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January 20, 2006

We’re not getting our hopes up, but we feel compelled to point out that today IS Friday&#8212

—I realize that.  But for those of you who haven’t been watching The Weather Channel, Denver is right now buried beneath a half-foot of snow, which makes getting around difficult without a 4WD vehicle and some off-roading skills.  And so the little bastard and I have reached an impasse.  Because he refuses to dance without his acrylic-heeled glitter shoes (which he’s having re-soled to reinforce the toe grip); and there’s

“Jawa Report Helps Nab Would-be Terrorist”

From Dr Rusty’s two-year anniversary post: Two years ago today I started blogging by warning in my very first post, If you think this is offensive, just wait til I really get going! What a way to celebrate my blogoversary!!! The long awaited moment has arrived that I can reveal some of the details of The Jawa Report’s involvement in the capture of a would-be terrorist. Some of you already

My second brief conversation with the Ghost of Shelley Winters

Me: “You know, it so bothered me when critics lampooned you for that scene in Poseidon Adventure where you swim through an underwater maze to help rescue the other survivors.  But—well, to be honest with you, for me –” Shelley Winters’ Ghost: “I know, I know.  You found it kinda sexy—in the same way an old Schooner hand feels a stir in the crotch of his flairlegs whenever he spies

In which liberal democrats appear to be taking their foreign policy cues from “Joshua,” the ultimately pacifistic Wopr super computer Dabney Coleman and his band of techie warmongers tried to train as a Doomsday Device, only to learn, by way of a symbolically pointed Tic-Tac-Toe match, that the best move in war is “not to play.”

From Taranto’s Best of the Web: Rumors flew last week that a U.S. missile strike in eastern Pakistan had killed Ayman al-Zawahiri, al Qaeda’s No. 2 man. Reports of Zawahiri’s death turned out to be exaggerated, but yesterday came the news that the missile appears to have hit another important target [from ABC News’ “Which Side Are They On?”]: ABC News has learned that Pakistani officials now believe that al

“Star Jones: Terror War Battle of Bush – Bin Laden egos

Via Drudge: Star Jones has told viewers that the war on terror is nothing more than a clash of male egos between President Bush and Osama bin Laden, the NEW YORK POST reports. Yesterday, the co-host of ABC’s THE VIEW told viewers during a discussion of bin Laden’s latest audio tape: “You know what? At some point, one of these men has to put it back in his pants and

See?  What did we tell you?

Statistical evidence that you CANNOT QUESTION THEIR PATRIOTISM! (thanks to Ian Schwartz) Or maybe…not so fast:  Link Mecca parse the full text of bin Laden’s latest audio missive and finds it “littered with lefty talking points.” Of course, as Alan Colmes would be quick to point out, don’t hate the left because we’re correct—and that murderous, head-lopping jihadis just happen to agree with us.  That’s not a self-fulfilling prophesy fueled

The failures of public education:  an object lesson

From The Straight Dope’s Staff Report, Jan 20 2006: Dear Straight Dope: Ever since I took sex ed in high school I’ve been wondering: How exactly do men get STDs from women? The gym teacher explained that STDs are transmitted in body fluids and, as far as I know, men don’t intake bodily fluids from women. Can you help me out? –Josh Guest contributor Mojave66 replies: Pardon the metaphor, but

A couple of Morning notes

1) protein wisdom, bless his soul, gets a long overdue Norm Geras profile; and already his mother has emailed him to berate him for not wearing a tie and for calling “chips” french fries. Take your pills, dear.  And stop putting on airs. 2) The folks behind Institutionalized have started Blood and Treasure, where you can download and read the first chapter of their book.  Interesting graphics, but sadly, no

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, analepsis 14

There are few things on earth so tragic—and so apt to seethe up through the pragmatist’s gullet in an acid belch of incipient nihilism—than the sight of a muddy, tractor-savaged field of trampled beets, battle-bested, their classified numbers still thick and oblong in heavy pulped mounds, muted and bruised in dirt-scuffed reds, many of them cleaved, their wounds puncuated by a sickening gutted whiteness:  beet flesh, like carved bird or