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Monday, February 23, 2009

Babies Makin' Babies

I must say I find it amusing how so many of the Bible-thumping types who practically swoon with ecstasy every time some creepy hillbilly has a bunch of babies, are soooooo
disapproving of the so-called Octomom

Of course, I’m sure the fact that she’s one of them thar Ay-Rabs, and quite possible a Moos-lum, has nothing to do with it…

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Not that the "Return of Musicals" segment wasn't a ravage in itself...

Surely I can't be the only person watching the Oscars who wanted to see Hugh Jackman brandish his Wolverine blades and ravage the first few rows...

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

2/3/59

I think Cricket guitarman Sonny Curtis got it right: the levee isn't dry, the music didn't die, and every time some shy, geeky kid in the suburbs picks up a Fender Stratocaster with dreams of music and stardom in his head, Buddy Holly lives...

Sunday, February 01, 2009

What It Was, Was Football

Random desultory musings on the big game (as I count the days until spring training):



I rooted for the Steelers, if only because I'm sick of Kurt Warner hosting a goddam Billy Graham revival every time he completes a pass...



Good job from Jennifer Hudson. I love when they "soul" up the national anthem; just think of old those old geezers' heads exploding...



The thing I like best about the Super Bowl is that it coincides with the end of January, the worst month of the year...



John Madden: love ya dude, but hit the salad bar once in a while...



Is it just me, or is Bruce's hairline, ah, re-advancing...


Oh, and the game didn't suck...