Overheard at Camp Delta, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba: Enemy Combatant 1: “…I dunno, perhaps I’ll sit in the sun and read the new Mad Magazine. This “Spy vs. Spy” — I like it very much. Or else I’ll take a nap before prayers, then maybe play some volleyball. You…?” Enemy Combatant 2: “– Where are my Skittles™, brother? I left them right here on my nightstand and now they’re gone. Some
Has it really been five hours since I last posted?
You know who’s kinda cute? That Katie Holmes, that’s who. I was thinking about maybe watching The Hired Hand later tonight, but now I’m leaning toward Wonder Boys instead. Yeah, I think I’ll go with Wonder Boys. Thanks, blog. You’re such a great listener. **** [update: I watched “A Scandal in Bohemia,” with Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes. But that had everything to do with me and nothing to do
That must sting, huh?
Pulitzer Prize-winning LA Times media critic David Shaw, reviewing Air America Radio: After a few random samplings
Wanton Garbonzo Beans
This is not gonna go over very well with conservative icon Andrew Sullivan, I don’t think. Tell ya what, though, Andrew. If it’ll make you feel better, I’d be all for imposing a buck a tub tax on hummus. Don’t get me wrong: I like a good mashed chick pea as much as the next guy; but, y’know, I’m always ready to do my part to help us beat back
Say the ladies are insane there
Were I to wake up and find my right arm had grown to be 7300 miles long, the first thing I’d do is reach into Spain and slap that smug, gazpacho-slurping grin right off Zapatero’s pinched, socialist face. The second thing I’d do is pick some fresh peaches, I should think. Anyway, this much is true: In the war on terror, Spain has switched sides. Period. **** [update: so how’s
Hello, Dali!
“Trading Spaces Gone Wild”? Or maybe “The Decline and Fall of Laurie Partridge”? Who the hell knows what it is. Found it in my referral log. Hey, whatever steams your bean, right? [update: it wasn’t you, Glenn, was it…?]
80 proof
Walter in Denver points me to the website of Big Alcohol.com — home to “a team of dedicated professionals that [sic] seek to see a leveling of the field [?] with the battle [say what now?] for the lives of our children [speak for yourself, “team”] and countless others who are affected by alcohol and the ownership it has of the political and social life of the United States.” Or
Nanook gets his groove back
“[…] the Alaska Administrative Code provides that no person ‘may drive a vehicle when he has in his embrace, or holds in his hands, another person in a manner (that) prevents the free and unhampered operation of the vehicle.’” Black letter law, I’m afraid — surreal, sure, but binding nevertheless. Still, kudos, Richard Wallace, 37, of Fairbanks. I own a Jeep myself. And anybody who can throw a drunk hump
