That’s The Ticket!

If I can’t rely on my own flair (and lack of a camera and photoshop and, um, boobies), I’ll ride on the coattails of my most remarkable posse. They are the most talented and beautiful people in the entire world.

Yes, you too can get yourself added to this list for the price of a simple–or in the case of Bran not-so-simple–plug.

Thank you, wSpaceBran!
Thank you, Gnome Girl!
Thank you, Kat (the anti-Christ daughter one)!
Thank you, Jason!
Thank you, wKen!
Thank you, Gretchen!
Thank you, Kat (the bitter one)!
Thank you, Brian!
Thank you, Rhonda!
Thank you, Zuly!
Thank you, Scott!
Thank you, Whiny the Elder! My God, what am I teaching my son?
Thank you, Theresa!
Thank you, skits!
Thank you, Dragonleg!
Thank you, Maria!
Thank you, Kim!
Thank you, Lambchop!
Thank you, GeekGrrl!
And thanks for another one from Rhonda supafly!
Thank you, Robyn!
Thank you, Christine (the Passionate Ailurophile one)!
Thank you, Statia!
Thank you, AlteredBoy!
Thank you, Tracy!
Thank you, Munin!

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Whores D’Oeuvres

OK, so somebody hit me with a stupid stick a long time ago. I know that. I’m not stup…um…

Anyway, for some reason, I thought that I was signing up for a creative writing class and lectures on the works of W. Somerset Maugham when I pushed the button to join BLOGWHORE 2: THE REVENGE OF BLOGWHORE. Obviously, the creative part will be there, but it looks like it will be more about SEX and HUMILIATION than about CREATIVITY, PASSION, CHARM, WIT and… um… sex.

Fortunately for my chances at winning this game, my little minions fall into one of two categories:

A. They LOVE me, and so will go to BLOGWHORE2 and all of the judges’ and peanut gallery members’ sites, giving them their much-desired traffic and mentioning what a great guy I am.

B. They HATE me, and so will go to BLOGWHORE2 and all of the judges’ and peanut gallery members’ sites in the hope of seeing me embarrassed and torn apart by the ravenous mob.

OK, so maybe it’s “a little from column A, a little from column B” but please go. And don’t forget to tell them who sent you.

[ Eeep! I almost forgot!! I get points if you make a link to BLOGWHORE2 or make a post about on your site. E-mail me and let me know, so I can get credit. Um, not that I care or anything. ]

UPDATE: I might as well give up already. Other contestants are flashing boobies to encourage linky lust love. I’m ill-equipped to compete with that.

UPDATE 2: It is perfectly fine to go and drool over the competition’s boobies. Just make sure you tell the judges it was me that sent you.

UPDATE 3: I forgot to let you know that there is a trash-talking extravaganza at the Yahoo! Groups Blogwhore group. Sign up and get all trashy talkin’… just remember this is supposed to be FUN!

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Who is this Barry Guy?

Some newbie named Dave Barry has a blog. He’s trying to cut into my territory as the East Coast Hoopty. I’m not too worried. He doesn’t have the guts to allow you freaks to comment, like I do.

“OK, thanks to Ken Layne I now have a real blog…”

No you don’t, Dave. You’re on Blogspot.

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Move Over Miss Cleo!

I predict the Bucs are going to win the Super Bowl.

Is it baseball season, yet?

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Who needs books? Ya got that Interneck thingy.

I’m feeling all liberal and stuff, and since I know everyone’s busy watching the Super Bowl, I think I can squeeze in an anti-Bush rant without anyone noticing…

Of all the shortsighted proposals in the idiotic “we haven’t got enough money, so let’s cut taxes” budget of Baby Bush, this one’s probably not as important to a Floridian’s daily life as cutting medical benefits or raising university tuition. It’s probably not half as stupid as cutting the budgets of agencies designed to find ways to save money. But it’s hilarious and sad to see the man who held that reading would be a top priority of his second term propose that we eliminate the Florida State Library.

Of course, it’s not as it seems, dear friends. Just because his budget proposal includes ZERO money for the library and cuts all the staff as of July 1, that doesn’t mean we’re talking about closing down the institution founded in 1845. No! We’re going to shove it onto FSU. The only problem is that FSU president T.K. Wetherell said he doesn’t want it unless the state sends him the people and money to run it. And, of course, since there is a nice little $18-million cut for FSU included in the budget, how likely is that?

Like Mike Thomas says, instead of running around going “See? See? I told you what would happen if you passed that class size amendment!” as the excuse for every cut, the guv needs to get his head out of his posterior and take a look at the billions of dollars in tax cuts we’re giving away each year to the wealthy at the expense of education.

[ via Flablog ]

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Catch Me If You Can

Went to see Spielberg’s latest flick, Catch Me If You Can, tonight. It’s the story of Frank Abagnale, one of the most notorious con artists ever. Between the ages of 16 and 21, Abagnale wrote $2.5 million in phony checks, while posing as an airline pilot, a doctor, a college professor, and a lawyer. But, as the subject of this sorta biography notes, it is not without its embellishments.

As a movie, it was pretty fun and entertaining, if a tad too long. Leonardo DiCaprio plays Abagnale in his usual, charming fashion. Nothing too special. Tom Hanks, as the FBI agent on his trail, Carl Hanratty, is also solid. The film contrasts the high-living Abagnale with the hard-working Hanratty to great effect. And Christopher Walken is brilliant as Abagnale, Sr. He might even be up for a Best Supporting Actor Oscar for this.

All-in-all, Spielberg takes a movie without a lot of action or suspense and gives us a nice evening out. Worse things can happen to you. Like driving home afterward and switching on Disco Saturday Night on the radio… *shudder*

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Crap! Now We Can’t Tell If He’s Dead!

I’m not very fond of smokers or smoking. My dad smoked from the age of 16, and everything about him and our house reeked of cigarettes. But, puh-leeze: Politically-correct American poster companies airbrush Beatles Abbey Road cigarette???

I am the walrus, ya know… I buried Paul… turn me on, deadman… number nine… number nine…

[ via Dragonleg ]

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Something Wicked This Way Comes

I feel like I’m getting ready to appear on The Gong Show… *gulp*… blogwhore dot com

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You can dress us up…

We dropped Whiny off at the movie theater, so he could see some teen brain candy thing with his friends, and then Pepperkat, the Mrs. and I headed off in search of a place to sup. Our first choice, Barnhill’s Buffet, was packed to the gills. So, we drove around in typical fashion:

“Where do you want to eat?”
“I dunno. Where do you want to eat?”
“I dunno. Where do you want to eat?”
“I dunno. Where do you want to eat?”

Try an hour or two of that the next time you want to get rid of that pesky will-to-live feeling… We finally decided to go to Steak and Ale for the logical reason that they have warm brown bread.

Things didn’t start off too well with our waiter:

ME: So, tell me, what kind of ale do they have at Steak and Ale?
HIM: Um, ale?
ME: Yes, my good man, ale. Perchance do you have Guinness? (I refrained from the ‘Mmmm…’ part.)
HIM: I don’t think we have ale.
ME: *sigh* Iced tea, please.

Yes, there was no ale at Steak and frickin’ ALE. Sucks to be me, I know. In spite of that, dinner was lovely and proceeded in an orderly fashion, until the inevitable reared its ugly head:

THE DREADED AFTER-DINNER CONVERSATION.

Pepperkat: My bicycle helmet’s cracked. I need a new one.
Mrs: You need a new helmet?
Me: You’ll need a spear to go with it…
Pepperkat: Spear and magic helmet!
Mrs: Spear and magic helmet?
Pepperkat: Magic helmet!
Mrs: Magic helmet?
Pepperkat: Yes, magic helmet! And I’ll give you a sample!
Me: *giggle* Shhh! We’re making a scene…
Mrs: Oh, but Westah, you’re so wovewy…
Me: Yes, I know it…I can’t help it…
Pepperkat: Oh, Brunhilde, be my wuuuuv!
Me: Um, check please!

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T.I.A. Blocked…For Now…

Ron Wyden is my new hero, although I must say all of those nice people in the Senate that were actually there and not sleeping during the voice vote to block funding for the Pentagon database deserve a laurel and hearty handshake. Sure, it was tacked on to a spending bill and not taken head-on. Sure, it doesn’t actually turn off the power in Poindexter’s evil underground laboratory. But at least somebody was awake enough to put language in there that says TIA cannot be deployed without congressional approval. That’s something, isn’t it?

[ More info seen at The Liberty Dogs ]

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