Archive for August 2008

mcsame eyes palin’s rack

August 31, 2008

head over to voenix rising for a fun video whosing mcsame checking out his’ wannabe veep’s rack.  and then watch this one – too funny.

here’s some interesting facts about govenor palin (originally from moveon.org):

really?

August 31, 2008

this is a biff the iphone shot of the 1st national bank building in downtown st paul from the other night.  (side story – you should see how exceedingly fucking difficult it is to drive around downtown st paul where cb and i live due to the republifuck convention). 

does projecting an amaerican flag image against a building automatically make you patriotic? 

is this really necessary?

is this what i have to look forward to for the next week?

ugg.

happy birthday mr. roddick

August 31, 2008

headshot? me? no….. yes….

August 30, 2008

so on thursday i had to get a headshot.  this was not planned.  i was not prepared.  had i known, i would have gone on a crash diet to loose 300 pounds, gotten hair extensions and generally tried to become a new person overnight (or hell, i’d have shaved and/or wore something decent).

but all the same, i’m almost ok with this shot:

not to shabby eh?

i’m sure my internet-hater will have something obnoxious to say, but as far as pictures go, it’s not to bad.  thoughts?

bible-humping chick

August 29, 2008

i’ve always thought – why use my own words, when others will do just fine.

may i present sn0tty.  sn0tty is brilliant.  she just sum’s up my thoughts completely on mcsame’s pick for veep (including the bit about bacon). 

click the pic to read all about it.

(photo stolen her myspace page.  she looks cool, no?)

and to think that i saw it on university avenue* (or, adventures with biff the iphone)

August 29, 2008

i wonder if he needs me to give him a sponge bath? (fyi, he was much cuter in person and less of a mouth breather than this picture makes him appear)

oh how i wish you really see what she was wearing – the bling on her phone is nothing compared to the bling on her shirt – those are horses by the way painted on, and each horses’ eye is a rhinestone – and their saddles featured rhinestones too.  she never once got off the phone while the cashier was ringing her up.  and had the most white trash southern accent ever.

i think the guy in the orange shirt was cruising me big time in the targhetto on university ave.  he was hot from the front too.  if only i had done something about it.

and so it begins.  please buddha give me strength to not go postal while mcsame and his croneys (now featuruing a woman! as a blatent ploy to get the hillary-junkies on his side) invade my fair city.

happy labor day weekend ya’ll.

*apologies to dr. suess for stealing ‘and to think that i saw it on mulberry street“.  remind me to tell you all about the time i re-wrote the suess classic as an absurdest play for a script writing class in college.

me. reflected.

August 28, 2008

for those of you who have ink, ever forget you have it?

i did. just today, totally forgot I had the sleeve. here was the view in my mirror as i drove home.

tattooed beefy hunk du jour

August 28, 2008

fucking network news dweebs

August 27, 2008

a) you suck for not showing more of the convention.

b) you suck more for not showing President Clinton’s speech in its entirity.

c) especially nbc for only airing a minute of his speech.  thank god cbs aired more. 

d) fucking dweeby network news twits.

reason #897 i love the internets

August 27, 2008

i love – lemme stress, love christopher moore novels.  i’ve written about him many times.  his wit amazes me.  anywho, what’s this have to do with the internet’s you ask?  well he has a website and a myspace page and on those pages he frequently blogs about the book writing process (not to mention his liberal leanings).  i love that the interenet – at its best – connects you to what you love. 

anywho, a recent post on his site revealed the cover and the first paragraph to his next novel ‘fool’.  the book comes out on february 10.  here’s the first paragraph:

“The city of San Francisco is being stalked by a huge, shaved vampyre cat named Chet, and only I, Abby Normal, emergency back-up mistress of the greater Bay Area night, and my manga-haired love monkey, Foo Dog, stand between the ravenous monster and a bloody massacre of the general public. Which isn’t, like, as bad as it sounds, because the general public kind of sucks ass.”

me likey the internets for this reason, and i can’t wait for “fool”