes, but its growth was 5% in 1995-2005, whereas the US's was 13%. UK's emissions are 577 million tonnes, our increase 4%. We are 8th in the world, which is a disgrace for such a small island. Only Germany and Ukraine reduced their CO2 emissions in this period.
The biggest shocks come when you look at the production of CO2 per person. Way out front is Qatar, with nearly 62 tonnes per person per year (but it is 56th in total carbon production because of its small population). The Top 10 has four oil producing countries in it, all in the 30s. The US produces over 20 tonnes per person, the UK less than 10. Australia is just above the US in personal CO2 production, and is 15th in the world overall. The average world production per person is just 4.37 tonnes, so some of us are using way more than our fair share.
Since these figures only go up to 2005, I don't want to think about how much worse things might have become in the intervening two years.
Ironing? What's ironing? Apparently I'm already doing my bit there.
In my newspaper (The Guardian) the other day they had a big spread giving the facts and figures of the world's carbon production country by country. They broke it down in several ways.
No surprise that the US has the biggest output - 5,957 million tonnes per annum. China is the fastest-growing emitter of CO2, up 87% between 1995 and 2005, and it now comes second with 5,323 million tonnes. Russia comes third with 1,696 million tonnes, but its growth was 5% in 1995-2005, whereas the US's was 13%. UK's emissions are 577 million tonnes, our increase 4%. We are 8th in the world, which is a disgrace for such a small island. Only Germany and Ukraine reduced their CO2 emissions in this period.
The biggest shocks come when you look at the production of CO2 per person. Way out front is Qatar, with nearly 62 tonnes per person per year (but it is 56th in total carbon production because of its small population). The Top 10 has four oil producing countries in it, all in the 30s. The US produces over 20 tonnes per person, the UK less than 10. Australia is just above the US in personal CO2 production, and is 15th in the world overall. The average world production per person is just 4.37 tonnes, so some of us are using way more than our fair share.
Since these figures only go up to 2005, I don't want to think about how much worse things might have become in the intervening two years.
Ironing? What's ironing? Apparently I'm already doing my bit there.
Fire at the Eisenhower Executive Office Building
I see on my TeeVee, through breathless reporting that there is a fire at the Eisenhower Executive Office Building, on the floors containing amongst other things, vice presidential & presidential staffers offices.
I wonder what happened.
Did the shredders overheat?
Is this where they stored the missing emails that congress subpoenaed? Did they smash some of their computers before unplugging them?
How long before the president reports that all the subpoenaed documents went up in flames in this fire?
I wonder what happened.
Did the shredders overheat?
Is this where they stored the missing emails that congress subpoenaed? Did they smash some of their computers before unplugging them?
How long before the president reports that all the subpoenaed documents went up in flames in this fire?
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Wednesday Weekly Weill - Youkali Tango
More 'Marie Galante'
Double click on the image to YouTube to fill your screen with this.
I will constantly return to Youkali, even though there is no Youkali, because a little fairy who lived there, granted me a grand tour...
When my ragged ship ran aground there...
The land of pleasure...
The land of desires...
The land of follies of love...
The land that doesn't exist...
But in my folly,
I return
To Youkali.
(best I can do, mostly lost in translation)
C'est presque au bout du monde
Ma barque vagabonde
Errant au gré de l'onde
M'y conduisit un jour L'île est toute petite
Mais la fée qui l'habite
Gentiment nous invite
A en faire le tour
Youkali, c'est le pays de nos désirs
Youkali, c'est le bonheur, c'est le plaisir
Mais c'est un rêve, une folie
Il n'y a pas de
Youkali
Mais c'est un rêve, une folie
Il n'y a pas de Youkali
My Ute Lemper:
I know my translation leaves much to be desired, but this is what the song means to me.
The consummate Weill songstress / chanteuse, mon Ute.
In have seen her in concert at least six times. Sometimes in the front row... And then I get afraid.
Double click on the image to YouTube to fill your screen with this.
I will constantly return to Youkali, even though there is no Youkali, because a little fairy who lived there, granted me a grand tour...
When my ragged ship ran aground there...
The land of pleasure...
The land of desires...
The land of follies of love...
The land that doesn't exist...
But in my folly,
I return
To Youkali.
(best I can do, mostly lost in translation)
C'est presque au bout du monde
Ma barque vagabonde
Errant au gré de l'onde
M'y conduisit un jour L'île est toute petite
Mais la fée qui l'habite
Gentiment nous invite
A en faire le tour
Youkali, c'est le pays de nos désirs
Youkali, c'est le bonheur, c'est le plaisir
Mais c'est un rêve, une folie
Il n'y a pas de
Youkali
Mais c'est un rêve, une folie
Il n'y a pas de Youkali
My Ute Lemper:
I know my translation leaves much to be desired, but this is what the song means to me.
The consummate Weill songstress / chanteuse, mon Ute.
In have seen her in concert at least six times. Sometimes in the front row... And then I get afraid.
Wednesday Weekly Weill - Marie Galante
I wish I could have seen this, Youkali:
Youkali,
It is the land of our desires,
Youkali,
It is happiness,
It is pleasure-
But it is a dream, a folly.
There is no Youkali.
And life goes on, weariness everyday.
But the poor human soul
Looks everywhere to forget it,
To leave the earth,
To find the mystery.
We dream on earth
To live on some Youkali...
Youkali,
It is the land of our desires,
Youkali,
It is happiness,
It is pleasure-
But it is a dream, a folly.
There is no Youkali.
And life goes on, weariness everyday.
But the poor human soul
Looks everywhere to forget it,
To leave the earth,
To find the mystery.
We dream on earth
To live on some Youkali...
A Tardy Post-Sunday Sondheim- One Hand One Heart
I'm late:
Sondheim Tuesday:
Dame Kiri Te Kanawa & Jose Carerras, Bernstein & Sondheim:
Sondheim Tuesday:
Dame Kiri Te Kanawa & Jose Carerras, Bernstein & Sondheim:
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sweeney's coming, you bleeders!
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod
did Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of Fleet Street.
He kept a shop in London town.
Of fancy clients and good renown
and what if none of their souls were saved
they went to their maker impecably shaved.
By Sweeney,
by Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of Fleet Street.
Swing your razor wide!
Sweeney, hold it to the skies.
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.
His needs were few, his room was bare.
A lavabo and a fancy chair.
A mug of suds, and a leather strop,
an apron, a towel, a pail, and a mop.
For neatness he deserves a nod,
does Sweeney Todd,
the demon barber of Fleet Street.
Inconspicuous Sweeney was,
quick, and quiet and clean he was.
Back of his smile, under his word,
Sweeney heard music that nobody heard.
Sweeney pondered and Sweeney planned,
like a perfect machine he planned,
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle.
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle.
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle.
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle.
Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney!
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd!
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd!
He served a dark and avengeful God!
He served a dark and avengeful God!
What happened then, well that's the play,
and he wouldn't want us to give it away...
Not Sweeney
Not Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet...
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Brit: "God may me do it"
Val, Here's a little dig. Guess you got 'em, too!
A bizarre row about evolution versus creationism led to an English backpacker fatally stabbing a Scottish backpacker during a fruit-picking trip to earn money for their travels.
Alexander York, 33, from Essex, was sentenced to a maximum of five years in jail yesterday for the manslaughter of Rudi Boa, 28, a biomedical student from Inverness.
...
Towards the end of the night, however, they became embroiled in the creationism versus evolution argument, and it escalated into a shouting-match in the pub. Mr Boa and Ms Brown were both adamantly opposed to York's Christian fundamentalist point of view.
The Weather Outside Is Frightful
But the snow is so delightful....
As of last night we were supposed to get an inch of snow today,
As of now:
...HEAVY SNOW WARNING IN EFFECT UNTIL 12 PM CST SUNDAY...
THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN CHICAGO HAS ISSUED A HEAVY SNOW WARNING...WHICH IS IN EFFECT UNTIL 12 PM CST SUNDAY. THE SNOW ADVISORY IS NO LONGER IN EFFECT.
LIGHT TO MODERATE SNOW WILL GRADUALLY INTENSIFY THROUGH THE EVENING HOURS... WITH MODERATE TO HEAVY SNOW CONTINUING THROUGH THE OVERNIGHT HOURS. STORM TOTAL SNOW ACCUMULATION IS EXPECTED TO RANGE FROM UP TO 6 INCHES ACROSS THE EVANSTON...WEST CHICAGO...AND MENDOTA AREAS...TO 6 TO 9 INCHES FROM CHICAGO AND THE SOUTHERN SUBURBS TO JOLIET TO MORRIS. THE INCREASING INTENSITY OF THE SNOW LATE THIS AFTERNOON INTO TONIGHT WILL MAKE FOR HAZARDOUS TRAVEL ACROSS THE AREA THIS EVENING INTO THE OVERNIGHT HOURS AS MANY ROADS BECOME SNOW PACKED. IN ADDITION TO THE HEAVY SNOW ACCUMULATION...NORTH WINDS WILL STRENGTHEN THROUGH THE EVENING WITH GUSTS TO 30 MPH POSSIBLE OVERNIGHT. THIS WILL RESULT IN AREAS OF BLOWING SNOW AND REDUCED VISIBILITIES. SNOW WILL TAPER TO LIGHT SNOW AND FLURRIES ON SUNDAY MORNING.
A HEAVY SNOW WARNING MEANS SEVERE WINTER WEATHER CONDITIONS ARE EXPECTED OR OCCURRING. SIGNIFICANT AMOUNTS OF SNOW ARE FORECAST THAT WILL MAKE TRAVEL DANGEROUS. ONLY TRAVEL IN AN EMERGENCY. IF YOU MUST TRAVEL...KEEP AN EXTRA FLASHLIGHT...FOOD...AND WATER IN YOUR VEHICLE IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY.
As of last night we were supposed to get an inch of snow today,
As of now:
...HEAVY SNOW WARNING IN EFFECT UNTIL 12 PM CST SUNDAY...
THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN CHICAGO HAS ISSUED A HEAVY SNOW WARNING...WHICH IS IN EFFECT UNTIL 12 PM CST SUNDAY. THE SNOW ADVISORY IS NO LONGER IN EFFECT.
LIGHT TO MODERATE SNOW WILL GRADUALLY INTENSIFY THROUGH THE EVENING HOURS... WITH MODERATE TO HEAVY SNOW CONTINUING THROUGH THE OVERNIGHT HOURS. STORM TOTAL SNOW ACCUMULATION IS EXPECTED TO RANGE FROM UP TO 6 INCHES ACROSS THE EVANSTON...WEST CHICAGO...AND MENDOTA AREAS...TO 6 TO 9 INCHES FROM CHICAGO AND THE SOUTHERN SUBURBS TO JOLIET TO MORRIS. THE INCREASING INTENSITY OF THE SNOW LATE THIS AFTERNOON INTO TONIGHT WILL MAKE FOR HAZARDOUS TRAVEL ACROSS THE AREA THIS EVENING INTO THE OVERNIGHT HOURS AS MANY ROADS BECOME SNOW PACKED. IN ADDITION TO THE HEAVY SNOW ACCUMULATION...NORTH WINDS WILL STRENGTHEN THROUGH THE EVENING WITH GUSTS TO 30 MPH POSSIBLE OVERNIGHT. THIS WILL RESULT IN AREAS OF BLOWING SNOW AND REDUCED VISIBILITIES. SNOW WILL TAPER TO LIGHT SNOW AND FLURRIES ON SUNDAY MORNING.
A HEAVY SNOW WARNING MEANS SEVERE WINTER WEATHER CONDITIONS ARE EXPECTED OR OCCURRING. SIGNIFICANT AMOUNTS OF SNOW ARE FORECAST THAT WILL MAKE TRAVEL DANGEROUS. ONLY TRAVEL IN AN EMERGENCY. IF YOU MUST TRAVEL...KEEP AN EXTRA FLASHLIGHT...FOOD...AND WATER IN YOUR VEHICLE IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY.
Bill O'Pera: Mackris v O'Reilly
We Got Culture. This is hilarious, using the actual transcripts from the sexual harrassment lawsuit.
Via Crooks&Liars and the Zoo:
Via Crooks&Liars and the Zoo:
Somebody Bigger Than Us
has been reading PAN:http://www.balloon-juice.com/?p=9313
Imagine my surprise when I pop in to one of my favorite sites and see this posited:
"Huckabee Schmuckabee"
Of course, I beat Michael D by 2 days here.
And I cannot flatter myself to think I am the only one who came up with this term.
Me thinks Balloon-Juice has a few more readers than our humble site and they have all they can handle monitoring their vigorous comments section much less searching the web for our dear Pabulum. But I can dream, can't I?
BTW Go over to B-J's and read this John Cole post on Huckabee Panic. Sez somewhere in the bible "You reap what you sow". Or something. Friggin' Theocrats!
UPDATE:
We come up 17th and 21st out of 1350 on a Google search of Huckabee Schmuckabee!
Imagine my surprise when I pop in to one of my favorite sites and see this posited:
"Huckabee Schmuckabee"
Of course, I beat Michael D by 2 days here.
And I cannot flatter myself to think I am the only one who came up with this term.
Me thinks Balloon-Juice has a few more readers than our humble site and they have all they can handle monitoring their vigorous comments section much less searching the web for our dear Pabulum. But I can dream, can't I?
BTW Go over to B-J's and read this John Cole post on Huckabee Panic. Sez somewhere in the bible "You reap what you sow". Or something. Friggin' Theocrats!
UPDATE:
We come up 17th and 21st out of 1350 on a Google search of Huckabee Schmuckabee!
Found It! Allegro non troppo-Sibelius-Sad Cat
Valse Triste- Double click on your screen and go to YouTube and fill your screen with this....
This one made me cry, a forgotten cat's lament...
I was 17 (OK, 18) when this movie came out and I will never, ever, forget it. Especially this vignette. I saw this movie with the aforementioned Janice, and Joyce. By the end of this scene we three were sobbing in our seats. And I have never been Cat People, unless its the 1982 Paul Schrader remake (with David Bowie singing the title song) or the even better 1942 Jacques Tournier original horror movie.)
But back on point...
It made me cry all over, again.
But then again, I have just had some Jaeger shots, generously poured by our SnarkAngel at the Anvil, so I'd now cry at cutesy pictures of kittens or even those putrid pie-eyed pussy portraits perennially posted at pediatric or podiatric doctors offices.
(God, I love alliteration.)
Update: Go read the IMDB Comments on this film to see what I mean. It has quite the fan club. This film is far superior to Disney's Fantasia.
One More Weill - Lost in the Stars
Since y'all (save Val) blew off my post on Bilbao-Song and degenerated into a cultural exchange on the finer aspects of the Anvil...
I thought I'd give it another try with a Weill song in english by a contemporary performer.
I think the lyrics are by Maxwell Anderson. Cry the Beloved Country:
And this version by Elvis Costello is visually, tripping the light fantastic...
I order you to search for the version by the master, Tony Bennett.
I thought I'd give it another try with a Weill song in english by a contemporary performer.
I think the lyrics are by Maxwell Anderson. Cry the Beloved Country:
And this version by Elvis Costello is visually, tripping the light fantastic...
I order you to search for the version by the master, Tony Bennett.
Friday, December 14, 2007
All At Sea
I don't know if you've been subjected to the story of John Darwin, who went missing when sailing his canoe 5 years ago and was declared dead a year later.
A couple of weeks ago he walked into a police station saying that he didn't know where he'd been for the last five years, he'd suffered from memory loss.
Then someone googled his and his wife's names and found that they had been photographed a year ago in Panama buying a condo. A national newspaper broke the news.
His wife had sold the family home six weeks before he resurfaced, and was believed to be in Panama. She came home via Miami. She had said after his reappearance that she hadn't seen her husband for the five years since he went missing, and had collected on his life policies in good faith. Both are now under arrest.
Now it turns out that HE never lost his memory, and SHE knew where he was all the time - mostly in the house. He sneaked into an adjoining bedsit whenever they had visitors.
He came home because he wanted to see his sons - they had been deceived by both their parents. Strangely enough, they are not happy with their mother and father.
A couple of weeks ago he walked into a police station saying that he didn't know where he'd been for the last five years, he'd suffered from memory loss.Then someone googled his and his wife's names and found that they had been photographed a year ago in Panama buying a condo. A national newspaper broke the news.
His wife had sold the family home six weeks before he resurfaced, and was believed to be in Panama. She came home via Miami. She had said after his reappearance that she hadn't seen her husband for the five years since he went missing, and had collected on his life policies in good faith. Both are now under arrest.
Now it turns out that HE never lost his memory, and SHE knew where he was all the time - mostly in the house. He sneaked into an adjoining bedsit whenever they had visitors.
He came home because he wanted to see his sons - they had been deceived by both their parents. Strangely enough, they are not happy with their mother and father.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Let's Keep Liza In Our Thoughts and Prayers . . .
If you love class acts, then you love Liza Minnelli. She should be back at home now, after collapsing and falling from a stage in Gothenburg, Sweden after performing a few numbers for a Christmas show where she was appearing with Swedish performers on Wednesday. Thank goodness, a production technician caught her as she was heading down the stairs and passed out. A Swedish doctor, who saw her at her hotel in Gothenburg, supposedly stated that it would be best to get her home as soon as possible. So we, the fans of the 61-year-old entertainer, will be waiting for further reports. Hang in there, Liza baby! The world needs more class acts like you.News stories about the incident vary on the details, but here are several links:
http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20071213/Minnelli_collapses_071213/20071213?hub=Entertainment
http://uk.reuters.com/article/entertainmentNews/idUKL1355053020071213
http://news.sky.com/skynews/article/0,,30200-1296921,00.html
Wounded Troops Screwed Again--Merry Christmas!
...as originally reported in the Washigton Post:
"Americans gave millions of dollars in the past year to veterans charities designed to help troops wounded in Iraq and Afghanistan, but several of the groups spent relatively little money on the wounded, according to a leading watchdog organization and Federal tax filings.
Eight veterans charities, including some of the nation's largest, gave less than a third of the money raised to the causes they champion, far below the recommended standard, the American Institute of Philanthropy says in a report. One group passed along 1 cent for every dollar raised, the report says. Another paid its founder and his wife a combined $540,000 in compensation and benefits last year, a Washington Post analysis of tax filings showed.
There are no laws regulating the amount of money charities spend on overhead, fundraising or giving. But the institute's report suggests that 20 of the 29 military charities studied were managing their resources poorly, paying high overhead costs and direct-mail fundraising fees and, in some cases, providing their leaders with six-figure salaries...."
An excerpt from Allegro Non Troppo
I saw this film in January of 1987 back in my care-free days at Boston College. It was a wonderful time, having arrived back on campus shortly before the official end of Christmas break. Most of my roommates were back--we'd all had enough of our families (never dreaming how relatively soon thereafter we'd actually bury many of them and miss those times together we in our youth so easily grew bored of)--and reveled in one another's companionship, as well as our shared affection for alcohol and 'other' substances of mind 'enlightening' effect. Two of them worked in a video shop in Brookline and brought home such classics as John Hurt's rendition of "1984', an animated version of George Orwell's "Animal Farm", assorted straight pornos such as Marilyn Chamber's "Behind the Green Door"--which was actually rather arousing even for a young, albeit closeted, gay man--and a little known, 1978 Italian film called "Allegro Non Troppo" which combined live action sequences revolving around curious animated features set to classical music. Some 20 years later, I now know--given my continued fascination with this film--that it wasn't so much the party favors that made this film special and enduring in my mind so much as it was the film itself and the messages and visuals contained therein. In addition to an Evolution themed segment that would send millions of fundies into convulsions, there was one particular segment about the follies of war and conformity that have particular meaning to me now...the deaths over over 3,500 soldiers in the past 5 years, many of whom were only children when I first saw this, make we wish now that only more people had seen it and absorbed its meaning. This piece is set to Dvorak's Slavonic Dance No. 7.
This piece is set to Dvorak's Slavonic Dance No. 7.
For a more enlightened view of evolution, enjoy it set to Ravel's Bolero.
This piece is set to Dvorak's Slavonic Dance No. 7.
For a more enlightened view of evolution, enjoy it set to Ravel's Bolero.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Welcome, Boston Betty!
AND Hands off my Shuster!
Here's a gratuitous hurricane shot of Marciano to tide you over:
Here's a gratuitous hurricane shot of Marciano to tide you over:
Wednesday Weekly Weill - Bilbao Song
Performed by Milva. From "Happy End".
I like the nostalgia in this song. Longing for the decadent, lively, sex-blood-and-guts-soaked haunts and days of yore. I feel that way towards a number of my former haunts. They've all gone respectably fern bar now... They even have windows, now, that you can see in.
Except the Anvil.
Translation lifted from a Marianne Faithfull site. By the way, her version is very blood-curdlingly elegant.
Bill's be all in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Was the most fantastic place I've ever known.
For just a dollar you'd get all you wanted,
All you wanted, all you wanted
Of whatever kind of joy you called your own.
But if you had been around to see the sun
Well I don't know you might not like for you to see
The stools at the bar were damp with rye
On the dancefloor the grass grew high,
Through the roof the moon was shining green
And the music really gave you some return on what you paid
Hey Joe, play that old song they always played.
That ol' Bilbao
Down were we used to go
Da da da da da ...
I can't remember the words ...
Da da da da da da
It's so long ago.
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
Bill's be all in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Came a day the end of May in '98
Four guys from Bristol came with sacks of coal dust,
Sacks of coal dust, sacks of coal dust
And the time they showed us all was really great.
But if you had been around to see the sun
Well I don't know you might not like what you've seen.
The brandy bottles smashing through the air
And the chairs flying everywhere
Through the roof the moon's still shining green
And those fog eyes all went going crazy with their pistols blazing
high,
"Think you can stop 'em ? Well, go ahead and try!"
That ol' Bilbao
Down were we used to go
Da da da da da da...
Who remembers the words ?
Da da da da da da
Something with love in it.
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
Bill's be all in, Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Now they've cleaned it up and made it middle class
With potted palms and aspree
Very bourgeois, very bourgeois
Just another place to put your ass,
But if you could come around to see the fun
Well, I don't know, you might not find it such a strain,
They've cleaned up all the pools of broken glass,
On parquet floors you can't grow grass,
They've shut the green moon out because of rain
And the music makes you cringe now when you think of what you paid
Hey Joe, play that ol' song they always played;
That ol' Bilbao
Down where we used to go
That ol' Bilbao
Casting its golden glow
That ol' Bilbao moon
Love never laid me low
That ol' Bilbao
Why does it hurt me so ?
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
I like the nostalgia in this song. Longing for the decadent, lively, sex-blood-and-guts-soaked haunts and days of yore. I feel that way towards a number of my former haunts. They've all gone respectably fern bar now... They even have windows, now, that you can see in.
Except the Anvil.
Translation lifted from a Marianne Faithfull site. By the way, her version is very blood-curdlingly elegant.
Bill's be all in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Was the most fantastic place I've ever known.
For just a dollar you'd get all you wanted,
All you wanted, all you wanted
Of whatever kind of joy you called your own.
But if you had been around to see the sun
Well I don't know you might not like for you to see
The stools at the bar were damp with rye
On the dancefloor the grass grew high,
Through the roof the moon was shining green
And the music really gave you some return on what you paid
Hey Joe, play that old song they always played.
That ol' Bilbao
Down were we used to go
Da da da da da ...
I can't remember the words ...
Da da da da da da
It's so long ago.
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
Bill's be all in Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Came a day the end of May in '98
Four guys from Bristol came with sacks of coal dust,
Sacks of coal dust, sacks of coal dust
And the time they showed us all was really great.
But if you had been around to see the sun
Well I don't know you might not like what you've seen.
The brandy bottles smashing through the air
And the chairs flying everywhere
Through the roof the moon's still shining green
And those fog eyes all went going crazy with their pistols blazing
high,
"Think you can stop 'em ? Well, go ahead and try!"
That ol' Bilbao
Down were we used to go
Da da da da da da...
Who remembers the words ?
Da da da da da da
Something with love in it.
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
Bill's be all in, Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Now they've cleaned it up and made it middle class
With potted palms and aspree
Very bourgeois, very bourgeois
Just another place to put your ass,
But if you could come around to see the fun
Well, I don't know, you might not find it such a strain,
They've cleaned up all the pools of broken glass,
On parquet floors you can't grow grass,
They've shut the green moon out because of rain
And the music makes you cringe now when you think of what you paid
Hey Joe, play that ol' song they always played;
That ol' Bilbao
Down where we used to go
That ol' Bilbao
Casting its golden glow
That ol' Bilbao moon
Love never laid me low
That ol' Bilbao
Why does it hurt me so ?
I don't know if it would have brought you joy or grief but
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
It was fantastic
Beyond belief.
Talented Wife Beater Dead At 76!!!!! DEAD! DEAD, YOU KNOW!
I had to laugh when this abusive monster bitched and whined, in 2001, how he wasn't being acknowledged for his contributions to the world of music . . . because he'd been "demonized" by the media. Bullshit. The media didn't do it, Ike. You did it. And if you were innocent, you would have gone after the woman accusing you of heinous abuse and sought justice in civil court. Trouble is, everyone who knew you and Tina, back then, knew her story was true. Yes, the man was talented. A member of the Rock-N-Roll Hall of Fame, he even won a Grammy this year for "Risin' With the Blues." And maybe he did eventually make peace with Tina. It will be interesting to see what Ms. Turner has to say regarding her ex-abuser's death. Knowing Tina, she'll be a real lady about it. But I don't have to be a lady . . . or a gentleman about it. So here's to you, Ike! Let's NEVER forget your contributions to music . . . or your contribution to our society's overdue focus on a severe and troubling social malady: spouse abuse. Damn, Ike, you just LOOK PLAIN NASTY.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
In Honor of Val and Our Friends Across the Pond...
Leave it to the Brits to say so eloquently and succinctly what many of us and indeed most of the civilized world were thinking the day after the 2004 elections!
The Horniman Museum
As part of the more English (oops, should I say British?) flavour I'll try and bring to the blog, I thought folks might like to see that there's more to London than the big, internationally famous stuff.
Visitors to London often visit the big museums, like the British Museum, the Victoria and Albert, the Natural History and the Science Museums. Just a few miles from my home, there is a small museum founded by the Horniman Tea Company's philanthropic owner in the Victorian era. It has an amazingly eclectic collection - musical instruments, natural history, an aquarium, textiles, archaeology. When I was a child there was an excellent collection of mummies and Egyptian coffins.
School parties can have hands-on experience with artefacts of their teacher's choice. Then if the weather is fine, they can go to the gardens behind the museum and enjoy the little zoo-cum-farm in beautiful parkland.
And it's free to everyone!
The building is unusual, to say the least.
There's an amazing conservatory in the gardens where concerts are sometimes held.
There are not many usable pictures on the net - this statue is Kali standing on Shiva.
A goat and some waterfowl in the little zoo.
This totem pole stands in the gardens.
Visitors to London often visit the big museums, like the British Museum, the Victoria and Albert, the Natural History and the Science Museums. Just a few miles from my home, there is a small museum founded by the Horniman Tea Company's philanthropic owner in the Victorian era. It has an amazingly eclectic collection - musical instruments, natural history, an aquarium, textiles, archaeology. When I was a child there was an excellent collection of mummies and Egyptian coffins.
School parties can have hands-on experience with artefacts of their teacher's choice. Then if the weather is fine, they can go to the gardens behind the museum and enjoy the little zoo-cum-farm in beautiful parkland.
And it's free to everyone!
There's an amazing conservatory in the gardens where concerts are sometimes held.
There are not many usable pictures on the net - this statue is Kali standing on Shiva.
A goat and some waterfowl in the little zoo.
This totem pole stands in the gardens.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Please bear with me today, folks, as I my thoughts seem to be assaulted today by thoughts about some of the bigotted nitwits our community frequently comes under attack by. One of our most breathtakingly stupid enemies was none other than Rick "Man-on-Dog" Santorum; you all remember him, right? He was the guy that once equated homosexuals to murderers and other criminal elements, as well as compared gay sex to beastiality. (He was also the Senator who has something like a dozen kids and upon the still-born death of one of those children, purportedly took the dead fetus home so his children could 'get to know their little brother!' Yes, this is the kind of shit that most of us know would cause a child to wake up screaming in the middle of the night and probably cause him/her some sort of long term mental damage) By the looks of his kids on the night he was defeated, I think the damage has indeed been done, as you can tell by the picture I've included!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpaBIncz0io
Anyway, someone recently said to me, "don't you miss not having that 'frothy mixture' to kick around anymore?" Well, no...not really...in fact, Ricky's 2006 concession speech is one of my Youtube favorites and I never fail to find amusement when the whackjob in the audience sreams Oh no!.." as little Ricky concedes!
No, my friends, we are well rid of Rick Santorum and it was certainly a major boost for all of us and the forces of good in general when the GOP's number 3 and the far flung Christian right's poster boy got booted out of the Senate. It was a wake-up to the GOP and the fundies that 'blame the queers' was getting old and no longer a viable campaign strategy...a fact even Colorado psycho-bitch Marilyn Musgrave has taken notice of. Yes, Rick Santorum's polticial career seems all but finished, at least as far as Pennsylvanians are concerned, but take heart, because little Ricky occasionally makes the Fox News commentator rounds and manages to choke out something profoundly stupid In closing, however, I'd like to share one of my favorite comedian's take on Ricky Santorum, Bush, the GOP and the 'blame the gays crowd. Please sit back and enjoy the incomparable Lewis Black!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-id4GKsaQk
Bad NEWZ for Mr. Vick - Good News for Animal Rights
Good newz indeed - the jerkoff who funded "Bad Newz Kennels," an illegal dog-fighting operation, is off to prison. And not a minute too soon. And surprisingly, with an appropriate sentence of 23 months (Michael Vick could get 3 months off, maximum, for good behavior). Vick, a multi-million-dollar-a-year football star, was ultimately responsible for the death of dogs by electrocution, drowning, and hanging. He won't be playing pro ball any time soon, if ever. And he lost millions of dollars in endorsement deals, to boot. Personally, I think Vick should have his penis cut off and fed to a hungry pack of wild dogs. But 23 months is a good start, because it sends a message to all the other ignorant, animal-abusing assholes who moan and groan that people think more of animals than they do of humans. Well, guess what. When you pull shit like the morons involved in illegal dog fighting, you ARE an animal . . . of the worst variety. And you are certainly NOT someone I would categorize as "human." Sub-human, perhaps.
The good news is that animal rights activists have plenty to celebrate for a job well done in 2007:
The good news is that animal rights activists have plenty to celebrate for a job well done in 2007:
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Sunday Sondheim-One More Kiss
Opera stars Erie Mills and Licia Albanese, from "Follies: In Concert". This is my favorite song in the show, the best juxtaposition or the older and younger selves. I believe I read that this song was the heart of the show; the first song written. The actual concert version begins about 2 1/2 minutes in.
By the way, Yma Sumac played the older self in a revival in the late eighties.
When I found out Follies was being revived in 2001, I immediately booked four tickets. I didn't know who I was going with, just knew I was going. Ended up bringing Boris, Albuquerque Al and Dancing Queen. It was June on New York; the night before the Tony's.
We saw Marni Nixon, perform this song. Along with Tony nominees, Blythe Danner and Polly Bergen, others in the cast were Treat Williams, Gregory Harrison, Marge Champion, Betty Garrett, Judith Ivins. I got most of their autographs on a wonderful poster. Missed getting Marni's autograph, because a backstage companion of hers ushered her out and pushed through the crowd to a waiting limo. This friend who practically knocked us down, was Ann Miller, a very aggressive octegenarian.
By the way, Yma Sumac played the older self in a revival in the late eighties.
When I found out Follies was being revived in 2001, I immediately booked four tickets. I didn't know who I was going with, just knew I was going. Ended up bringing Boris, Albuquerque Al and Dancing Queen. It was June on New York; the night before the Tony's.
We saw Marni Nixon, perform this song. Along with Tony nominees, Blythe Danner and Polly Bergen, others in the cast were Treat Williams, Gregory Harrison, Marge Champion, Betty Garrett, Judith Ivins. I got most of their autographs on a wonderful poster. Missed getting Marni's autograph, because a backstage companion of hers ushered her out and pushed through the crowd to a waiting limo. This friend who practically knocked us down, was Ann Miller, a very aggressive octegenarian.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Law & Order Criminal Intent - "UNTETHERED"
All of you know I'm a bit LOCO for LOCI (and Vincent, of course), so I am, admittedly, a little biased. But if you did NOT yet see the latest episode, catch it tonight at 10 p.m. on USA. Just when I thought they could not POSSIBLY send our hero Bobby Goren into anyplace darker, the writers succeeded. The following is a music video tribute to the episode, by my dear YouTube buddy, Rose. Posted here with her permission. I wish I had one tenth of Rose's talent. Okay, Rose. SPILL! What software do you use to make these incredible videos? This video includes a few clips from previous episodes. Appropriately. If you haven't seen Untethered yet, this video will make you want to see it. If you have seen it, you will totally get the video.
Pomp and Circumstance
at the Royal Albert Hall because Boris says I need something more British to welcome Val. It's also has some great views:
I don't believe I've ever seen so many Union Jacks. Val, What the heck was going on Dec 4, 2006. Part of the Queen's Golden Jubilee?
I don't believe I've ever seen so many Union Jacks. Val, What the heck was going on Dec 4, 2006. Part of the Queen's Golden Jubilee?
Welcome Val
I honor of bringing an international flavour to our humble space, I give you a really twisted Yma Sumac's "La Virgen de Xtabay" set to singing images of Our Lady of Guadalupe:
Albuquerque Al is gonna kill me! The Lex10 who posted this to YouTube is brilliant.
Update: Workin on this! It's priceless. Must. Make. YouTube. Work.
I actually saw Yma in concert about 15 years ago, One of the most bizarre concerts I have ever seen. Still hitting those high notes. She wore a gossamer gown, low-cut, practically to the navel. My friend Aidas and I had a running bet whether one of her pendulous breasts might make a cameo appearance as she danced her Andean Princess Virgin Sun-Goddess dance across the stage.
Update 2: It Worked!
Update 3: I see from the comments the Portuguese have found us.
Albuquerque Al is gonna kill me! The Lex10 who posted this to YouTube is brilliant.
Update: Workin on this! It's priceless. Must. Make. YouTube. Work.
I actually saw Yma in concert about 15 years ago, One of the most bizarre concerts I have ever seen. Still hitting those high notes. She wore a gossamer gown, low-cut, practically to the navel. My friend Aidas and I had a running bet whether one of her pendulous breasts might make a cameo appearance as she danced her Andean Princess Virgin Sun-Goddess dance across the stage.
Update 2: It Worked!
Update 3: I see from the comments the Portuguese have found us.
Hello World
Two amazing things happened today. First, I opened up an invitation from Gunga Dean to join this blog as an author. Second, I accepted! Considering that my last comment said I hadn't had time to comment properly for a few days because time got the better of me, I can only put this down to an inability to say "No" (Mr D'Onofrio please note).
For those who haven't realised it yet, I'm mad about Mr D'Onofrio - or possibly just mad - and spend hours every day surfing blogs about him, as well as posting on a blog of my own. I'm just about to nip off to Ebay to up my bid for a shirt from his Law & Order: Criminal Intent wardrobe. My last bid was $200...
I think the picture above is the shirt, from the recent Season 7 episode Depths.
For those who haven't realised it yet, I'm mad about Mr D'Onofrio - or possibly just mad - and spend hours every day surfing blogs about him, as well as posting on a blog of my own. I'm just about to nip off to Ebay to up my bid for a shirt from his Law & Order: Criminal Intent wardrobe. My last bid was $200...
I think the picture above is the shirt, from the recent Season 7 episode Depths.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Rachel Maddow Rocks!!!!
Watching Rachel Maddow on Olbermann's Countdown now.
I think I have a mancrush...
on a lesbian.
Memo to Marriott, Hilton & Sheraton Hotels:
Would you people please start pumping MSNBC into your rooms? I go into serious Olbermann and Shuster withdrawal whenever I'm out of town.
P.S.
While your at it...
Dump Fox News (It's not news) and CNN Headline News (also not news). You will probably find less of your televisions at the bottom of your swimming pools due to the inane ramblings of Bill O'Reilly and those nauseating Fox AllStars; and the ever moronic stylings of Nancy Grace and Glenn Pecker (oops, I mean) Beck.
I think I have a mancrush...
on a lesbian.
Memo to Marriott, Hilton & Sheraton Hotels:
Would you people please start pumping MSNBC into your rooms? I go into serious Olbermann and Shuster withdrawal whenever I'm out of town.
P.S.
While your at it...
Dump Fox News (It's not news) and CNN Headline News (also not news). You will probably find less of your televisions at the bottom of your swimming pools due to the inane ramblings of Bill O'Reilly and those nauseating Fox AllStars; and the ever moronic stylings of Nancy Grace and Glenn Pecker (oops, I mean) Beck.
Keith!!! Olbermann's the Man!
Olbermann as usual makes my day with his special comment. MSNBC does do something right! But the Yin and Yang is killing me.
"You, Mr. Bush, are a BALD FACED LIAR..."
"You sir, have no business being president!"
AMEN to that!!
"You, Mr. Bush, are a BALD FACED LIAR..."
"You sir, have no business being president!"
AMEN to that!!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
JUST SHOOT ME!!!
'Cos now on MSNBC, ol' Chris "Tweety" Matthews has got his Romney mancrush on again, gushing about Romney's JesusSpeech!
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What's a news-whore like me to do now?
FOX NEWS IS NOT AN OPTION!!
Oh, Well. Only 30 minutes to "Ugly Betty".
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What's a news-whore like me to do now?
FOX NEWS IS NOT AN OPTION!!
Oh, Well. Only 30 minutes to "Ugly Betty".
Nostalgia
John Fitzgerald Kennedy, September 12, 1960:
I believe in an America where the separation of church and state is absolute--where no Catholic prelate would tell the President (should he be Catholic) how to act, and no Protestant minister would tell his parishoners for whom to vote--where no church or church school is granted any public funds or political preference--and where no man is denied public office merely because his religion differs from the President who might appoint him or the people who might elect him.
Willard Mitt Romney, December 6, 2007:
Freedom requires religion just as religion requires freedom. Freedom opens the windows of the soul so that man can discover his most profound beliefs and commune with God. Freedom and religion endure together, or perish alone.Gag, Sigh...
...
But in recent years, the notion of the separation of church and state has been taken by some well beyond its original meaning. They seek to remove from the public domain any acknowledgment of God. Religion is seen as merely a private affair with no place in public life. It is as if they are intent on establishing a new religion in America – the religion of secularism. They are wrong.
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