Shouldn't both answers be correct?

Ken Jennings...Mormon...shows Trebek that he knows what it's like in the STREETS, yo.

Halloween done right

One of the more incruedulous assertions made by Tar Heels in the inevitable "No, we party harder" last-call battles, is that Franklin St. Halloween celebrations are legendary. Well, I'm sorry, kids, but Madison just plain does it better, and on this, there can be no argument.

MADISON, Wis. - Police used repeated bursts of pepper spray early Sunday to break up a crowd of Halloween celebrants, part of a weekend of revelry in which more than 400 people were arrested. ...

Police declared an unlawful assembly early Sunday and used officers on horseback to move chanting and beverage-tossing revelers off State Street. The pepper spray was used after cups filled with beverages and ice were thrown at officers.

Most arrests were for alcohol-related offenses, said Lt. Pat Malloy. He said the local detoxification center was filled to capacity and some people had to be taken to emergency rooms.

It's Franklin St. times about 50, with about 300 times as much booze. UW at least gave UNC a run for their money during last year's NCAA tournament, but this just isn't even close. Give it up, kids. We are the champions.

ahem

"In this retro world, a woman must play hard to get but stay soft as a kitten. And avoid sarcasm. Altogether."

-MoDo

WHOOT!!!

Y'all come back next week
and you'll see who's weak:
that fuckin' Angry Hippie
fuckin' lookin' like Pippi
Longstocking
I'm done talkin'
But I keep clockin'
fuckin' blockin'
motherfuckin' spam
all up in my comment area
If I liked you that much
you know I'd fuckin' marry ya


Rochester, you're next.

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Kerfuffle

For those of you bored at work this afternoon (and I know for a fact there's at least two of you out there), here's some meaty stuff you can chew on for a whizz.

Since the special prosecutor has just handed down indictments in the whole Plamegate affair, and since the media will almost certainly spin this as a confirmation of the whole "Bush outed a CIA agent to get back at someone who told the truth about WMD" meme, instead of actually reporting what it means (which is, not a whole lot), read this summary of the entire affair, which lays out how news accounts continue to get the basic facts about the case very, very wrong.

This is hardcore

To paraphrase Lindsey Buckingham, that's how we do it in WI. We go to football games and pose with hot girls wearing pelts on their heads and anthropomorphic beer bottles. That's my uncle, Larry, on the left. I don't know who those other jerks are.

TV on DVD

AKA "crack." The NYT discovers the fun.

Some of us are known to have sessions of Chapelle's Show, but I've also had sessions with The Office, The OC (duhvs), Freaks and Geeks, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Home Movies (season 2 is waiting for me at home), Futurama, Undeclared, and Arrested Development. Which, that's absolutely the super best #1 show to watch on DVD, because the plot lines and especially the jokes are so rewarding when you remember how they began, and how they carry over and change from episode to episode. You can forget a lot of that stuff if you watch only week-to-week.

Holy fuck

I really want this.

Like, bad.

BloggerCon '05

A long November to come, yet there's reason to believe maybe this (coming) year will be better than the last. I've not gone mad, I know that January is yet months away. But should we not be able to define a year on our own terms? New Year's Eve is supposed to be a time of communal celebration; a year gone by, out with old, etc. But this is the future. Newspaper columns have ceded to blogs, radio shows to podcasts, tyranny to democracy. Can't we, the people, define our own years? I hope so.

In the meantime, please see below, the documented proof of the constructive power of a bunch of drunken bloggers swilling beer and networking in meat-, as opposed to cyber-space. Left to right: Rochester, Annie, yours effing truly, and the Angry Hippie.


Now that's living...the High Life.

So, maybe bumming around Five Points, eating pizza and watching movies isn't such a bad life after all. Friendly friends, always with room at the table for one more, live close by. Come hang out, why don't you? And maybe this time next year we won't have to travel so far for BloggerCon '06. I'm sure we can make it happen. We practically own the world at this point.

Bird flu in Britain

LONDON (AP)- The British government said Sunday that a strain of bird flu that
killed a parrot in quarantine is the deadly H5N1 strain that has plagued Asia
and recently spread to Europe.

In other news, organic chickens will soon be receiving large doses of echinacea to try to combat the flu.

I'll have the biscuits and gravy, please

If girls with nice boobs work at Hooters, where do one-legged girls work?

IHOP.

the video iPod is ready, the NYT isn't

This article is retarded. Ostensibly, the guy is reviewing the new video iPod, but all he ends up doing is revealing his ignorance. He blasts forth by wondering who would want to watch TV shows on a 2.5 inch screen. Well, somebody wanted to, ya dipshit, or Apple wouldn't have built the thing. He bemoans the deart of programming available for iTunes. Well, the thing came like a week ago. Relax, brosef, more is assuredly on the way. He goes on to compare it to other devices like a portable TiVO (which, what? how?) and a new device called "Sling." Whatever. Those things will fail because they'll be ugly, too complicated to work, and nobody will know what they do or why they need them. Apple, though, knows that people will see that you can watch "Lost" on your iPod and go, "Oh, ok. I get it." I have no idea why I would need a Sling box to forward cable programming to my computer. I pretty much already download all the shows I want to watch anyway.

"There are no bogeymen like the original, illegal Napster or Kazaa to bring everyone to Mr. Jobs's table - at least, not yet. Rather, as more people get high-speed connections to their homes, Mr. Jobs is positioning his new device as a pre-emptive strike against pirates and file-sharers."

Ok, no. Has this guy never heard of BitTorrent? The first thing i thought when I heard "video iPod" was, "Can I play my downloaded TV shows on it?" Downloaded TV shows now are just like MP3s, quasi-legal, yet readily available. And the market has bowed to the reality of MP3s (in that iPods and other portable devices will play them), just like it will for shared videos. It's ridiculous to portray the video iPod as a "pre-emptive strike" against video pirates, because the pirates have already struck. Get with the program, NYT. Ha. Get it?

UPDATE: Much better.

iBoobie?

So, uh, how does one change tracks? Where does she plug in the headphones? How do I get my hands on one of these things? Or two?

Video iPod

Ok, great. Now I have to take the entire day off of work so I can go to the Apple store and gently caress the new VIDEO IPOD!!!
They shrunk the bastard some more, too, so you can now get an iPod that plays TV shows and music videos, in full color, for less than iPaid for my 10GB, black and white, music-only iPod.
The iPod now can handle fully 50% of what I use my laptop for. Music, movies, and photos. If it could browse the web, that would take care of another 25%. If it could make spreadsheets... well, yeah, on second thought? No spreadsheets, please. Welcome to the future, hippies.

The Americans are fools. I offered my services, they refused.

The casting battle for the next James Bond is heating up. Since I pretty much define the target audience for this franchise, I've got a few thoughts. First and foremost, there's no way in heck I will accept a Croatian James Bond. That's just retarded. I really liked Pierce Brosnan as Bond, although the quality of the films has dropped precipitously since the underrated "Golden Eye." In a better world, the Bond movies would get a decent script and a decent director instead of new Bond. Would it be too much to ask for Chris McQuarrie to write a script? Or David Fincher to direct?

Since I'm a white male between the ages of 18-49, people should listen to me when I say the follwing two things: One, cast Daniel Craig as the new James Bond. Should he become unavailable for some reason, such as a horrific auto accident, or the End of Days, please cast Julian McMahon. Or the Transporter. Two: I DO NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT HARRY POTTER. Please cease any and all activities in this regard. Thank you.


Also, and only related because it has to do with TV: Can Derek Jeter please close his fucking mouth? When he's in the batter's box, smacking away on his gum, he looks like a baby bird waiting to accept his mother's pre-digested worm-meal. It's digusting. It doesn't make him look confident or cool. It makes him look like a Matt LeBlanc-esque mouth-breather. So, shut your gumhole, Derek Jeter.


UPDATE: Brilliant!

Shining

Have you seen this yet? Dude recut scenes from "The Shining" to make a preview for the feel-good hit of the summer.

Kind of same-ily, I saw "Serenity" the other night. Damn! Now that's how you make a kick-ass movie! Deep-space pirates? Check. 17 year-old girl as killing machine? Check. 'Splosions? Check.
There was even one point where I was genuinely shocked and surprised at a plot twist. That don't really happen too often. Except for effing Veronica Mars! Shit! The whole bus!!!

Anyway. Do yourselves a favor and check the shit out, hippies. Or, when you go to the movies next time, buy a ticket for "Serenity" and then go see whatever you want. See, if it makes enough money, they'll make a sequel.

oh, just some pictures

Here are a coupla pictures from when me and Annie were road trippin'. (You can click 'em to make 'em bigger.)
First, butterfly vs. moving van. Guess who won.
Family dinning. Open forever.

Who would've thought such a cute girl would talk about poop so much?

birds get the flu, too

It's Bird Flu Awareness Week, hippies. And there's nothing I like better than obsessing about remote threats. And awareness. So, click here to get a big ol' dose of both.

Out of office auto-reply (or, Gone Country)

Sorry for the lack of posts, hippies. It's good to see that AH and Rochester have taken up the slack in my absense. Errr...wait...
As you know, I was helping Annie with the final stages of her intercontinental move from Rotterdam to Nashville, TN. I'll leave it her to update y'all on the deets, should she choose to do so. Unfortch, I seem to have picked up the flu during our travels, and haven't the energy to blog about cooler stuff besides my own white blood cells.
Thanks to all, though, who left comments or sent cards and/or gifts to celebrate the remarkable moment of time that occured last Wednesday. It's a blessing to have such a thoughtful and generous group of friends. I will be contacting you shortly if your check didn't clear.
So, enjoy the electronic silence, savor the empty hum of the power lines which now course free of half-formed opinions and gas-baggery. Well, of mine, anyway.
Back soon.