The Purr-loined Litter

I just saw an ad that said: “Never touch, breathe, smell, or handle cat litter again.”

I have no particular hankering to handle cat litter, but if the alternative means giving up on being able to touch, breathe, and smell, then thanks but no thanks.

P.S. – I would like to apologise most abjectly for this post’s title.

P.P.S. – I would like to, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to.


Birdsong

Someone must have made this comparison before, but I haven’t seen it: Glenn Frey is the McCartney of the Eagles, and Don Henley is the Lennon.


Plumbing the Depths

Sam “Joe the Plumber” Wurzelbacher famously said the following two stupid things:

People don’t understand the dictionary – it’s called queer. ‘Queer’ means strange and unusual. It’s not like a slur, like you would call a white person a honky or something like that.

I’ve had some friends that are actually homosexual. And, I mean, they know where I stand, and they know that I wouldn’t have them anywhere near my children.

It’s my impression – after an admittedly unscientific survey conducted with but a cursitory eye – that the tv media have been more exercised over the first quotation, and the blogosphere more exercised over the second. Since the second quotation is even more idiotic and dickish than the first, this doesn’t speak well for the tv media.


NAACP <3 Ron Paul

Speaking of Maddow, she just had a quite friendly interview with Ron Paul. (Something Olbermann has yet to do AFAIK, I might add.) And then in an interview afterward with NAACP President Ben Jealous, the latter opined that “Ron Paul had it right” about the importance of adhering to the Constitution.

OK, this isn’t ALL-style reunification (especially since, y’know), but it’s worth a grin.


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