Tuesday, June 21, 2005

late morning

Doug Elfman Is Leaving Las Vegas

Oh, tell me it isn’t so.  Our favorite music critic and video game reviewer is leaving us, for Chicago of all places.  I just don’t think his pretty eyes will sparkle as brightly in the Windy City.  Sure, sure, it’s probably a great opportunity for him, but what about us?  How can we enjoy concerts here when they’re not followed by Doug’s entertaining reviews?  Who will fawn over Liz Phair when she comes to Vegas?  Will Doug ever get to see Charlotte Martin and love her like he loves Liz?  I look forward to every single review of Doug’s, whether it’s about concerts or video games (which I generally don’t even play), so now I’m going to have to look for them on the Sun-Times website.  I don’t know, I just don’t think it’ll be the same. (updated:  it won’t be the same, he’s going to be a tv critic - Doug, b-l-o-g, please)

And you know what really makes me mad?  All those fans of “assclown” Toby Keith are going to be writing letters to the Review-Journal crowing about Doug leaving.  He was one of the only redeeming qualities of the R-J.  Maybe if I beg, he’ll start a blog.  Just for me.  Okay, and for Leigh-Ann too.

Goodbye and good luck, Doug.  The music lovers in Las Vegas will miss you…

Monday, June 20, 2005

evening

Go Blog Urself - Rosie.com

Update 6/21 - Haha!  Did a Google search for “go blog urself” and Google responded with “Did you mean: “go blog yourself?”

Okay, normally, I despise text messaging abbreviations.  However, today I got a free mousepad from Rosie O’Donnell with “go blog urself, rosie.com” printed on it.  Who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?  What a weird saying.  Remind me to look up the origin of that.  (an aside - I looked it up, not nearly as interesting as one would expect)

Here’s the mousepad - It came to my address with someone else’s name on it.  Apparently there was a database problem.  So, Pamela, I got your mousepad, but I’m sure you probably got someone else’s, so it evens out.

You know, I really like Rosie’s blog, but the spelling, it pains me.  I’ve gone through so much effort to get all of my board kids to not use abbreviations, so it’s extra painful to run into them somewhere else - a place I want to read.  One time, many moons ago, Rosie and I had a brief phone conversation (she wanted to IM on AOL, but I wanted to make sure she was who she said she was), we IM’d for about thirty minutes, straightening out some stuff that happened on the GLCF Rosie board during the first season of her show.  Heh, the phone call scared the crap out of me, so I made my gf answer the phone.  The IMing, not so scary.  It’s a little weird to have things be so different now - she’s as out as out can be and doesn’t have her show anymore.  It’s like the whole conversation became moot.  Then again, most of the IMs I’ve exchanged in the past fifteen years online have probably gone that way.  They all seemed important at the time, but life keeps chugging along.  It’s almost 3am.  I’m babbling.  I should probably edit this in like ten hours.  Okay, this is funny, when I was proofreading that paragraph, I realized that I’d forgotten the whole point of it.  In IMs, Rosie wrote in all caps and it was hard to read.  Now, I’m thinking I probably shouldn’t complain about the abbreviations.

Anyway, Rosie, thanks for the mousepad.  I’d write it in your comments, but it would only get lost there amongst the zillions of other comments.  Someday someone will do a search on “go blog urself” and here I’ll be.  It’s pretty cool that someone would go out of their way to send out 15k mousepads.  Money & blogs = fun.  So, thanks again.  Glad you’re out now, you seem infinitely happier.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

evening

My Next New Car

This is the cutest little thing.  It would be perfect for a quick trip to Starbucks or the grocery store.  When I brought it back home, I could store it in my pants pocket.

A small update - I didn’t mention what the car is.  It’s a smart fortwo (yes, a small “s), made by Swatch & Mercedes.  Here’s an article in Canadian Driver magazine.

Friday, June 17, 2005

evening

Idiot of the Day - Carl Everett

Oh, it’s been so long since I had an idiot of the day.  So many idiots, so little time.  How does one choose?  Bill Frist is a perennial favorite, as is George Bush.  Jeb Bush is moving up rapidly on the list, as is Bill Clinton, of all people.  I don’t know, maybe during his heart surgery they replaced his heart with a Republican heart.  But no, today’s idiot is Chicago White Sox DH, Carl Everett.

Here’s one of my favorite quotes from his new Maxim interview.  Maxim, yes, that’s the magazine in which a good fundie should be featured.  Anyway, the quote:  “Gays being gay is wrong. Two women can’t produce a baby, two men can’t produce a baby, so it’s not how it’s supposed to be. ... I don’t believe in gay marriages. I don’t believe in being gay.” Gee, so infertile couples, mustn’t believe in them.  Seniors, can’t be making babies, they shouldn’t exist either.  It’s just wrong, dammit, wrong.  Although, five years ago, Carl Everett, thinker extraordinaire also said that he didn’t believe in dinosaurs...because he’d never seen one and they weren’t in the bible.  Also, Carl apparently plays baseball for “his Lord” - that’s so much better than, say, becoming a doctor for “his Lord” and saving lives and stuff, huh?

Hey Carl, hit one out for Jesus, okay?

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

late evening

A Tale of Innocence

If I keep my eyes closed, no one can make me believe that Eli ate almost all of my food.  Sneakily.

Look, she’s so innocent, she won’t even look at anybody.

Oh wait, what do I see hanging from her lip?  Is it cat food?

Oh, I do believe that IS cat food.  Bad Eli, bad!