…I really appreciate reading about the seven most retardedmentally-challenged ways that celebrities attempt to go green.
These were all funny at the time, but it’s nice to see a well-annotated compendium.
…I really appreciate reading about the seven most retardedmentally-challenged ways that celebrities attempt to go green.
These were all funny at the time, but it’s nice to see a well-annotated compendium.
…that the LA Times can’t get any worse. Or funnier.
I have to say that I particularly enjoyed the comment by “Dick Stroker.” I’m sure he’s just a naif.
Speaking of LA, I’m flying out there tomorrow for almost two weeks. Blogging may be lightened somewhat–I’m supposed to be working. Or so the folks who are paying me tell me.
[Monday afternoon update]
Arrived safely, with luggage, even with a change in Dallas.
Unfortunately, just as I leave, it looks like Patricia is home alone to shutter up for Gustav next weekend.
Iowahawk has an in-depth report on the Obama campaign’s new winning tactics.
…they almost write themselves. The headline itself is wonderful:
Giant inflatable turd escapes moorings and brings down electricity line
Read the last line, too.
…at the world’s oldest jokes.
Well, OK, not so much. It says they’re old jokes, not good jokes.
At least one will be saved from the coming carbon apocalypse:
Al Gore–or, as he is known in his own language, Gore-Al–placed his son, Kal-Al, gently in the one-passenger rocket ship, his brow furrowed by the great weight he carried in preserving the sole survivor of humanity’s hubristic folly.
“There is nothing left now but to ensure that my infant son does not meet the same fate as the rest of my doomed race,” Gore said. “I will send him to a new planet, where he will, I hope, be raised by simple but kindly country folk and grow up to be a hero and protector to his adopted home.”
Hope the poles aren’t so warm there that he can’t build an arctic fortress of pomposity.
…have spoken.
I particularly liked the Che comparison, and the hope that the messiah will make Americans less “superficial.”
[Update a few minutes later]
Is Obama channelling General Zod?
I am General Zod! Listen to me, people of the Earth! Today I bring a New Order to your planet! One which shall last until the end of time!
Each of you… each man, each woman, each child – all will march proudly together in this New Order! Your lands, your homes, your possessions, your very lives… All of this and more you will gladly give to me!
There is no longer a need for separate nations in this world, no need for petty squabbles between one group and another. All of you will work together, strive, produce, and sacrifice together – and all for a common goal!
Michelle and Barack will make the humans of planet Earth work, and shed their cynicism.
Actually, Michelle can have my cynicism when she pries it from my cold, dead cynical typing fingers.
…with women.
Somehow, it reminds me of this classic Martin Mull (and Steve Martin) sea shanty.
A few horrifyingly hilarious tales. Don’t miss the exploding whales.
The (modern) difference between science and the humanities.