Friday, December 23, 2005

Just Three More Days...

As little use as I have for Christoper Hitchens in general - he's always come off as a pompous twit more in love with his own ability to turn a phrase than anything else - I gotta admit this gave me a chuckle. Ah, day I'll understand how a majority can claim to be the by fiat rulers of a country while at the same time claim to be oppressed.

Next stop, Peaceful Valley, Mississippi. Y'all all have a good weekend. Tell everyone you love that you love 'em, and that's good enough for me.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

I've Been Waiting On Something Like This For A While, Actually...

If anyone asks, I hope Santa brings me this for Christmas. Just like Monty Python's responsible for my love of philosophy, a childhood love of comic books and Doctor Who is why I'm fascinated with physics. I don't understand most of it - most of the philosophy I read, neither, to be quite frank - but I do enjoy it. Apparently, a "Science of Doctor Who" book is coming out this coming April, right in time for my birthday. Imagine that.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Tell Him I Said Suck MY...

The always insightful Digby of Hullabaloo has an excellent post up on the death of Richard Pryor. He says better than I ever could why Pryor was so relevent, not to mention howlingly funny, to a dumbass country boy growing up in the rural Deep South in the '80s. Pryor's been sick for a long, long time, of course, so I imagine for many of his friends and family this is as much a relief as a tragedy. Still, like with Bill and Hunter, there's a little bit of pain seeing one less philosopher who actually gave a damn in the world.

The world rolls on...

Friday, December 02, 2005

Now, That's Just Rude...

Ever get caught having sex? By which I mean, have you (and hopefully whoever was with you) got caught by someone who you didn't expect on being there whilst en flagrant nookie? Embarrassing as hell, isn't it, though for the life of me I can't understand why. I mean, as Clarence Carter taught us, almost everything that has life in it has sex, and the vast majority of us humans can think of little else than that next piece of tail. You'd think we'd just grin a bit and say "Give us a few minutes and we'll be out of your hair."

Elvis knows I've been walked in on a couple of times, by roommates, neighbors and one really frightening time by the girl's boyfriend (whose existence I was till then unaware of). Never by a family member, though a friend of mine was making the sign of the triple-finned catfish with his girl in his girl's parents' bed when the girl's mom walked in, and that's just tacky as hell. Apparently, though, the only thing Mom said was thank God Dad wasn't the one that caught them.

However, some folks are just plain rude. Long story short, professor walks in on an unknown couple having sex in his office. Instead of quickly dressing, mumbling an embarrassed apology and making a swift, unobtrusive exit, the male copulee proceeds to bless out the professor. Hope this doesn't get around to Tom Wolfe, he might just soil his nice white suit.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

As Always, It's A Big Ol' Goofy World

Okay, so y'all know about Jack Abramoff, the high mucky-muck lobbyist cat who's currently in serious deep pudding over some shady shenanigans concerning some sticky money going to legislators on both sides of the aisle, right? This whole affair is a big deal for a couple reasons. For one, it looks like a whole lot of folks in Congress have got a pocketful of Abramoff's funny money and a whole lot of 'em could be looking at some serious heat if Abramoff - currently catching much of the same hell Smilin' Tom DeLay is - goes down. Frankly, I'm prone to agree with the idea that, if nothing else, the recent spate of governmental malfeasance means it's high time to do some serious house cleaning.

But here's what's funny to me. After leaving those wild-eyed funsters the College Republicans and just before joining up with Ollie North's Citizens For America - the dopes that raised money to fund the Contras in Nicaragua (which he eventually was booted from for "carelessly" spending it's money, and that just gives me all kinds of willies), Abramoff spent some time in Hollywood. His magnum opus? Dolph Lundgren's masterpiece of political intrigue and tight plotting Red Scorpion.

Yeah, I know. Ain't that a helluva note? Next time some dingbat with too much time on his hands whines about "liberal Hollywood", remind them that this is what happens when hardcore conservative stormtroopers take their hand at the big screen.