Okay, Thanksgiving is over. We're all full, hungover, or both. Time to move on to the important news of the day.
Since most of you seem to be checking out
One of the things I try to avoid most when blogging is duplicating something someone has already done. My quality control staff spends hours scouring the blogs I read to make sure this sort of thing doesn't happen. However, from time to time, certain posts fall through the cracks. I had posted something about Ricardo Montalban's 88th birthday and the Chrysler Cordoba when not minutes later Dr. Zibbs alerted me to the fact that he had beaten me to the punch. Apparently he couldn't wait for Ricky's birthday to do his post. I understand. With material in high demand these days, this blogging business has become dog-eat-dog (or yak, in this case). In my defense, at least I spelled his name correctly.
Guess what delayed our flight to D.C.?
I'm leaving in a few minutes for the east coast to spend Thanksgiving with Megan's family. Before I start all that airport fun, I wanted to post -- for very the last time -- the picture of the president getting a beakjob from the pardoned turkey. Do you think that's the same face he makes when he's with Laura? Suck on THAT image for a little while!
Okay, time to let you guys off the hook. I suppose I could actually count out all the comments, but fuck it. It was a pretty underhanded thing to do in the first place.
You won't see anything new on this blog until
My apologies for not doing jack shit for y'all today, including posting anything or commenting on any of your extraordinary blogs. You guys set the bar so damn high that I can't just half-ass it anymore. So, I'll whip out a toilet post. What can I say? It's what I know. This is a picture I took in the restrooms while touring the International Prune Association headquarters last spring. Believe me, I needed ever last square.
Usually I prefer documentaries without a lot of narration, but director Werner Herzog has a way of speaking that makes everything he says seem like the the most profound, important thing you've ever heard in your life. In this film that's just been released on DVD, he goes to Antarctica, a place I've always wanted to visit. There he introduces us to what life is like at McMurdo Station, the largest community in Antarctica, home mainly to scientists and support staff. He spends time with people who are researching seals, penguins, sea life (including some amazing dive footage), and volcanoes. The film is beautifully shot with lots of interesting characters. It recently made the documentary short list for the Oscars. I would also like to recommend another Herzog doc I saw recently called "The White Diamond". Add both to your Netflix queues, bitches.
The pen had very simple origins
People didn't like the flimsiness of the feather and inconvenience of
Still, when the pen ran dry, you had to refill it
People still weren't satisfied.
As the country entered the space race,
The next phase of pen technology is only limited by our imaginations.
Sorry I can't post anything right now. 
or just sit on the sidewalk and smash them with a rock.
It's a halogen bulb with two round contacts.
Here's a closer look.
Don't you love posts that attempt to establish common ground between us all?
...but I'm starting to worry about our pal, Grant Miller. It's very unlike him to go this long without posting or at least tell us he'll be absent. I'm beginning to suspect foul play. The last time I saw Grant he was wearing a suit and tie. This was back in May at our friend's wedding. He may have changed clothes since then, but I doubt it.
Remember this kid?
That's him again.
What the fuck is up with all the German spam I've been getting lately? Has anyone else been inundated with this scheiße*?
As a very serious person, I don't usually like to promote humorous programming. However, I do have to thank fellow blogger Beckeye for recommending "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia". I have just finished getting myself caught up on the series and it is a fucking riot. If you don't like shows about people with absolutely NO scruples and even less intelligence, you might want to pass on this one. If you like to see taboo subjects tackled head-on and mocked mercilessly, this show is worth your time. You can watch all the episodes free of charge HERE. There is one episode in particular that perfectly encapsulated my comic sensibilities. It's in the fourth season and it's entitled "Who Pooped The Bed?" I won't give anything away, but it has perhaps one of the best endings of anything I've seen in a long, long time. I highly recommend it. Hell, even Megan thought some of it was funny and she hates TV.
Addictions can be hell. They can ruin lives, destroy families, and eventually lead to death, or at the very least some very serious health problems. It was recently revealed that star of stage and screen Salma Hayek is battling an addiction to breastfeeding. The grip has become so powerful, she has taken to going up to complete strangers on the street and offering a suckle just to get her "fix". Hell, she cornered me in the grocery store this afternoon. The woman is insatiable!
I've probably written about this before, but nothing feels quite as good as intense gut-laughter. I'm talking about the kind where you completely lose control -- you can't breathe, your stomach tightens, and tears start to flow. I love it when something is so damn funny it overwhelms me. It can happen at any time and there's nothing you can do to suppress it. My brother used to embarrass the shit out of me in church as kids when he'd do something completely inappropriate and crack my ass up. There are times when I'm alone, like on the way to work, when something totally random -- some memory or joke or other bit of goofiness -- will pop into my head from out of nowhere and I'll just about have to pull over I'm laughing so hard.
