Guess what?

Carlos Mencia sucks.



(Not a big surprise, I know)

Take Care of Sassy, Chance!

The Ninja stood in front of the couch.

He touched the palms of his hands together,
emerged from a Shadow, 
and bowed respectfully.

Blue the Dog was on the couch.

The man bowed to Blue a second time….
Then he approached the couch, leaned over with his face up close,
and peered deep into Blue’s one blue eye.
“Woof woof woof!” said the Ninja, trying to communicate
that, 
as he had suspected,
the one blue eye, and not the brown one at all,
was really 
the evil one.
He stepped back and bowed again to Blue.






“What the hell?” wondered my dog.

John "The Phage" McCain

A message from Brother Blog

My first memory is putting a bucket on my head and falling down a flight of steps. I potty trained myself at ten months old and learned to read early, so no one would have to read for me. I have always been an investigator & someone who scrutinized a lot. I cracked eggs on my parents’ kitchen floor, after seeing Mr. Rogers go to the egg factory. I was hoping to find chickens (I didn’t). I have always appreciated people very much, and used to have exceptional manners. I talked a lot, plus I had very high energy levels. My best friends in kindergarten and in second grade moved away. I really liked Muenster cheese, and found the word interesting, and funny.In first grade I remember masterminding a fight that involved a lot of people and making fun of girls with accents (it was b/c I secretly liked them). Aldo, I read the lord of the rings in second grade and felt guilty for not understanding it completely. I loved to find hidden things, but it was hard because my dad always made it so apparent he was “the Supreme Being.” (I found a postcard addressed to me recently with him dressed as Elvis on the front, on the back it said “Proof that the King exists”). I did not get accepted to the GATES program because I could not spell “homogenized.” I am a much better speller now In second grade I had an eleventh grade reading level, according to the California Achievement Test...All I remember of that CAT test is one question about putting in the correct word as a woman walks down a cobblestone path and looks backward. I plagiarized my young author’s book that year, it was on dinosaurs. I just stole the names of dinosaurs from another book and drew pictures myself. It was my earliest research project. I also remember in kindergarten a girl telling me we should all paint our bodies, I agreed, but now, don’t think she was right.In third grade I skipped recess to learn mathematics. My favorite shape was the cone. The first time I cried in school was after failing my first geography test. I was baptized and got my first communion, but was always bored in Church. My communion name is Luther Dragonwell, and I remembered it alone and only recently.I started investigating death quite young, and was fascinated by it. now I understand it and hope it goes away. I hoped to be a race-car driving comedian who found a cure for AIDS (I have not successfully completed any of those goals)…I am 25 and live with my parents.

-Guest writer Joe Douglass Twain

If this isn't scary, I don't know what is....

http://mccainblogette.com/docs/about/

And check out her playlists.

She represents that worst kind of subtle phony: I'd say half the music on her "playlists" is good, but there she is, perverting/ignoring the spirit and content of this music, and then writing it off as irony ( "An interesting thing happens when you're a music fan.....There's always some great irony in between life and art." ). Oh an interesting thing happens huh? Great irony eh? Yeah there is a great irony going on here, it's just the inverse of what you think it is! Or maybe your definition of irony itself is ironic?
That's not even taking into account her latest statement about how she is now a country music fan/convert. Just another member of the great pulsating-boner-horde of vampire-zombie-type members of our generation, not able to be honest with themselves, living in that strange doublespeak reality where it's unquestionably normal to say one thing and do another-- as if they (unconsciously?) believe the function of language itself is to obscure reality, rather than describe it. Hence the political game is percieved as having no more import than a basketball game: "My team should win cuz I love my team, it's the best team! Wooo!" And all is again stripped of any meaning, reduced, perverted.

Ironically, the differences between the Republican party and the Democratic party are probably similar to the differences between sports teams at this point. Both essentially being corrupt! BAH!

To sum up my rant: I hate when dumb people like (or pretend to like) good stuff for the wrong reasons! It's so sinister! And look at her mom for crissakes!

Check this out

http://www.somethingawful.com/d/news/obama-kindergarten-essay.php

Brother Blog

Hey Adam, did you see our new Brother Blog? I think we have a different Dad though.

Yes, I too am

concerned. Although, we may have originally strayed from "Interesting commentary on Modern American Values" when "Best Damn Cat Video You'll Ever See" was posted. Or rather, that may have merely blurred the line between "Interesting Commentary on Modern American Values" and "Inevitable Perpetuation of Meaningless American Youtube Phenomena." However, as a wise man once said: "You can't write if you can't relate."
This also raises the all-important question: Can we even tell anymore what we like for saracastic reasons vs what we actually like?

(but, seriously, those pictographic match-ups worked out eeirly well, don't you think? Even the backgrounds synchronously resemble each other for a couple of them! I mean, "Tuvok Obama?" C'mon, that's meant to be! With the ears and all......It all goes to support my sneaking suspicion, or theory you could say, that the unpredictability of American politics can all be explained away, the code cracked, by overlaying the thematic lattice of Star Trek upon said politics. Although, this means Hillary Janeway will be the next president. And that's accurate, right?)

Either that, or:

Our Brainbaby be sick! I ain't got no money to take her to dah internet hospittle. An' you don care none bout dat do you? You nevah send dat child suppo'! Nevah once, you deadbeat mothafucka!

This blog, our brainbaby,

Seems to have just made the jump from "Interesting commentary on modern American values" to "Geeky lets-compare-politicians-to-characters-from-Star Trek picture gallery."

I am concerned.  Although, amused. Quite amused.

Oh wait, forgot about "Kucinix"

And lastly, Captain Hillary Janeway of the USS Voyager

Chakotay Richardson

Tuvok Obama

Strangers from near and far are offering their help to Patches, the Ogden cat who needs an expensive operation

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/odd_lemonade_mission

!!!!????!!!???

"Even the setting had parallels,

he said: 'Believe me, if you're a teenager, you're always in the damned woods. Literally, you're in the woods -- probably too much you're in the woods. And metaphorically you're in the woods, in your life. Look at you here, in court diversion! If that isn't `in the woods,' what the hell is `in the woods'? You're in the woods!'

//

On December 28, a 17-year-old former Middlebury College employee decided to hold a party and gave a friend $100 to buy beer. Word spread. Up to 50 people descended on the farm, the revelry turning destructive after a chair broke and someone threw it into the fireplace.

//

This is where Frost is relevant. This is the irony of this whole thing. You come to a path in the woods where you can say, `Shall I go to this party and get drunk out of my mind?"' he said. 'Everything in life is choices.'"