WTF, I watch Battlestar Galactic, it’s a great show or at least I used to think it was. Last night was the season premeire and they seem to have decided to turn it into a bash America show. When I first started watching it seemed like a good parallel of what was going on in the world. Cylons attacked the humans for no real reasons, just some perceived wrongs, and

While we’ve been doing whatever it is we’ve been doing here, bringing teh funny, or teh snark, or teh sincerity, or even teh substantive analysis, Patterico’s been posting a five-part series of interviews with a military psych nurse from Guantanamo.  If you haven’t read it yet, I urge you to do so.  There’s an interesting tidbit involving PW near the end of the fifth and final installment.

Smoke ‘em if you can remember where you put ‘em. For the record, I think anyone over 65 ought to be permitted to take whatever substances they like.  Why 65?  Because I said so. ALSO: Iowa State University anecdote proves we’re all shallow. BREAKING NEWS: Men have feelings! UPDATE: Fecking intergalactic aliens subpoenaed, so far refuse to respond.  They have no respect for our legal system.  O’Reilly proposes wall. UPDATE

Judelawadrilla apologizes to Sh*ttsburghers. Lame.  Figure she’s ready for Congress (note, capital “C”) yet? UPDATE: People tell me to lay off of Natalie Portman, because she’s hot.  Screw that: NEW YORK – Audrey Hepburn has a clone: Natalie Portman. The 25-year-old Portman, wearing the iconic black column dress worn by Hepburn in 1961’s “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” graces the cover of the upcoming issue of Harper’s Bazaar. A smiling Portman —

Here’s today’s second block of videos from YouTube, as gathered for my regular web gig. The Vogues:

The last time I checked, I wasn’t able to feel physical things, in this case water, any other way (song was released in 2005). “Feel the rain on your skin,” Natasha Bedingfield. Note: as I said the first time, this is music lip-synched by drag-queens, not written or recorded by them.

*in a New York Mobster Voice ala Scarface or any New York Mobster movie character* That’s how I feel.  Yea, Friday you heard me.  Your on notice.  What?  You think this is funny?  Am I here for your amusement?  You talkin’ to me?  Are you talkin’ to me?  I’m the only one here, so you must be talkin’ to me.  I heard yous been talking to Monday.  Yea, I saws

Jeff still hasn’t kicked us out yet, so I’ll be doing Friday videoblogging throughout the course of the day to help kick off your weekend. Here are more notable musical moments I have discovered as part of my regular web gig at the Claude Pate site: The Who, performing the mini-rock opera

He has a cabin cruiser and a home by the water. And a passion: He’s a serial killer. I can image the pitch: See, Mike, the series is a police procedural with a a twist. Yeah, it’s about this guy. He’s a serial killer. Sit down, sit down, Mike. Hear me out. But he’s not your usual serial killer, he’s a serial killer with a hear to of gold, See?

From Kathleen Parker: The problem with petitions and “I Had An Abortion’’ T-shirts, such as those hawked by Planned Parenthood, is that they trivialize the deeply emotional and spiritual consequences many women suffer. They also deny girls and young women access to the nobler feminist position that knowledge is power. Of what are you so proud, you’d like to proclaim it on a t-shirt?  I Had a Colostomy?  I Had