I want to date this voter:But on second thought, Al Franken is more of an amphibian. I say it's a vote for Coleman.
I just found an article discussing a book of presidential doodles (Reagan: hearts with "NDR + RR" inscribed in them.
There's an excellent historical essay up on Slate about the obnoxious, self-congratulatory tone the media has taken regarding the election of a black president.
I know, I know, I didn't blog about the election at all! That's because I'm still bitter CNN didn't turn me into a hologram.
Richard Trenton Chase was the Vampire of Sacramento, a serial killer who put human and animal blood and viscera into his blender to make a delicious smoothie intended both to stop his heart from shrinking to an infinitely small size and to re-energize his blood, which was turning to powder.
Ummm . . . what the fuck is up with the title to my most recent post?
I'm always delighted by listening to Lyndon Johnson's secretly recorded telephone conversations, mostly because I find LBJ such a fascinating, engaging, funny, depressing sort of guy, but also because it's almost invariably true that at some point either the President or his interlocutor will say something mean about somebody else.
I know this is hardly news, but I have to say that I'm delighted by the latest sex scandal to befall the beleaguered voters of the Sixteenth Florida Congressional District.
As most of you probably know, I'm addicted to Wikipedia. I can spend hours hopping from link to link.
This year's Nobel laureate is Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio of France, an "author of new departures, poetic adventure and sensual ecstasy, explorer of a humanity beyond and below the reigning civilization.
Listen, I happen to like Governor Palin. Sure, her interviews were embarrassing. But I blame that on some poor, Professor Higgins-inspired strategy devised by McCain's operatives than on Palin.
Isn't it amusing how we still get our panties all knotted up whenever someone swears in some kind of public forum such as the Oscars, or a football game, or on a wiretap played to the jury in a federal corruption prosecution?Senator Ted Stevens is still, for the moment, on trial on charges relating to some home improvements he didn't pay for.
Snooty Swedish bitchface Horace Engdahl, member of the Nobel Prize Committee, declares Americans too stupid to write good books!He says Americans can't expect to win the Nobel because our writers are "too sensitive to trends in their own mass culture," and don't translate enough foreign novels (presumably Swedish ones?)I'm not even sure what he's trying to say, but it's mostly nonsense.
If I were this kid, I'd just have dumped her and gotten a girl with bigger tits, but that's just me:
A Colorado teenager hired men to kill his mother so he could use her money to get breast implants for his girlfriend, police said.
I'm reading D.H. Lawrence's The Plumed Serpent. It's a tremendously good book, full of all that great writhing hate that makes Lawrence so unique among major novelists.
In her latest column, Ann Coulter makes her usual number of ridiculous claims about, for instance, Barack Obama's allegiance to Satan (based on the dedication to a book written by someone who "tried" to hire Hillary Clinton and then trained some of the very people who later actually did hire Obama) and other infuriating historical fallacies.
In honor of the fact that I managed to totally enrage one of my very favorite commenters with yesterday's obituary of David Foster Wallace, I thought it only fitting that I should admit that there is at least one aspect of Wallace's career that I've always admired, and that was his tennis writing.
The police minister of New South Wales has been forced to resign after he admits that he did, indeed, "dance in 'very brief' underpants to techno music on a leather couch during a drunken late night party in his Parliament House office three months ago.
Finally, someone who makes my passionate love affair with the Governor look sober, tame and reasonable in comparison! Here's Camille Paglia's take on the Barracuda:
Conservative though she may be, I felt that Palin represented an explosion of a brand new style of muscular American feminism.