Sep
26
2014
2

I really and truly got nothing, folks. I’m gonna play music videos.

Seriously, I got a screaming case of the don’t-really-cares. Besides, it’s Friday.

Sep
07
2014
5

Tweet of the Day, …I Kind Of Hope Not edition.

Submitted without comment.

Although the mental image amuses.

Sep
06
2014
--

Kind of a quiet day today, huh?

Well, kind of quiet. I suppose that’s good.

Sorry.  Some days coming up with stuff to natter on about can be… involved.

Sep
19
2013
2

this is i don’t even my mind is snapping under the strain

What. THE HELL. Is. This?!?!?!

Ermengarde Stubbs was the beauteous blonde daughter of Hiram Stubbs, a poor but honest farmer-bootlegger of Hogton, Vt. Her name was originally Ethyl Ermengarde, but her father persuaded her to drop the praenomen after the passage of the 18th Amendment, averring that it made him thirsty by reminding him of ethyl alcohol, C2H5OH. His own products contained mostly methyl or wood alcohol, CH3OH. Ermengarde confessed to sixteen summers, and branded as mendacious all reports to the effect that she was thirty. She had large black eyes, a prominent Roman nose, light hair which was never dark at the roots except when the local drug store was short on supplies, and a beautiful but inexpensive complexion. She was about 5ft 5.33…in tall, weighed 115.47 lbs. on her father’s copy scales—also off them—and was adjudged most lovely by all the village swains who admired her father’s farm and liked his liquid crops.

It goes on. Terrifyingly, it goes on – and yeah, you’re going to have to click through to see the author. Ia, Ia-Ia, Ia-Ia…

Via Cracked and AoSHQ.

Aug
25
2013
1

…and, wow, it’s slow even for a Sunday in August.

I mean, wow, it’s like nothing is going on. Freaky.

:pause:

May
16
2013
10
May
08
2013
6

I’m going to cheat and write a post…

…about how I have nothing to write a post about.

Sorry about that; between Iron Man 3 and the youngest starting toilet training today it’s been a bit of a distracting day. And that’s aside from… everything else, really.

Dec
18
2012
3

Seven days until Christmas…

…and what do you want under your tree?

(pause)

Gimme a break, I’m running on vapors at this point.  December during a lame-duck year is hell on political reporting; right now the big question in Dizzy City is How many politicians are going to completely reverse their previous positions on fiscal policy*? There’s going to be no more real action for another three weeks, and I’m running out of stuff.

Moe Lane

*The answer is, of course, All of them.  Welcome to Washington, DC: here’s your accordion.

Sep
25
2012
5

Huh. I got, like, three posts waiting for events to transpire…

…or confirmation to get through, or whatnot.  So… I got nothing, really.  Except that the Xbox is working!  I still haven’t figured out what to sing yet, though. Nothing’s reached out and said This would be perfect, or at least perfectly embarrassing.

Jun
22
2012
8

#rsrh Today is the day that the Obama campaign vanquishes me.

I will never be able to parody them as much as they have parodied themselves with this (Via Weasel Zippers, via @davidhauptmann):

Although I no longer feel upset about saying HIT THE TIP JAR OVER THERE ON THE SIDEBAR.  I mean, really: ‘crass’ no longer figures into it.  I could put up pictures of big-eyed, fluffy kittens and I’d still not be anywhere as cynical as… this.

Feb
27
2012
2

Reality Defeats Me, County Supervisor/Sex Tape/Meth Scandal Edition.

I got nothing about this story about Alameda County (California) Supervisor Nadia Lockyer (wife to California Treasurer Bill Lockyer) and an alleged sex tape allegedly involving her and a former meth addict.  Well.  Almost nothing.

:ahem:

NAME.

THAT.

PARTY!!!!!

…And no, the name of the party is not “methamphetamine.”

Moe Lane

(Via Instapundit, via AoSHQ)

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