Open Thread
I'm a lazy bastard.
Why do female people think that it's OK to have lollipops when dudes are in the middle of public speaking? Why does this happen to me? When addressing a large group of people the last thing you want to deal with is candy-related thoughts.
I was at my favorite piano bar and the two following weird things happened.
I just about know one more song:
If any of my cousins from D.C. are in Late Night Shots, I'll just ask "Could't you find a white hood instead?" Seriously I'd be a little disappointed (still waiting for that invitation guys, heh).
...that guy who looks like that guy? I had a woman say I looked like Forrest Gump (but she added that was her favorite movie). Another woman a couple days back said that I looked like that guy from My Name is Earl (Randy, not Earl). Another person said I looked like Nicholson in the Shinning (I don't want to get sued).
I read about Late Night Shots from that very respected--heh--D.C. News source. It sounds like the end of Western Civilization to me. Why are people morons? And more importantly, where's my invite--heh?
Here are songs I can play to some degree:
Everybody is commenting on how subdued the chimperor looked last night in his speech. It's my contention that he looked very rehearsed. The reason he rehearsed is because his handlers didn't want him smirking. (Isn't it interesting how Snow talked about smirking a couple days back?)
Time has a new blog, Swampland. The problem with it is that it is a very top-down blog. It takes forever for authors to approve the comments (authors approve comments, wtf!?) Say what you will about D-kos (like some of their posters are militant vegans), but their blog is easily the best run political blog on the internet. They are pretty much the reason that old media and Delay are into blogging right now.
I was at the Fiesta Bowl. Holy #$%^! That was the best game ever. It didn't hurt that I was in the Boise State section. The place was crazy (especially after the 3 trick plays). $8.oo for a chicken sandwich, wtf?
Please send in your picture of the Arizonan you think has been in the sun the longest. (Maybe I should stop hating on Wonkette--nah, they talk about #$&%#$%^. )
Here are the concerts I've been to this summer:
Since people aren't reading my blog, I guess I could always talk about @#$%^& in strange places. That seems to have secured Ms. Cox a nice position (heh, I said "position" in connection with #$%^ in the #$&%) at a newsweekly to remain nameless. Since I'm a little classier, I will always refer to it as "#$%^ in the #$&%" or "#$&%#$%^". Maybe I could make a living on talking about #$&%#$%^ .