Hey, kids! My blog buddy (is that a word?) Craiggers over at a Puntabulous just had his 1000th post. And he made a video of himself rattling off the 10 Worst Puntabulous Posts. It's a pretty funny thing, especially if you read Puntabulous daily (and if you don't, why the hell aren't you????).
The only reason I mention this is that I, your Uncle Polt, got his name dropped in the middle of the video! The ONLY other real-life blogger to be so named. How honored was I? Well, first, I wasn't really sure I had heard right, so I rewound it and listened to it again. And then I was shocked that he actually said it. And then I just laughed at how funny it was. And then I was honored to be named at all. Especially in such a funny manner. And it was so off-the-cuff what he said. After I was all honored and shit, then I laughed again at how funny it was.
At any rate, this is the video. It's 12 minutes long, and if you don't that much time to spend on this, just advance it to about 6:25 (for the more technologically challanged of us, put your cursor over the video and when the timeline appears at the bottom, drag it to the right until 6:25 shows up). Then enjoy.
The 10 Worst Puntabulous Posts from Craig McAnally on Vimeo.
Heeheheheh, Craiggers...I do so love him. And his blog. And oh, yeah, he's totally dead on correct in what he says....not that that should come as a surprise to anyone....
POLT Listening to "Lounge Act" by Nirvana
"There's something I don't understand about Social Security." "Then you could be a member of Congress." - Toby Zeigler, The West Wing
Monday, June 30, 2008
They were sleeping in the midday sun, sleeping...
I sleep too much. There, I've said it. Got it out in the open.
I don't know why I sleep so much. I mean, I certainly enjoy sleeping. And I HATE mornings. Both of those factor in. But, like today, I slept in until about 10:30 am (after having gone to bed around midnight). I went over to mom's to do laundry and help her take a door off the hinges so she could paint it and then help her put it back up when the paint was dry. Inbetween doing all those things, I sat on the counch and read a book. And after a short while, my eyelids got heavy and I napped. It was about 1:30 I think. I only napped for like ten minutes. but geez, WHY did I need to nap? It's not like I did a whole lot before the nap.
I can get up and get to work on time at 8:00. But it's a rare week that goes by that I DON'T call in at least once and say I'll be working 9-5 today, and get an extra hour of sleep. And it's not even like that 9-5 is a ddep sleeping restful period. Well, sometimes it is, sometimes, I drop right back into a dream state. Those are the dreams I remember most often, cuase they occur right before I wake up for good.
I know I shouldn't sleep so much. I should want to sleep so much. And the night before, when I set the alarm, I'll tell myself I'll get up and do this and do that, and have breakfast here at the house and have a leisurely drive to work, and so on and so forth. but instead, the alarm goes off, I call in to work 9-5 and go back to sleep. And when the alarm goes off again, I reset it again, and again. this means, I'm rushing around to get ready, have to grab something at a convience store to eat on the way to work, and get to work a few minutes after I'm supposed to be there.
i guess I should just be damn glad I don't have a timeclock to worry about.
POLT Listening to "Take California" by the Propellorheads Oil: 140.39 (-.15); Gas: 3.99 (-)
There is magic generated by money given for lust. - Sandman #45
I don't know why I sleep so much. I mean, I certainly enjoy sleeping. And I HATE mornings. Both of those factor in. But, like today, I slept in until about 10:30 am (after having gone to bed around midnight). I went over to mom's to do laundry and help her take a door off the hinges so she could paint it and then help her put it back up when the paint was dry. Inbetween doing all those things, I sat on the counch and read a book. And after a short while, my eyelids got heavy and I napped. It was about 1:30 I think. I only napped for like ten minutes. but geez, WHY did I need to nap? It's not like I did a whole lot before the nap.I can get up and get to work on time at 8:00. But it's a rare week that goes by that I DON'T call in at least once and say I'll be working 9-5 today, and get an extra hour of sleep. And it's not even like that 9-5 is a ddep sleeping restful period. Well, sometimes it is, sometimes, I drop right back into a dream state. Those are the dreams I remember most often, cuase they occur right before I wake up for good.
I know I shouldn't sleep so much. I should want to sleep so much. And the night before, when I set the alarm, I'll tell myself I'll get up and do this and do that, and have breakfast here at the house and have a leisurely drive to work, and so on and so forth. but instead, the alarm goes off, I call in to work 9-5 and go back to sleep. And when the alarm goes off again, I reset it again, and again. this means, I'm rushing around to get ready, have to grab something at a convience store to eat on the way to work, and get to work a few minutes after I'm supposed to be there.
i guess I should just be damn glad I don't have a timeclock to worry about.
POLT Listening to "Take California" by the Propellorheads Oil: 140.39 (-.15); Gas: 3.99 (-)
There is magic generated by money given for lust. - Sandman #45
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 153)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week's theme: Atheletes! We got a little something for every fan.
Baseball
Basketball
Boxing
Cricket
Cycling
Diving
Fencing (Sweet hairthing too!)
Football
Golf
Gymnastics
Judo
Lacrosse
Skateboarding
Snowboarding
Surfing
Swimming
Tennis
Track
Volleyball
Weight-lifting
Wrestling
Ultimate Fighting!Pick your pleasure.
POLT Listening to "Death And All His Friends" by Coldplay
Stress is when you wake up screaming only to realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
In your smile, forbidden love (Part 24)...
Does THIS make me look GAY?
.....hmm, no caption needed, I think.
POLT Listening to "Raincry" by God Within
That is one fudged up little cracker. - Chef, South Par
Drive my mini-cooper, and I'm feelin super-duper (Part 5)...
Superman Sundays
Why do I love Superman so much? For many reasons, but not the least of which are things like this:
POLT Listening to "Shut Up And Let Me Go" by The Ting-Tings
So your wrote a bad play and got moested. Welcome to theater. - Karen, Will & Grace
Let's get unconscious, honey (Part 111)...
Unconscious Muttertings
these come from http://subliminal.lunanina.com/I say ... and you think ... ?
Loneliness :: Depression
Traffic :: Cop
Chaos :: Anarchy
Burp :: Gas
500 :: Dollars
Movie :: Theater
Coma :: Unconscious
Bark :: Dog
Stare :: Glasses
Angelina :: Jolie
POLT Listening to "Pork And Beans" by Weezer Oil:140.54 (+.33); Gas: 3.98 (-)
"She thinks you're a lesbian." "Well can't I be one of the cool people too?" - Daphne, Queer As Folk
Saturday, June 28, 2008
On a steel horse i ride, i'm wanted, dead or alive, wanted...
After work, I had plans to eat dinner with A Local Celebrity, Mr. David ParisPeking, and after that, we were going to a movie with Ghostie.
I got to the mall slightly early. ALCMDPP and I were eating at Garfields. It's situated in middle of the mall. The movies are on one end of the mall. When i got to the mall, I felt and urge to poop. I HATE pooping in public. But in the mall, there's a JCPenneys, at the opposite end from the movies, and they have their men's room in a corner that's currently surrounded by women's lingerie. I suppose at one time, it was the men's section, but anyway, it's a smallish bathroom and one that's not often visited, so I made my way there.
As planned, it was empty. i took the only stall and sat down. No sooner had that happened than the door opened and a guy walked in to use the urinal. Soon thereafter, another guy walked in and talked to him while they both used urinals! Of course, that meant I couldn't poop...they were IN there, can't do that. Finally, after what seemed like HOURS, the first guy washed and left.
With the other guy still in there, I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and checked the time: 3:28. We were to meet at 3:30. I KNEW ALCMDPP would arrive there, not find me, and then call. While I'm sitting on the toilet. With the other guy in there. So I held the phone in my hand, thinking as soon as it starts, I can just shut it off.
And no sooner did I think that, than it did indeed go off and start ringing. And the suddenness of it startled me...and I dropped the phone. On the floor. A bit out of reach. *SIGH* SO I had to pull it towards me with my foot until I could reach it, all the time it's ringing, and the ringtone is echoing off the tiled walls. When I turned it off, the other guy was washing up. By the time he left, the phone had stopped. So I had to call ALCMDPP back, I could talk now that I was alone.
I told him I'd be there in 5 or 10 minutes. He said okay and asked where I was. Of course he would. I just told him i'd tell him when I got there, we hung up and I FINALLY got down to business. Luckily I got to do that uninterrupted.
The meal was good, the conversation better. We discussed things all politics, of course. I mean, I love having the opportunity to call Comedian Rush Limbaugh a flat (flat, not fat) out liar. Also, we discussed The Shingle Incident, his wife and daughters, offshore drilling, the screeching harpies on the radio, Glenn Beck, Keith Olbermann, Alaska, the desserts available, Ghostie, Pearl Jam, Melissa Etheridge, and his new sandals.
We walked around the Mall for a bit cause we had some spare time. I enjoyed checking out the eye candy at the mall. He bought a birthday card for his sister. I thought the card was stupid, and he had second thoughts about it himself, wanting to return once the movie ended. But since he had only paid $1.05 for it in the first place, I don't think that happened. We also looked for $1 flip-flops for his wife, but only found them in grey and brown, and apparently, his wife doesn't "roll that way".
We got out tickets and went into the lobby to wait for Ghostie. It was then we encountered James, who was taking tickets. I call him unofficially "Chuckles". Officially, given the chance, I'd call him, "Stupid Fucking Punk, Lose The Attitude, You Minimum Waged Moron". I fully realize that standing on your feet all day, in a movie theater lobby, wearing a horridly wrinkled shirt emblazoned with the theater's name and wearing a headset like an Old-Navy-employee-wannabe and doing nothing but tearing tickets in half and directing people to the left or right, when, if they had an ounce of intelligence, they could find the well numbered theaters on their own, while earning barely enough money to keep your gas tank filled, really is NOT all that glamorous. But PUH-LEASE, lose the freakin' attitude, perhaps fake a smile, LOOK at people when then talk to you, and most importantly, when you answer their questions, do NOT start walking away from them and say your answers to the floor in front of you. And shave your chin...I'm scure you worked hard all week to get those six hairs as long as they are, but really, it's not very becoming. Oh, and running a comb through your hair really wouldn't kill you would it?
Just sayin.....but I digress...
Ghostie, ALCMDPP and I get into the theater and get seated. Luckily, it's about fifteen minutes to the start of the movie, because ALCMDPP got a phone call. And he answered it. In the theater. And proceeded to have a conversation with the person. A LOUD conversation. What I, and most of the other theater patrons, could gleam from the conversation is that someone was apparently in Seattle, couldn't get a plane until 11:00 tonight, didn't $400 to get the ticket changed, was trying to get into Delaware, or Baltimore-Washington International, had no where to stay, was given the suggestion by ALCMDPP to take a cab (to where, I'm not sure...Seattle to Delware would cost a smidge more than the person had, I'm sure), and found out that traffic was so bad here ALCMDPP wouldn't be able to get to him for hours anyway. At least that's what I, and most of the other theater patrons, got from hearing one side of the conversation. Granted, it was before the movie started, during the commercials they show, but really....well, it's just apparent that ALCMDPP doesn't have the same concerns about talking in public on his cellphone as I do: recall, I wouldn't talk on it in a bathroom with one other person in their.
Eventually, Ghostie and I, embarrassed by the whole thing, just got up and walked to seats on the other side of the theater. When he finished, ALCMDPP came and sat with us, totally oblivious to how loud he was actually talking. Until we told him that is.
And then, the movie started. We went to see Wanted. My review: Stupid. Stupid, insipid, and dumb. I could not believe a script this flat out stupid could ever get made. Basically, there's this Fraternity of assassins who can shot bullets in arcs and around corners and who get their orders from an ancient prophetic wheaving loom of fate.
No, seriously, I'm not kidding.
Not even an extended shirtless scene by the cute, gorgeously blue-eyed, James McAvoy could save this thing. To be fair, some of the action scenes, while stretching any believablity into the realm of impossibility, were fun to watch. And Common, as one of the assassins looked REAL fine (as did McAvoy). And the soundtrack was really outstanding. But really, that's all I got to say positive about this thing.
There's a plot twist in the latter half of the film that came as a surprise to I think no one. I saw it coming for at least a half hour. Terrance Stamp was totally wasted. He's an incredible actor, but here, he does little worth mentioning. Angelina Jolie looked anorexic to me, but I don't watch many of her films so maybe she looks that way all the time. Morgan Freeman is good in whatever film he's in, but he's not got much to work with here, and it really is a waste.
Oh and the plot...such that it was...*SIGH*. If Wesley was such a dweeb as he's protrayed in the beginning, how'd he get the attractive blonde, albeit bitchy, girlfriend to begin with? Why does no one in Chicago sees these two people riding the tops of the trains through town almost every night and calls the cops? How does Fox fall with the part of the train that falls first, but yet, when the car Wesley and Cross are in gets stuck, suddenly she's in that car? And how does Terrance Stamp, who was left at the train station, get to Wesley, get him out of the water, and get him back from Europe to Chicago all before Wesley wakes up? For that matter, if Fox comes all the way from Europe back to Chicago, don't you think she'd have time to clean the blood off her face and shirt collar before she walked into the Factory and gave Sloan the report? Wouldn't either the bitchy girlfriend or Barry ahve heard the gun rattling around in the toilet? From the angle he's got sitting in a chair, shooting across town, through the parking garage, up into the builing and across the room, is there any single angle or way possible, even with a lot of adrenline, that Wesley could EVEN see the guy at the end, much less shoot him? And in the end, was the Code actually followed, cause Wesley's still alive?
Dumb, stupid, inane. I could not suspend my disblief enough to enjoy this movie. And frankly, if I sitting there, thinking all the stuff I thought in the above paragraph, if all those holes in the movie are so obvious to me while watching it, it just can't be that good.
Don't waste your money. If you must see it, get it on Netflix in a few months when it comes out. Save your money for gas now.
The high point? This scene:
Just my two cents, take it for what it's worth. But if you go see it, don't say I didn't warn you.
POLT Listening to "Jump Around" by House Of Pain
See, we love - we love freedom. That's what they didn't understand. They hate things; we love things. They act out of hatred; we dont' seek revenge, we seek justice out of love. - George W. Bush
I got to the mall slightly early. ALCMDPP and I were eating at Garfields. It's situated in middle of the mall. The movies are on one end of the mall. When i got to the mall, I felt and urge to poop. I HATE pooping in public. But in the mall, there's a JCPenneys, at the opposite end from the movies, and they have their men's room in a corner that's currently surrounded by women's lingerie. I suppose at one time, it was the men's section, but anyway, it's a smallish bathroom and one that's not often visited, so I made my way there.
As planned, it was empty. i took the only stall and sat down. No sooner had that happened than the door opened and a guy walked in to use the urinal. Soon thereafter, another guy walked in and talked to him while they both used urinals! Of course, that meant I couldn't poop...they were IN there, can't do that. Finally, after what seemed like HOURS, the first guy washed and left.
With the other guy still in there, I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and checked the time: 3:28. We were to meet at 3:30. I KNEW ALCMDPP would arrive there, not find me, and then call. While I'm sitting on the toilet. With the other guy in there. So I held the phone in my hand, thinking as soon as it starts, I can just shut it off.
And no sooner did I think that, than it did indeed go off and start ringing. And the suddenness of it startled me...and I dropped the phone. On the floor. A bit out of reach. *SIGH* SO I had to pull it towards me with my foot until I could reach it, all the time it's ringing, and the ringtone is echoing off the tiled walls. When I turned it off, the other guy was washing up. By the time he left, the phone had stopped. So I had to call ALCMDPP back, I could talk now that I was alone.
I told him I'd be there in 5 or 10 minutes. He said okay and asked where I was. Of course he would. I just told him i'd tell him when I got there, we hung up and I FINALLY got down to business. Luckily I got to do that uninterrupted.
The meal was good, the conversation better. We discussed things all politics, of course. I mean, I love having the opportunity to call Comedian Rush Limbaugh a flat (flat, not fat) out liar. Also, we discussed The Shingle Incident, his wife and daughters, offshore drilling, the screeching harpies on the radio, Glenn Beck, Keith Olbermann, Alaska, the desserts available, Ghostie, Pearl Jam, Melissa Etheridge, and his new sandals.
We walked around the Mall for a bit cause we had some spare time. I enjoyed checking out the eye candy at the mall. He bought a birthday card for his sister. I thought the card was stupid, and he had second thoughts about it himself, wanting to return once the movie ended. But since he had only paid $1.05 for it in the first place, I don't think that happened. We also looked for $1 flip-flops for his wife, but only found them in grey and brown, and apparently, his wife doesn't "roll that way".
We got out tickets and went into the lobby to wait for Ghostie. It was then we encountered James, who was taking tickets. I call him unofficially "Chuckles". Officially, given the chance, I'd call him, "Stupid Fucking Punk, Lose The Attitude, You Minimum Waged Moron". I fully realize that standing on your feet all day, in a movie theater lobby, wearing a horridly wrinkled shirt emblazoned with the theater's name and wearing a headset like an Old-Navy-employee-wannabe and doing nothing but tearing tickets in half and directing people to the left or right, when, if they had an ounce of intelligence, they could find the well numbered theaters on their own, while earning barely enough money to keep your gas tank filled, really is NOT all that glamorous. But PUH-LEASE, lose the freakin' attitude, perhaps fake a smile, LOOK at people when then talk to you, and most importantly, when you answer their questions, do NOT start walking away from them and say your answers to the floor in front of you. And shave your chin...I'm scure you worked hard all week to get those six hairs as long as they are, but really, it's not very becoming. Oh, and running a comb through your hair really wouldn't kill you would it?
Just sayin.....but I digress...
Ghostie, ALCMDPP and I get into the theater and get seated. Luckily, it's about fifteen minutes to the start of the movie, because ALCMDPP got a phone call. And he answered it. In the theater. And proceeded to have a conversation with the person. A LOUD conversation. What I, and most of the other theater patrons, could gleam from the conversation is that someone was apparently in Seattle, couldn't get a plane until 11:00 tonight, didn't $400 to get the ticket changed, was trying to get into Delaware, or Baltimore-Washington International, had no where to stay, was given the suggestion by ALCMDPP to take a cab (to where, I'm not sure...Seattle to Delware would cost a smidge more than the person had, I'm sure), and found out that traffic was so bad here ALCMDPP wouldn't be able to get to him for hours anyway. At least that's what I, and most of the other theater patrons, got from hearing one side of the conversation. Granted, it was before the movie started, during the commercials they show, but really....well, it's just apparent that ALCMDPP doesn't have the same concerns about talking in public on his cellphone as I do: recall, I wouldn't talk on it in a bathroom with one other person in their.
Eventually, Ghostie and I, embarrassed by the whole thing, just got up and walked to seats on the other side of the theater. When he finished, ALCMDPP came and sat with us, totally oblivious to how loud he was actually talking. Until we told him that is.
And then, the movie started. We went to see Wanted. My review: Stupid. Stupid, insipid, and dumb. I could not believe a script this flat out stupid could ever get made. Basically, there's this Fraternity of assassins who can shot bullets in arcs and around corners and who get their orders from an ancient prophetic wheaving loom of fate.
No, seriously, I'm not kidding.
Not even an extended shirtless scene by the cute, gorgeously blue-eyed, James McAvoy could save this thing. To be fair, some of the action scenes, while stretching any believablity into the realm of impossibility, were fun to watch. And Common, as one of the assassins looked REAL fine (as did McAvoy). And the soundtrack was really outstanding. But really, that's all I got to say positive about this thing.
There's a plot twist in the latter half of the film that came as a surprise to I think no one. I saw it coming for at least a half hour. Terrance Stamp was totally wasted. He's an incredible actor, but here, he does little worth mentioning. Angelina Jolie looked anorexic to me, but I don't watch many of her films so maybe she looks that way all the time. Morgan Freeman is good in whatever film he's in, but he's not got much to work with here, and it really is a waste.
Oh and the plot...such that it was...*SIGH*. If Wesley was such a dweeb as he's protrayed in the beginning, how'd he get the attractive blonde, albeit bitchy, girlfriend to begin with? Why does no one in Chicago sees these two people riding the tops of the trains through town almost every night and calls the cops? How does Fox fall with the part of the train that falls first, but yet, when the car Wesley and Cross are in gets stuck, suddenly she's in that car? And how does Terrance Stamp, who was left at the train station, get to Wesley, get him out of the water, and get him back from Europe to Chicago all before Wesley wakes up? For that matter, if Fox comes all the way from Europe back to Chicago, don't you think she'd have time to clean the blood off her face and shirt collar before she walked into the Factory and gave Sloan the report? Wouldn't either the bitchy girlfriend or Barry ahve heard the gun rattling around in the toilet? From the angle he's got sitting in a chair, shooting across town, through the parking garage, up into the builing and across the room, is there any single angle or way possible, even with a lot of adrenline, that Wesley could EVEN see the guy at the end, much less shoot him? And in the end, was the Code actually followed, cause Wesley's still alive?
Dumb, stupid, inane. I could not suspend my disblief enough to enjoy this movie. And frankly, if I sitting there, thinking all the stuff I thought in the above paragraph, if all those holes in the movie are so obvious to me while watching it, it just can't be that good.
Don't waste your money. If you must see it, get it on Netflix in a few months when it comes out. Save your money for gas now.
The high point? This scene:
Just my two cents, take it for what it's worth. But if you go see it, don't say I didn't warn you.
POLT Listening to "Jump Around" by House Of Pain
See, we love - we love freedom. That's what they didn't understand. They hate things; we love things. They act out of hatred; we dont' seek revenge, we seek justice out of love. - George W. Bush
My baby's got a secret (Part 81)...
Secret Saturdays
These come from http://postsecret.blogspot.com/. Stop by and check it out.
POLT Listening to "Mercy" by Duffy Oil: 140.21 (-.38); Gas: 3.98 (+.01)
Religion and government will both exist in greater purity the less they are mixed together. - James Madison
Headline news, everybody say, extra, extra...
Jumped online at work today, and saw this headline:
BREAKING NEWS: President Bush calls Zimbabwe's presidential runoff a 'sham', seeks sanctions
Just made me wonder...what did the leader of Zimbabwe think about an election back in 2000? Good thing he didn't call for sanctions against us.
Bushie says stuff like this, and Rove condemns the CIA fearlier this week for naming one of their secret agents, even though the agent hadn't worked for them in a few years, unlike, say Valerie Plame, who was an active agent.
Both these men say things like this without a HINT of irony. I guess irony is too subtle a concept for their minds.
POLT Listening to "Pork And Beans" by Weezer
Physical appearance isn't everything, but you know, it helps. - Matt Dillion, My Bodyguard
BREAKING NEWS: President Bush calls Zimbabwe's presidential runoff a 'sham', seeks sanctions
Just made me wonder...what did the leader of Zimbabwe think about an election back in 2000? Good thing he didn't call for sanctions against us.
Bushie says stuff like this, and Rove condemns the CIA fearlier this week for naming one of their secret agents, even though the agent hadn't worked for them in a few years, unlike, say Valerie Plame, who was an active agent.
Both these men say things like this without a HINT of irony. I guess irony is too subtle a concept for their minds.
POLT Listening to "Pork And Beans" by Weezer
Physical appearance isn't everything, but you know, it helps. - Matt Dillion, My Bodyguard
Friday, June 27, 2008
I like the water sports, i come here 'cause i'm getting good reports...
As you might surmise, I spend a lot of time online viewing and downloading porno photos. In order to make this more expedient (after all, there is a HECK of a lot of porn out there, and I only have limited time to go looking for it), I belong to several groups that daily shoot, no pun intended, various porn photos to my mailbox. So all I have to do is go there and get them.
However, belonging to the groups that send these also means I get a whole lot of other spam mail, quite a few being invitations to other similar groups.
Earlier this week, I got one that actually cracked me up. I won't go into the details of the email, I'll just tell you the hook for the group:
Having trouble finding pictures like these online? Well not anymore. Just click here and....
"URINEluck!"
BWAHAHAHA...get it? No, I did NOT click there OR join the group. Coincidentially, I did almost pee myself laughing so hard, though.
POLT Listening to "Barrel Of A Gun" by Depeche Mode
The only thing worse than a dragon is Americans. - Reign Of Fire
However, belonging to the groups that send these also means I get a whole lot of other spam mail, quite a few being invitations to other similar groups.
Earlier this week, I got one that actually cracked me up. I won't go into the details of the email, I'll just tell you the hook for the group:
Having trouble finding pictures like these online? Well not anymore. Just click here and....
"URINEluck!"
BWAHAHAHA...get it? No, I did NOT click there OR join the group. Coincidentially, I did almost pee myself laughing so hard, though.
POLT Listening to "Barrel Of A Gun" by Depeche Mode
The only thing worse than a dragon is Americans. - Reign Of Fire
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me (Part 139)...
Frenching Fridays
This week's theme: Sucking Face On The Sofa!
POLT Listening to "Miles Away" by Madonna Oil: 140.59 (+1.92); Gas: 3.97 (-)
Ohmigod, the dead have risen and they're voting Republican! - The Simpsons
Keep your numbers mounting (Part 32)...
55 Fiction Fridays
Steve was a freak from the moment of his birth.
Not only did he have two right feet,
But they weren't even the same size!
The kids always called him "Lefty!"
However, as he had the direct opposite of two left feet,
He was quite the phenom on the dance floor!
Move those feet, Stevie!
POLT Listening to "Stronger" by Kanye West
Never trust an interplanetary starfish! - Justice League Europe
Thursday, June 26, 2008
It has to be three years, since we last seen each other...
I can NOT believe I missed the third anniversary of the Palace! Back on the 23rd of June, the Palace turned THREE Years Old! Who'd thunk it?
I surely didn't, as evidenced by the crappy little post that was my first ever blog post. Read it here.
Three years...wow.....
Thanks for reading, kids. Whether you've been here from the beginning or whether you just started reading this week, thanks a bunch. I blog for my own enjoyment, but the comments and responses I get keep me going. Knowing that anyone would want to read the stuff I post, especially for three years...well, how humbling is that?
Thanks, kids!
POLT Listening to "I Feel Love" by Donna Summer
Nothing Saddam Hussein has done has convinced me - I'm confident the Secretary of Defense - that he is the kind of fellow that is willing to forego weapons of mass destruction, is willing to be a peaceful neighbor, that is - will homoe the people - the Iraqi people of all stripes, will - values human life. - George W. Bush
I surely didn't, as evidenced by the crappy little post that was my first ever blog post. Read it here.
Three years...wow.....
Thanks for reading, kids. Whether you've been here from the beginning or whether you just started reading this week, thanks a bunch. I blog for my own enjoyment, but the comments and responses I get keep me going. Knowing that anyone would want to read the stuff I post, especially for three years...well, how humbling is that?
Thanks, kids!
POLT Listening to "I Feel Love" by Donna Summer
Nothing Saddam Hussein has done has convinced me - I'm confident the Secretary of Defense - that he is the kind of fellow that is willing to forego weapons of mass destruction, is willing to be a peaceful neighbor, that is - will homoe the people - the Iraqi people of all stripes, will - values human life. - George W. Bush
I am the biggest hypocrite, been undeniable...
Obama says he'd talk to the Iranians if he's president. Therefore he's an "appeasor".
Bushie today announces North Korea, another of the Axis Of Evil, he agreed to limit their nuclear ambitions and turned over paperwork about their nuclear programs. And this was done...by talking to the North Koreans. And Bushie somehow is not an "appeasor".
No, actually he's not. Acutally, he's a hypocrite.
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In other news, Republican Gordon Smith of Oregon, up for reelection this year, has an ad out (that unfortunately, I could not find online) touting how he's worked with Obama in the Senate. And not a word anywhere about John McCain.
A Republican candidate trying to latch onto the Democratic presidential candidate's coattails? I guess that's what happens when the Republican brand is sinking faster than Bushie's approval numbers. And when 75000 in your state show up for a rally for the Democratic candidate.
Not a good year to be running as a Republican, methinks. And so much for Karl Rove's "Permanent Republican Majority".
POLT Listening to "This Is The Last Time" by Keane
My definition of a free society is a society where it's safe to be unpopular. - Adlai Stevenson
Bushie today announces North Korea, another of the Axis Of Evil, he agreed to limit their nuclear ambitions and turned over paperwork about their nuclear programs. And this was done...by talking to the North Koreans. And Bushie somehow is not an "appeasor".
No, actually he's not. Acutally, he's a hypocrite.
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In other news, Republican Gordon Smith of Oregon, up for reelection this year, has an ad out (that unfortunately, I could not find online) touting how he's worked with Obama in the Senate. And not a word anywhere about John McCain.A Republican candidate trying to latch onto the Democratic presidential candidate's coattails? I guess that's what happens when the Republican brand is sinking faster than Bushie's approval numbers. And when 75000 in your state show up for a rally for the Democratic candidate.
Not a good year to be running as a Republican, methinks. And so much for Karl Rove's "Permanent Republican Majority".
POLT Listening to "This Is The Last Time" by Keane
My definition of a free society is a society where it's safe to be unpopular. - Adlai Stevenson
Tighten up my knockas with a big lead...
Another poll released by Quinnipiac of four more "battlegound" states.
Colorado: Obama 49-44
Michigan: Obama 48-42
Wisconsin: Obama 52-39
Minnesota: Obama 54-37
Margin of error was 2.6%
I'll say again, it's only June, and a LOT can happen in four months. But now in 8 of the swing states, Obama leads. undoubtedly, these numbers will close more in September and October as people refocus on the election. But still, what this tells me is that McCain has a large hill to climb.
POLT Listening to "Desire" by U2 Oil: 138.67 (+4.19); Gas: 3.98 (-)
Mister Hammock, say hello to Madam Ass. - Homer, the Simpsons
Colorado: Obama 49-44
Michigan: Obama 48-42
Wisconsin: Obama 52-39
Minnesota: Obama 54-37
Margin of error was 2.6%
I'll say again, it's only June, and a LOT can happen in four months. But now in 8 of the swing states, Obama leads. undoubtedly, these numbers will close more in September and October as people refocus on the election. But still, what this tells me is that McCain has a large hill to climb.
POLT Listening to "Desire" by U2 Oil: 138.67 (+4.19); Gas: 3.98 (-)
Mister Hammock, say hello to Madam Ass. - Homer, the Simpsons
Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 115)...
Once more it's time for...
Several years ago, I worked at a bookstore part time. There was a guy I worked with, 18 years old, he had been rather sheltered, it was his first job, and despite working with public, he was still kinda shy and introverted.
I made it my mission to bring him out of the shell.
I'd call him "my lil buddy", when I was talking to him. He'd roll his eyes, but at least he'd smile. And then, I took it one step further and started calling him "Gilligan". That caused a roll of the eyes and a shake of the head, usually with a heavy sigh. But he's still smile.
And so then I came up with an idea. The husband of a friend of mine owns a t-shirt shop. So Ihad her husband make me two t-shirts, one in his size that read Gilligan, one in my size that read Skipper. And I brought them both in. Unfortunately, he wouldn't agree to wear them at work together. But nonetheless, that opened up our friendship further. And while we never became really close friends, we always were...buddies.
And that me in my Skipper shirt.
POLT Listening to "Do Your Thing" by Charles Wright & The Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band
Man, it's pretty much all about clown dancing.
Several years ago, I worked at a bookstore part time. There was a guy I worked with, 18 years old, he had been rather sheltered, it was his first job, and despite working with public, he was still kinda shy and introverted.
I made it my mission to bring him out of the shell.
I'd call him "my lil buddy", when I was talking to him. He'd roll his eyes, but at least he'd smile. And then, I took it one step further and started calling him "Gilligan". That caused a roll of the eyes and a shake of the head, usually with a heavy sigh. But he's still smile.
And so then I came up with an idea. The husband of a friend of mine owns a t-shirt shop. So Ihad her husband make me two t-shirts, one in his size that read Gilligan, one in my size that read Skipper. And I brought them both in. Unfortunately, he wouldn't agree to wear them at work together. But nonetheless, that opened up our friendship further. And while we never became really close friends, we always were...buddies.
And that me in my Skipper shirt.
POLT Listening to "Do Your Thing" by Charles Wright & The Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band
Man, it's pretty much all about clown dancing.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots (Part 50)...
Wife Beater Wednesday
POLT Listening to "Hardball with Chris Matthews" Oil: 134.48 (-2.65); gas: 3.98 (-)
Like the friendly dog of the same name, folks from Labrador are loveable, frisky, often wet, and loyal at all costs. - So, You Want To Be A Canadian
Thanks, an easy way in, you fucking idiot...
MSNBC reported on a focus group held in York PA. They had 12 voters, none of which had voted for Obama or McCain and they asked them a series of questions about the candidates. Here is one quote from the article.
“I don’t trust Osama … Obama. It’s only a letter difference,” said Charles, the Hillary backer. “His middle name is Hussein.” Observed Terry, the female Bush voter: “I don’t feel he’s a true American.”
Oh. My. God. If this were not so serious it would be hilarious.
Well, let's see, I don't think I can vote for McCain because be has "Cain" in his name and we all know Cain was the first murderer in the Bible. And as for the "true American" we all know McCain was born in the Panama Canal Zone, so he wasn't even born on the soil of the USA, so I question whether he's a "true American" or not.
Sounds silly, doesn't it? And it's no more ludicrious than the other quote.
I really think there needs to be an intelligence test before you vote. Something like, "Name one of your two Senators in Congress." or "Name the Lieutenant Govenrnor of your state." And you can even publish the question and the answer in the newspapers for several days beforehand. And if you can't answer a simple question like that when you get to the polls, then you're obviously too ignorant in the area of politics to cast a vote for President.
And I'm only being slighty faceious...
POLT
“I don’t trust Osama … Obama. It’s only a letter difference,” said Charles, the Hillary backer. “His middle name is Hussein.” Observed Terry, the female Bush voter: “I don’t feel he’s a true American.”
Oh. My. God. If this were not so serious it would be hilarious.
Well, let's see, I don't think I can vote for McCain because be has "Cain" in his name and we all know Cain was the first murderer in the Bible. And as for the "true American" we all know McCain was born in the Panama Canal Zone, so he wasn't even born on the soil of the USA, so I question whether he's a "true American" or not.
Sounds silly, doesn't it? And it's no more ludicrious than the other quote.
I really think there needs to be an intelligence test before you vote. Something like, "Name one of your two Senators in Congress." or "Name the Lieutenant Govenrnor of your state." And you can even publish the question and the answer in the newspapers for several days beforehand. And if you can't answer a simple question like that when you get to the polls, then you're obviously too ignorant in the area of politics to cast a vote for President.
And I'm only being slighty faceious...
POLT
In front of the judge facing the death penalty...
Just saw online that the Supreme Court has ruled that it’s unconstitutional to give the death penalty to someone who rapes a child. And I wholeheartedly applaud their decision.My position on the death penalty is, even in my eyes, somewhat inconsistant and malleable. However, one thing that I think is essential is that before the death penalty can even be considered, the defendant must have killed somone. If we’re going to kill someone, it only makes sense that we only do it in cases where they have killed someone themselves.
Oh I know, I can hear them now, O’Ral-ly and his ilk gnashing their teeth, wrining their hands and rending their garments all up in a frothing-at-the-mouth tizzy about "activist judges" and the "liberal majority" and how this will hamper prosecutions and hurt citizens nationwide. Just you listen, they’ll be spewing all kinds of dire predictions for the county as a whole.
And when you hear that, please remember that, according the report on MSNBC "Forty-five states ban the death penalty for any kind of rape, and the other five states allow it for child rapists. Montana, Oklahoma, South Carolina and Texas allow executions in such cases if the defendant had previously been convicted of raping a child." Louisana is the fifth state, and the state involved in this particular case. So when you hear about how this bodes ill for USA, please remember it only invalidates the laws in 5 states.
And please also remember, no one anywhere, is advocating baby-rapers should go free or NOT get punished. You convict a guy for raping a baby and you wanna give him life in prison, that’s fine with me. And with the Supereme Court. You just can’t kill them, unless the victim dies as well.
Oh, I can’t wait to watch the O’Ral-ly show tonight and watch him get all red, and spitting while he talks and watch the view in his forehead pulse. And listen to all the distortions and exaggerations I know is coming. In fact, Laura "Screeching Harpy" Ingraham’s show today on the way home might be pretty humorous as well.
POLT
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
She's a mean one, a mean one, with a glue gun, a glue gun...
Today on the way home from work, I was listening to the Far Right wingnut radio to the Laura "Screeching Harpy" Ingraham. It was hosted by Monica Crowley, who's pretty much a screeching harpy herself. Nonetheless, they are not the point of this post.
On the half hour, the station plays Faux News updates. One of the stories they had was about a glue gun, made in China naturally, that was being recalled. It was sometimes smoking, but no one was hurt yet. It has been sold in Dollar Stores, Dollar Generals, Dollar Express, Dollar Trees, etc. And if you bought one between December and March, you could return it for a full refund.
??????
A FULL refund? You bought it at a DOLLAR store! It cost you a freaking dollar, and perhaps a couple cents tax. And you want that refunded? For God's sake, just throw the damn thing away.
Or better yet, get the refund, quite being a freakin cheapskate, go somewhere else and pay a few bucks more for a REAL gluegun, one that won't blow up in your face when you use it.
POLT Listening to "Unique" by Club 69
"Justin, someone just came on your cat." "It's not funny. Why can't they leave my pussy alone?" - Justin Bond, Shortbus
On the half hour, the station plays Faux News updates. One of the stories they had was about a glue gun, made in China naturally, that was being recalled. It was sometimes smoking, but no one was hurt yet. It has been sold in Dollar Stores, Dollar Generals, Dollar Express, Dollar Trees, etc. And if you bought one between December and March, you could return it for a full refund.??????
A FULL refund? You bought it at a DOLLAR store! It cost you a freaking dollar, and perhaps a couple cents tax. And you want that refunded? For God's sake, just throw the damn thing away.
Or better yet, get the refund, quite being a freakin cheapskate, go somewhere else and pay a few bucks more for a REAL gluegun, one that won't blow up in your face when you use it.
POLT Listening to "Unique" by Club 69
"Justin, someone just came on your cat." "It's not funny. Why can't they leave my pussy alone?" - Justin Bond, Shortbus
An utterance, information, don't mince words (Part 102)...
TMI Tuesdays
These come from http://tmituesday.blogspot.com/1. Do you believe anyone truly likes their job? If so, why? Sure some people do. The guys who rub the oil onto the skins of professional wrestlers; custom condom fitters; the tailor made jockstrap guy, the guy who auditions the guys for the porn movies, sure they must all love their work. Everybody else, no so much I think. After all, if we enjoyed it, we wouldn't call it "work" we'd call it "play" or "fun".
2. Do you 1) live to work or 2) work to live 3) not see a difference? Of there is DEFINITELY a difference, and I absolutely work to live. If I didn't NEED to work to live, I damn sure wouldn't. Work, that is. Not live.
3. How many hours do you work a week? Well I'm AT work 40 hours a week, but actual work DONE in a week...30 or so.
4. What was your safety item (i.e. blankie) from when you were little? A small blanket with a silky trim. Man, I carried that thing around until I had only a square the size of a deck of cards left.
5. Have you ever used food during sex? Whipped cream is a food right?
Bonus (as in optional):What is your guilty food pleasure? Vanilla bean cheesecake at TGIFridays. Or Cadbury caramel eggs. Can't resist either one.
Double Bonus from our inquisitors (still optional): "We are looking for suggestions. . . If someone asked for your suggestions for a butt worshiping evening (an evening devoted to butt attention), what would you suggest?" I'd suggest they call me, take a really long shower and 'prepare' themselves and then come on over.
POLT Listening to "Lost!" by Coldplay Oil: 137.13 (+.39); Gas: 3.98 (-)
It's still difficult to tell if President Bush is just a callous liar or if he lives in his own little world, which bears no resemblence to the real one. - Charley Reese, Aug 24, 2006
Monday, June 23, 2008
This house no more, ain't got time to fix the shingles...
Went to visit mom today. She was a bit busy. I helped her move some trash cans, and then I helped her with a loose shingle. The videos are below.
*SIGH* Life with Mama Polt is always an adventure.
POLT Listening to "Law & Order" on TV
It's always nicer to vomit in your own toilet. - Emmett, Queer As Folk
*SIGH* Life with Mama Polt is always an adventure.
POLT Listening to "Law & Order" on TV
It's always nicer to vomit in your own toilet. - Emmett, Queer As Folk
You're wantin' my body, I don't mind (Part 152)...
MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS
This week, guys in the traditional two armed bicep flex. Enjoy the guns show.
POLT Listening to "Life In Technicolor" by Coldplay Oil: 136.74 (+2.03); Gas: 3.98 (-.02)
It does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no god. It neither pricks my pocket nor breaks my leg. - Thomas Jefferson
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