Okay, I have roughly 10 minutes before I have to crank out a draft op-ed for the big boss. So, I’m going to keep much of my snark in check until another day and just offer some links and things. I will say this though: I was flipping through tv channels and happened upon that sugary treat of shallowness known as Guiliana and Bill (or something) and watched as Guiliana prepared for the surrogate birth of their child. It disturbed me greatly. I’d rather be raised by Madea than a woman who refused to gain weight at the suggestion of her doctors so that she could healthily carry a child. Not sure what kind of influence this is on young girls but then I guess E! is just a trough of this kind of thing. Weird how something so saccharine can be so God-awful depressing…
Anyway, happily moving on from all that glittery fool’s gold…
So my favorite thing that came out of the third debate was the new “Big Bird” in the form of Mitt Romney’s an idiot and doesn’t understand that Iran is bordered by other bodies of water so how can he say something ludicrous like Syria is the path to the sea. Ahem. Work it out for yourselves simpletons. But I look forward to your guru leaving office, either in a few weeks or later on down the road. Because my Lord if that isn’t frightening. I’ll just leave you with a quote from the Coach as we discussed it:
“It’s like saying ‘Panama is Venezuela’s path to the Pacific’ and having them be like ‘Psh, what a retard…Venezuela can just go around Chile…'”
Think about it.
Mom says I should stay in town and have Thanksgiving in Southern Maryland with the cousins and extended fam. If I decide to do it, I’m making these. Because I think my Aunt Chong would dig that. Also, my sister’s candied pecans. I think I’ll be making these tonight in fact. I’ll post a pic when they’re done. I love them so much with morning coffee…
So fascinating reading for you while I work:
This is pretty interesting, especially given how Dems are beginning to squawk already about the Executive powers Romney may have upon entering office. Heh. (h/t George)
And on the other side of the spectrum, there’s this. The one referencing the cat lady vote is my favorite.
Also, the way he was looking at him leads me to believe he would have done this if he thought he could get away with it.
New restaurant by the office the boys tell me has half-off Sangria pitchers everyday for happy hour. That’s going to happen.
These should be tried I guess. I’ve always had trouble with Asian food made and served by hipster white kids who don’t see the irony in being politically correct while naming one of their rolls the “godzirra.” See, that is funny to me. But I’m a heartless bastard and don’t pretend to be otherwise.
This was posted by a Texas friend of mine (who I assume is traveling home) with the statement that there “ain’t no time for the jibber-jabber in Texas.” I love Texas.
Been reading this and this at the same time. Because they relate. I swear being entitled just makes you bitchy. “I mean I know I got a new car but it doesn’t have the heated seats. And I really like having a warm butt. Sigh. I guess I can deal with it if I have to…” Gah.
The other day I sent a tweet out about Elmo being a Grover wannabe. Then a friend sent me perhaps the funniest thing I’ve read in a month. The internet is ridiculous. I love it.
Elmo doesn’t own dick.
Where was Elmo in the late ’70s and early ’80s, when Grover was carrying Sesame Street on his back? He wasn’t getting any help from hacks like Oscar the Grouch, and Burt and Ernie were busy hanging out at the projects. Grover single-handedly kept Sesame Street going, helping little bastards everywhere learn the alphabet.
But, along comes Elmo, whose only skill is laughing when he gets tickled, and everyone’s supposed to kneel and bow?!
Hell, NO!
It’s happening this weekend and is always a great rivalry. Charlie’s already talking about the lives he ruins every year on the day of this game. I don’t know what he means but I think I may stay away from him that night….Also, the bulldog cracked me up. So chill.
The secret chemist in me just did a geeky cheer while wearing glasses and before slamming a beaker full of wine into the fireplace.
Thanks Madonna for continuing to miss the point.
Have some life and spirit.
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