Friday, June 29, 2007

Pussy Galore

Thanks to Rebecca for sending in another cat/dog blogging entry this week since I'm too tired after an exhausting week to do my own pussies.





OK. I'll do one or two. There was also an interesting article in the New York Times today about the evolution of pussy.


Some 10,000 years ago, somewhere in the Near East, an audacious wildcat crept into one of the crude villages of early human settlers, the first to domesticate wheat and barley. There she felt safe from her many predators in the region, such as hyenas and larger cats.

Some TWO years ago, somewhere in central Texas, an audacious wildcat crept into my home as well. And it ain't the first time it's happened. He has been named Tater Tot. My God, as much attention as he gets on this blog, you'd think he was my favorite or something.




The psychedelic konahippie version:


Thursday, June 28, 2007

You Can't Just Draw It

You've got to live it, breathe it, and seize it.

I'm Just Not Giving It Away

For anyone's commercial value.

Hmm, I think there's supposed to be some meat in between those buns. Oh shit, I think I left all that over at Shakes.

So, who the fuck is playing all this jazz?

Let me go look.

OH FUCK! It was Harry Connick, Jr.

Thank God I had Dizzy Gillespie and Roy Eldridge standing by.

Txrad is discussing Santaria with me right now.

Something about cutting off a chicken's head. But I want chickens, despite my recent re-predilection for eggs.

Excuse me, while I play music without trumpets.

When the Boss Says Unleash It

You better do what you're told.

Pot Does Erase the Brain

This is where that propaganda about pot erasing memory comes into play.

It doesn't make you lose your memory. It makes you forget what you are thinking while you are thinking it. And sometimes, that is a damn good thing.

Legalize pot. NOW!

I'm Gettin' Mad For the Jew Cult

I'm gettin' ready to let you go.

Hey, I'm NOTORIOUS for misinterpreting lyrics, so


bare with me.


konagod to txrad: your personality is the one that would go out to Wal-Mart, defying your belief system, and purchase a rifle with ammo, and come home and kill me.

I haven't heard the bad news yet.

She's Talkin' 'Bout Dyin'

and I'm talkin' about puttin' Meat Loaf up against Carole King.

Driver Says...

you don't know where this bus is going to.

old man says, stay on the ride. it's gonna take you somewhere.

I have to give credit to Patty Griffin for that one.

$$$$$ $$$$$

Never mind.

The good news is I found it. It was a cash advance on another credit card. The bad news is, it's $2,900 worse than that AND it's 90 days past due because I have received no statements since February when I thought the card was paid off. And to make matters worse, they won't credit any late fees because they never received any statements returned to them undeliverable.

Is it Friday yet?

I'm starting to feel about credit cards the way that James Spader character in sex, lies and videotape felt about keys.

I just need one. It's simple and easy.

I guess that's who was calling the cell phone 60 times over the course of three days. At least I hope.

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Seems Like Old Times

Rock on Sistah!

Not even a Denial of Service (DOS) attack can stop her. Go express your support.

And fuck those who attempt to suppress.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Monday Garden Blogging

The mild rainy weather continues. And txrad keeps harvesting goodies from the garden. We're loving the fresh basil... BIG leaves.




Yesterday I went out to check on my potted habenero plant and spotted this bit of color. It's not big but I'm sure it will knock our socks off. We'll have to plan the dish carefully which incorporates this hunk o' burnin' love.




It's been several years since we've had tomatoes this large. Keep 'em coming. I want LOTS more.




txrad took some of the tomatoes, chopped them up with onions, cilantro, lime juice, a jalapeƱo, salt & pepper, and produced this "rooster's beak," aka pico de gallo.




Yeah, we know the less-watery roma tomatoes work best, but txrad wanted to use our home-grown tomatoes. We have some ideas for using the excess liquid in the future. I'll save those for another garden blog. Personally, I think the liquid would make a nice treat served in a shot glass -- and healthier than tequila!

Last night we drank tequila, opened up this bag of chips, and consumed mass quantities of the pico de gallo. Yum!




Everybody hungry now?

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Some HOT Chilies

As a prelude to Monday's garden blog, I thought I'd show you some chilies I plan to grow next year.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Friday Random Ten: The Stormy Weather Edition

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Friday Pussy Blog

Rebecca shared a photo of her kids on the sofa napping:




Here's Samantha again in need of major red eye reduction. She's begging daddy to open another can of chicken dinner. txrad bought her a couple of cans at Whole Foods today -- oooooh, what an extravagance. She'll be very pleased. Just don't get addicted, missy!




Sissy likes to sit in her daddy's chair. I sometimes have to remove her by force in the mornings when my coffee is ready and the New York Times is spread out before me.




Tator Tot started posing as soon as I got home from work today. He's knows it's Friday.




txrad took this shot of the Tot earlier this week letting out a BIG yawn. He could rip out our souls with those fangs.




Happy Friday everyone!

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Some Where There's Music

Some where there’s music,
How faint the tune!
Some where there’s heaven,
How high the moon!
There is no moon above
When love is far away too,
‘Til it comes true



konagod has been waiting all week, very patiently, for a package to arrive. Today it came.



I opened it with glee.



Oh my goodness. This is going to take me WAY back to the 70s.



WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! A Double Whammy from YES!



But wait, there's more...

Oh, FINALLY, I got the new Patty Griffin CD!!



And then.... what one music critic from the New York Times recently called one of the greatest pop recordings of all time.... and I've never owned it until now. I'll bet there's some stuff on here I've never even heard (unless it's like the Fleetwood Mac Rumours album which was a huge disappointment for me because there were no surprises when I played it -- I'd already heard the whole damn thing!):



And lastly, the BIGGEST treat. OK, so I know this is old news by now since the CD came out on Monday, but I ordered from amazon.com because it's cheaper and no sales tax, and no shipping charges. For me, that's worth 4 days.



Time to crank up the CD player. It's like a birthday party at the Kona Ranch.

UPDATE: We're knee-deep in it. And Patty is already reminding me of the Jack White/Loretta Lynn collaboration. Damn, it's gonna be a good weekend, starting tonight.

"I'm getting ready to let you go." Reminds me of "Red Shoes."

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Get Off The Blogs

txrad just told me to get off the blogs.

Well, I only comment where I am explicitly allowed!

Fuck You, I Can Take A Joke

Why is Big Brass Blog rated NC-17? I'm worse than they are. And I've posted some of my worst fucking shit over there. Something is flawed.


What's My Blog Rated? From Mingle2 - Online Dating



Or broken.

Nothing Runs Like A.... Queer

Great news at the agency. We got the big account, and like the good queer boy that I am, I was racing down the stairs at 4:30 today for my free cap and to line up at the margarita machine.

I knew the caps would go quickly and the margaritas would be flowing for awhile so I got my goods in the correct order. txrad, on the other hand, came down a few minutes after me, and didn't hear my suggestion to grab a cap. Instead he went directly and hastily to the margarita machine.

Therefore, we have one cap. And it is MINE. It matches MY lawn mower.



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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Bloomberg's Good News

Or is it bad news? Good? Bad? Good? Bad? I can't decide.
New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg on Tuesday switched his party status from Republican to unaffiliated, a stunning move certain to be seen as a prelude to an independent presidential bid that would upend the 2008 race.
I guess my big question is, if he runs for President as an independent, who is he going to siphon more votes from, Democrats or Republicans?

On 2nd thought, I can decide. If Hillary ends up with the Dem nomination and Bloomberg is running as an independent, he'll get far more Democrat protest votes than he will from any Republicans, regardless of their nominee. And while I'm not at all a fan of Hillary, the idea of another Republican sliding in due to a splintered bunch of Democrats is enough to make me ill.

Evolution #9

For those of you who don't have a clue as to the purpose of either one or both of my posts last night, particularly the latter one, join the club. As I explained to someone at work today, I had just the right amount of tequila, but I drank too many beers.

So tonight I'm mellowing out with this lovely white wine from Oregon which has become one of our favorites.


Monday, June 18, 2007

Egg Things Are Usually Pronographic

It's true.

It's just my point of view.

It is my free right to say it.

And it is your free right to recoil.

The Banshees do howl loudly.

I'm Not Mad At You

And I'm just pissed because you gave me something to blog about.

Because....

with a BIG ... BANG...

I was listening to my self-possessed ego-twisting favorite XTC song, and txrad came in and changed the shit out, midstream.

Homey don't abide such nonsense. So I'm about to go whip some ass.

Knuckle Down and Love That Skin.

Monday Garden Blog

I do believe we might get lucky this year and have a reasonable crop of good tomatoes, unlike the previous two or three years when we hardly had any.

These Lemon Boy -- so named because they are yellow when ripe -- are looking quite nice. Txrad just picked one of them so we'll probably taste it tomorrow. I swear I saw so many tomatoes on the vines I am actually excited and optimistic this year.



Here is a Sun Bell peppper (or "capsicum" if I may quote my pal over in Holland) which txrad also just picked. It's leaning against the beer I'm currently drinking so you can see the size. The tequila I'm currently drinking is in the background. (Hey, the new White Stripes CD came out today so it's a Jack White & Meg White celebration at the Kona Ranch!)



We are also about to have a great crop of habenero chilies. This Capsicum chinense Jacquin has more Scoville units than most mortals can tolerate.



This is a true story. This plant stayed in our garage all winter. Although txrad watered it occasionally, it was only stems, no leaves, when we pulled it outside earlier this spring. I had no idea it would not only recover, but become such a prolific producer of heat-filled love pods.

txrad pointed out to me that some of our neighborhood deer have been munching on the leaves. You can see a couple of branch stubs with no leaves.

You Deserve An Unwanted Pregnancy

Here we go again. CBS and FOX have rejected a new ad for Trojan condoms because of a focus on pregnancy prevention.
Representatives for both Fox and CBS confirmed that they had refused the ads, but declined to comment further.

In a written response to Trojan, though, Fox said that it had rejected the spot because, “Contraceptive advertising must stress health-related uses rather than the prevention of pregnancy.”

Sometimes the effort to avoid offending a segment of society is offensive in and of itself. I could go on a rant but this media critic summed up my feelings rather nicely:
“It’s so hypocritical for any network in this culture to go all puritanical on the subject of condom use when their programming is so salacious,” said Mark Crispin Miller, a media critic who teaches at New York University. “I mean, let’s get real here. Fox and CBS and all of them are in the business of nonstop soft porn, but God forbid we should use a condom in the pursuit of sexual pleasure.”

Sunday, June 17, 2007

When You Say Midland, Does It Rhyme With 'Middlin'?

What American accent do you have? (Best version so far)

Midland

("Midland" is not necessarily the same thing as "Midwest") The default, lowest-common-denominator American accent that newscasters try to imitate. Since it's a neutral accent, just because you have a Midland accent doesn't mean you're from the Midland.

Personality Test Results

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I'd love for my mother to take this test. Her map would look like this:


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via Jack.

Fucking Hares Delay Flights



Imagine a world in which this is the worst news of the day.

From Wiki:
Normally a shy animal, the European Brown Hare changes its behaviour in spring, when hares can be seen in broad daylight chasing one another around meadows; this appears to be competition between males to attain dominance (and hence more access to breeding females). During this spring frenzy, hares can be seen "boxing"; one hare striking another with its paws. For a long time it had been thought that this was more inter-male competition, but closer observation has revealed that it is usually a female hitting a male; either to show that she is not yet quite ready to mate, or as a test of his determination.


A test of his determination? Jesus. Sounds rather S&M-ish. "Slap me one more time and I'll screw your brains out."

Ahhh, the simple pleasures of the animal kingdom.


Crossposted at B3

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Burning Sensation and Discharge

txrad and I were just talking about lye and lutefisk. I brought up lye soap.

It brought back memories of my teenage years when I would masturbate with soap. Bad idea. (Good idea with Aveda shampoo, but that's another post.) I'd take a pee afterwards and it would burn like Almighty Hell.

Then on my favorite stoner radio program, "Beaker Street," on KAAY in Little Rock between 11p and about 2a give or take, depending on the dope ingested -- by the DJ/engineer, not me) I'd hear ads (about the ONLY ads) which talked about venereal disease and one of the symptoms was "burning sensation and discharge," and instructions to call your local clinic for testing.

Well, after jacking off, I sure as hell had a discharge, and when I pissed after whacking with soap, I sure as hell had a burning sensation. So off I went to the free clinic to be tested.

This was a rather awkward moment for a 13-year-old boy in a small town. It started when I walked in to get tested anonymously and the receptionist happened to be our neighbor the next farm over. Just great.

I was then taken to a room and given a cotton swab to collect some of the discharge. "Jesus," I thought, "do they want me to jack off right here in the room?"

I tried but to no avail. So finally I just wiped some piss or precum onto the swab and called the nurse.

I waited anxiously for the next week or so for the results. When I finally called in, the person on the phone said, "You're negative."

I'm negative??? I have the fucking problem; of course I'm negative.

That really didn't answer my question at the time. Do I have a venereal disease or not? I finally figured it out.

But Thank God for the days of free and anonymous testing. I still love the early 70s.

But to this very day, I often wonder if that neighbor from down the road ever called my parent to say, "I think you better keep an eye on that son of yours; he seems to be a Tom Cat."

You know, people do talk. Nothing is really and truly anonymous. And things are getting far less so, in case you weren't paying close attention.

Start.

I Love to Grab My Nuts

Just some kona trivia: this is one of my very favorite things in the world, besides berries. I guess I'm just a nuts & berries kind of guy. I get these from my nearby nut perveyor, H.E. Butt.

The cashews, filberts and brazils are my fave. I could do without the pecans. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE pecans, just not in a can of mixed nuts -- they remind me of me. In a social gathering of nuts, they can really spoil the party. They don't blend well.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Well, La De Da

I was just over at Shakes, and had this braintasm, and came here to do something, and I have no idea what.

Doors were playing "Cum On Baby, Light My Fire" and other things were going on, but I don't know my point.


While txrad plays his last keyboard phrase, I'll be yanking my last Doodle Dandy.

I came in here to do a Nina Simone routine, but I found this at my left elbow. And as it's still Pussy Blog day, I'm encumbered.

Shaved Pussy

Yep, I should get some traffic coming to my site with that post title. Of course they'll leave immediately, but that's OK.

As promised last week, I said I was going to feature the outside boys today and here they are. Tiger has had massive amounts of matted fur and finally txrad went out this week with a razor and shaved off the "hair handle." Tiger has done quite a job of pulling out chunks of hair on his own as well so he's not very attractive right now. That's why I'm just doing a face shot to avoid embarrassment.



Sweet Pea is such a lovey boy. He'll come my way if I just call his name or snap my fingers. He's such a sensitive and loving kitty, but prone to be picked on by other kitties because he's such a pacifist like his daddy. I refer to him as a black cat but his fur is actually an exquisite chocolate with even some orange tones when viewed in sunlight. We have intimate conversations from time to time. He's quite chatty.



Now that the Friday Pussy Blog has been taken care of for another week, let's get on with le weekend. We're having our favorite goat juice. I love my goat! Scary shit! Demons they are!



Party on, Garth!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

My Week Thus Far

This has been an exhausting week. It started off brutal and got worse from there.

As most of you regulars know, I purchase the airtime to get commercials on television. That's a really simplistic way of describing what I do. Obviously it is far more complex than that and I won't go into all the details here, but I will share some of them.

Typically we buy a 3-month quarter in advance. Because the campaign I'm working on is constantly in a state of flux, we've been buying one month at a time. This gets problematic because we are outside the norm. Everyone else is buying the whole quarter while we have been on a month-to-month routine. I have finally bucked that trend and pre-buy what I think I'm going to need in order to avoid a "shortage of inventory" in July and August, but only in television markets where it has been a challenge to get the inventory I need on short notice.

By inventory, I mean securing the number of 1-minute openings for an ad so that they are reserved in my name for my use.

Although there are currently 4 of us handling this account, two of us are handling about 70% of the money (budget) and the other two are just lazy part-time buyers. Actually one of the other two is my boss and she shouldn't be involved in this at all, in any way, shape or form.

I guess that's why HER boss has decided to hire five junior buyers to take up the slack. We had training this week which took up several hours of my time on Wednesday and Thursday of this week. What is odd is that the software we are using to accomplish this task is rather complex and no one had any questions whatsoever during the training. That's a warning sign.

Oh, and did I mention that three of the five junior buyers are in the Chicago office?

Today I received an email with the "buddy assignments" the five junior buyers have been assigned to us "veterans" for support -- and now I have TWO buddies. This means I'll be answering all their questions once they get into it, and basically training them.

Keep in mind that communication has been and continues to be an issue within our department here in my burg. Now that three of our five junior buyers are in Chicago, the other two juniors are in my building, and two of the other buyers (the part-timer and my boss) are in New York, things are about to get real interesting.

Aside from my head feeling like it's about to explode, I'm laughing on the inside.

Meanwhile a rep showed up at the office today from Chicago. A rep is someone who sells the airtime on behalf of the station. He came in for the day, hung out, and expected to have an entourage go out drinking with him this evening, and when I say drinking, I really mean drinking. Drinks on fire kind of shit. I just can't do it. Not with them applying some kind of lacquer-stripping substance on the concrete floors today that caused me to have flu-like symptoms all afternoon. I just wanted to come home and drink in private, with no fire involved. Jesus.

I don't know where I'm going with this. I just started typing because I wanted to blog about SOMETHING.

Let's change the subject. I'm going to be hungry soon and we're going to make a casserole called "chilaquiles." Occasional visitor and definite blog pal "SAP" can relate.

Basically, it's a lasagna-esque casserole with a tomato sauce base filled with stuff like salsa, veggies, fake meat and then layered between tortilla chips, sour cream and cheese. And we'll have chopped avocado on the side with balsamic vinegar.

As a special treat, we are going to throw in some leftover tortilla from a lunch we had last weekend at a Mexican restaurant here in Austin. With certain dishes they provide you with fresh tortillas, and those are rarely needed to give you a satisfying meal, so txrad usually brings his home where they wait in the refrigerator in hopes of being utilized in a future meal. Tonight, they will be.

Ladies and gents, and anyone in between, I present you with red corn tortillas, which shall soon be incorporated into our dinner this evening:



Now I must go assist in the preparation. Tommorrow is Friday. Rejoice.

Culture Club Flashback

Wow, I disappeared for a day didn't I? Work is taking a toll on my brain this week. It's almost the weekend though.

Boy George is 46 today.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Company Coffee Mugs

How many of you faithful readers work for a company that gives you a free coffee mug with the company logo on it?

I was telling my story today out on the smoking deck. (Yes, we have one of those.)

I am an indefinite "temp." Why? I don't have clue, but supposedly I have job security. Anyway, I didn't get a coffee mug OR a welcome package, so one day when there were no paper cups, I complained to one of my co-workers (a permanent) who volunteered to go get me a mug.

She delivered. She came back with a mug AND a story. The guys in the mugroom told her they don't give mugs to temps. They sell them for $5.00 on the company website.

Well, excuse me. I am booking half a million dollars a week in media for a major telecommunications giant client and you won't give me a friggin $5.00 mug?

How much do you expect me to do for you? Or to put it more succinctly, how well trained are you in customer service?

I think I smell a rat.

But as I was telling this story to a co-worker who is permanent, he said, "But you degrade it for the rest of us."

He's not an asshole, it was tongue-in-cheek. But it sounds and smells like asshole to me.

My perception problem, MY perception problem.

Flaws in the Laws

Meet Genarlow Wilson.


A judge on Monday ordered the release of a man who is serving a widely criticized 10-year prison sentence without parole for having consensual oral sex with a 15-year-old girl when he was 17.

And before the tears of joy could be wiped away, Georgia's attorney general immediately filed an appeal, despite the fact that the Georgia legislature has closed the loophole which allowed this to happen. And for some odd reason it was not retroactive when passed.

This is absurd injustice.
Under a “Romeo and Juliet” provision in the law, Mr. Wilson would have been guilty of only a misdemeanor had the act been intercourse. But no one had thought to include oral sex in that exception when the law was enacted, and after the trial, jurors said they had been unaware of the 10-year minimum for the felony.

[...]

And he has refused to take a standing plea deal, offered by the district attorney who prosecuted him, that would reduce his sentence but require him to register as a sex offender.

And rightly so. He's NOT a sex offender. Jesus Christ. Let the man go. Would this have happened if Mr. Wilson was white?

Monday, June 11, 2007

Some Skunk Spray

I just walked out on the patio and noticed two things:

1. My favorite little baby skunk eating my cat food.

2. And another not-so-cute skunk coming up to eat the same food.

Oh there were three things I noticed:

3. Skunk scent.

Scent of a Skunk. Call it what you will.

But I have been in the midst of it tonight.

They will spray each other, and growl like dogs.

And they don't pay me no mind at all.

Monday Garden Blog

We are a scant few weeks away from the torrent of real summer heat -- not the 92 mild degrees we're having now, so there might not be much garden blogging to do. I'm trying to slow down with the photos so I can pace myself. Of course there will be chilies to photograph but who wants to look at pictures of those for 8 weeks? (Me! Me!)

txrad is very proud of his Purple Beauty bell pepper.



And I'm very proud of his fragrant basil which we can now add to our pizza three times a week until the first frost. It also goes nicely with one of our casseroles.

Bad Drug Or Good Weed?

Governor M. Jodi Rell of Connnecticut hasn't decided whether to sign a bill which would make the state the 13th to permit the use of marijuana for medical purposes.

I have a strong distaste for these medical marijuana bills. It's like civil unions for gays & lesbians rather than full marriage rights, but at least it's a step in the right direction.

Unfortunately we'll never make progess as long as we have politicians spewing garbage like this:
State Senator John McKinney, a Republican from Southport whose father, a congressman, died of AIDS in 1987, expressed sympathy for people with debilitating illnesses. But he said that supporting the bill would be “sending the wrong message,” one that marijuana is not a bad drug.

Senator McKinney, get over it. Heroin is a bad drug. Cocaine is a bad drug. Meth is a horrible drug. Marijuana is a good weed and it shouldn't cost $400 an ounce any more than spinach or collard greens should.

I am of the opinion that all plants and animals on our small little sphere serve some purpose. I am thoroughly disgusted by these public figures who won't examine the issue because... well, it's just "bad."
Mr. McKinney also said that patients could ease their symptoms with prescription drugs.

Yes, of course. Expensive and riddled with all kinds of bad side effects, but at least the big pharmaceuticals will profit handsomely. That is the point really.
But Representative Penny Bacchiochi, a Republican from Somers, said prescription drugs did not alleviate the pain of her husband, who died after having bone cancer in the late 1980s. On the recommendation of his doctor, she bought marijuana for him.

Legalize it. Period.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Look Ma! No Flies!

My old Siamese cat starting having issues with her food awhile back so I started having to give her a canned chicken "dinner." They are less than 30-cents a can so I'm not complaining about the cost.

What bugs me are the number of flies in the kitchen now since she doesn't lick her plate clean. There are dozens of them. And I've got to be honest here, I don't like flies hanging around when I'm making dinner. We all know how flies are attracted to shit, and food. I don't want flies on my cutting board, or on my food. I go absolutely insane.

So today I went to Home Depot and bought some of those little things that look like they might be Chinese fireworks. You pull the string while twisting the bottle counter-clockwise and this sticky tape comes out which is supposed to trap flies in the icky Thump glue. So far, no flies. Funny, since there are still quite a few hovering about in the kitchen.



I was just taking the last swig out of my beer and I felt some solid substance in my mouth. Thinking it was an abnormally large piece of food leftover from my lunch that had somehow dislodged itself from my teeth, I picked it out only to discover it was a DEAD FLY!

GROSS!

My only question is, why don't they go to the sticky tape? I guess we have smart flies here.

I'm Feeling Red, White & Black

It's awfully quiet around here today. One more week to wait for the new White Stripes CD.



Let's see if I can avoid the wrath of Warner Brothers.

One blog, productshopnyc.com, recently posted two leaked songs from the album; the site quickly received a cease-and-desist order from Warner Brothers and took the tracks down, only to find itself shut down for a day. “I’m not sure what all this says about the White Stripes if they sign to a label that employs such heavy-handed tactics,” read a comment from one of the site’s users.



"Why don't you kick yourself out, you're an immigrant too."

Icky Thump:

Saturday, June 09, 2007

My Ideal Candidates - Just Stop Reading After #12

Here are my results from an ideal candidate questionnaire I filled out just moments go. No real surprises at the top of the chart since I've been a Kucinich supporter for quite awhile. I have no idea why Al Gore is listed as #10 and just a few notches above McCain. Bleaahhh.

Given that Kucinich is my fantasy president and I realize the actual Dem nominee will likely be one of the big names, I'd put Gore ahead of them all.



The test is here.
h/t: Phydeaux.

Maybe the 2nd Most Obnoxious Blogger?

I won't win this one either but I sure as hell deserve it.

Friday, June 08, 2007

My Pussy Needs Attention

Lo and behold, kona has produced a Friday Pussy Blog.

Miss Samantha likes to do this in front of the sink when there are dishes to be rinsed, or just in general when we're trying to cook.




Sissy is more apt to pick an out-of-the-way place except when she specifically needs to be on me. That will happen later this evening.




I wasn't even sure where Tater Tot was hanging out. Of course when I came in to the office to upload the first two photos I found him stretched out on the table behind my monitor. He let out a big yawn for the blog. JackGoff is gonna lurve it.




Those are the indoor kitties. Next week I'll try and give the outdoor kitties some equal time so no one complains.

Friday Random Ten (with a yucca blossom backdrop)

Bonus Track


Click the pic for the bonus track. I LOVE Toshiko Akiyoshi and when you see this video, you'll know why. She's in my top 5 list of people I'd love to see perform but haven't. She used to play a venue in NYC on a regular basis -- I'm thinking the Village Vanguard but that was awhile back and I haven't seen her in the New York Times listings recently.


Come to Austin, Toshiko, come to Austin. We'll give you a very warm reception.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Oh Shit, Hide the Pot

I just heard txrad say, "there's a bunch of cops outside our house." Well, they are on the street, and there's three FOUR of them with lights flashing. We live in a rather rural quiet neighborhood so this is unusual. But I'm not about to go outside to see what's going on. I'll just be glad when they wrap up whatever it is they are doing and move on along.


I didn't threaten Bush or anything on a blog while intoxicated, did I? Oh no, our house would be surrounded by black Suburbans in that case. They seem to have pulled someone over but came in from two directions in order to trap the person. Too bad I don't have a police scanner.

I'll be glad when all the brush grows up so our house isn't even visible from the street. That would be me happy: I don't know what's going on out there, and they don't know what's going on in here.

Ideal.

OK, they've been here now for at least an hour. How long does it take to arrest a dude? Huh?


Notice the posture of the donut-eater with the shaved head. We seem to have a problem. The victim's girlfriend is sitting on the hood of her car with her head bowed in disgrace. Either you have a cause to haul the guy in or get the fuck out of our front yard. At least one of the cops is from the city of Austin, and they have no jurisdiction here. We aren't in the city limits.



And what the fuck is the purpose of the blue gloves? Aside from the color matching the victim's shirt.

Just get the hell out of my space. You're causing bad vibes. This is probably something drug related, we suspect.

We think the cops are out of control and if they had a legitimate case against this guy he'd already be hauled downtown to the chapel of love. They are obviously trying to harass and coerce something. Just our opinion.

Reno 911 is on now but somehow I'm just not in the mood.