Arthur C. Clarke (1917 - 2008)

Rest in peace.

Um...

Er... I uh... well... yeah, I can't even form words.
Read for yourself.

Gross.

Update: (Terrible) Punchline: The guy should be nominated for Boyfriend of the Year (2nd year running).

Update: That joke sucked. I know.

Update: Money Quote:

The boyfriend called police on Feb. 27 to report that "there was something wrong with his girlfriend,"...

Ya think?

Beware The Witching Hour...

... when garden gnomes stalk the night.

They're coming for your souls.

There's A Joke In There Somewhere...

...that begins (or ends) with, "Well, politician is the second oldest profession..."

I know. It needs a little work.

Anyway, this couldn't have happened to a nicer person. I didn't vote for the guy, but he scared the living crap out of me when he proposed giving illegal aliens driver's licenses and his ham-handed idea about taxing internet purchases even on affiliates wasn't too politically astute either. He just seemed kind of oily to me, and just another political creep.

Eliot, buddy, resign already so I can enjoy being a New Yorker again.

Much coverage here.

Happy New Year, by the way

Ya jerks.




Yeah, I know it's the 11th. All I can say is that it was a rough night that did not, I repeat did not end with $30 worth of McDonalds.

That is all. Continue with your day, people.

(un)intentional comedy

I find it very hard difficult to believe that the editor did not know what he was doing when writing this, but I'm duty-bound to present to you, your headline of the month.*

*MILDLY NSFW

I Saw Mommy Pawing Santa Claus

From the Associated Press:
Woman accused of groping mall Santa

No commentary necessary.

Happy holidays, everyone*!

Update (sorta):
At least this Santa didn't get shot at.

Update 2:
Somebody's getting some doggy doo in their stocking this year.

Update 3: * By "everyone," I mean my one reader.
And my mom who'd read this if she could figure out how to turn on the stupid computer...

Days of Infamy

December 7, 1941