6 months?
Oops.
Obama wins the general election, is assassinated … and we are subjected to 3 years of “theorizing” over whether or not Hillary was the one who put a hit out on him. Just like Vince Foster!
Sorry, there’s been a job search going on and big networking changes at work made the blogging more difficult (well, sorta. I was also burnt out).
But … I’ve got a new job… which will keep me super busy and I’ll be a Very Important Person and all that now, but also requires moving to a whole new area where I figure I’m going to have nothing to do in the evenings except comment about the world. And how hot it is there.
Apologies for the absences, but I figure I just want to beat billmon to the punch on the whole Lazarus thing.
See you soon.
Also: I know I’ve asked this before, but seriously – Dems in the House and Senate… what the fuck is it going to take for you to bring articles of impeachment to the floor? You’ve got admitted felonious behavior for fuck’s sake. You hidebound pussies! Get on it, already!
I can’t think of a better consumer guide to top notch cameras than Flickr’s new Camera Finder utility.
Looks like the Canon EOS Rebel XT is the hands-down winner. The others are the Nikon D50, Canon EOS 20D, Nikon D70, and the Canon Digital Rebel (non XT version).
Guess where I’m looking first when I get my digital SLR camera? Man, I want one of those bad boys.
It appears the marriage to stand all time (no, not that one, we knew that one was fake [discussion offline so no linkee][fn1]), the love that burned brighter than a thousand shining points of light reflected in a full spittoon, is no longer.
During the election coverage on Tuesday, the number one news item – in fact, the only news item – running on the ticker was the divorce. It made me wish for an asteroid to hit the earth the broadcast booths of the media networks.
BritBrit told KFed via text message on his cell phone. That’s OK, that’s the same way he proposed to her.
KFed of the amazingly motile sperm seeks custody. Of course he is, that’s the only way he’s going to get any money. BritBrit should call his bluff if, you know, there weren’t little human beings involved.
Though I find it hard to believe, apparently actual human beings were involved in the writing, production, promotion, and listening to of the following:
I’m sharing it with you both to fuel your genocidal rage and because there are some things you just can’t unremember. This being one of them. And if I have to suffer, so should you.
One has to wonder if the brood mare would have dumped him if his record hadn’t been a bomb and he didn’t have to give away tickets to his shows just to pack the house to 1/3rd capacity. The people’s dislike of the uberweasel was just too big to ignore. Also, BritBrit’s uterus was screaming for a break since, apparently, prophylactics are simply out of the question (His Holiness of the Incredibly Motile Sperm has powers sufficient to destroy any containment device) and taking a pill every day is just too confusing what with having to remember what a day is and all.
Now, back to actual important news.
Call me, Reese. I know you’ve been holding yourself back from flinging yourself at me for years now. I admire your principle and your dedication to that previous relationship. But now that you’re free, you can throw off those shackles society has set upon us and we can be together at last my love.
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I just wanted to say hi to the four divisions of the federal government that visited this site yesterday (Welcome! Take your shoes off and stay a while! A copy of the Constitution is over there on the right), particularly you senate staffers and the members of the DoJ. Much love, my peeps. Stay golden.
Why the federal penitentiary system is also reading here, I have no idea. Someone needing some tips on getting their voting rights restored, maybe?
Actual subject line of email sent around at work:
Missing: whip, cream bottle
Update: actual email subject line did not have the comma… but imagine if it did!
Step Parents – The Drill Instructors of Family Living
also, I was watching Stargate SG-1 and in season 4, Vanessa Angel makes some appearances as a tok’ra scientist (probably best known as the woman in Kingpin). Except instead of typing “scientist”, I typed “scientits” … a phrase which I am going to endeavor to work into conversation as often as I can from henceforth.
Freud would be so proud.