Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Shorter WWII

from here

FDR: Oh, I'm sorry, was wiping out our entire Pacific fleet supposed to intimidate us? We have nothing to fear but fear itself, and right now we're coming to kick your ass with brand new destroyers riveted by waitresses. How's that going to feel?

CHURCHILL: Yeah, you keep bombing us. We'll be in the pub, flipping you off. I'm slapping Rolls-Royce engines into untested flying coffins to knock you out of the skies, and then I'm sending angry Welshmen to burn your country from the Rhine to the Polish border.

That's how I remember it too.



UNCLE JOE: These crazy mother fuckers should have killed me because I decimated the Soviet Army before you invaded.
Don't worry about me. Worry about theit crazy asses.
Oh, and we have a lot of armor.

Monday, December 28, 2009

head fake

While my email buddies were Ooohing and Aaahing over some strange apparatus, here is where the cool kids hung out.

Friday, December 25, 2009


Matt has a nice riff,

This generates profits for food retailers and also for food producers. For greedy for profit food retailers and food producers. Indeed, one of the biggest supporters of SNAP are truly evil agribusiness concerns that are sort of destroying the world.

All policy in an arch voice.

Sunday, December 20, 2009


Grand Ayatollah Montazeri has passed.

No God could have had a more humane spokesman.

My deepest feeling of unity with those that loved him.
And my deepest respect for the people of Iran's loss.


Saturday, December 19, 2009

"....and get the fuck off my lawn"

You should read Roy's schtick at V2.

Who expected anything less?

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Undersea Volcanoes

from as close as me to you


And here

You all pay for the F-22's. My money is going for Grizzly Bear DNA studies and the ROV Jason.

(Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute)

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Smackdown X 2

Battle of wits. Good guys win.
Ezra v. Lane
Doghouse versus Brooks.
Recorded here for posterity.


Sunday, December 13, 2009

Vaya con Carne

I sure liked me some Gene Barry.

And judging from The Times, I've got good tatse:

In an interview with Nan Jarrett for an Internet fan site in 2000, Mr. Barry recalled that he was appearing in the final season of the television comedy “Our Miss Brooks” when a producer asked him to play Bat Masterson.

“The idea of playing a saddle-type cowboy was repulsive to me,” he said. “Then he told me about the derby hat and cane, and I went by the costume department and saw the outfit that Masterson would wear, and I couldn’t resist.”

Thanks, Gene


Thursday, December 10, 2009


This is some serious shit from Holbo

Frum: Look, if you shave the beard, everything will be … better.

BG: You’re a moonbat.

Frum: It’s all related to … foreign policy and wheelchair access in public school, in ways that … would take a long time to explain.

BG: Get away from me!

Frum: Look. Just shave your beard!

Seinfeld had his Soup Nazi. Frum is sort of a Suit Nazi. (OK, that’s too mean.) A kente cloth-free zone. An advocate of radical (what shall we call it?) sartorauthoritarianism. Society and culture conservatively dictate everyone’s dress code down to a whisker.

And why?

Because otherwise you wouldn’t be (wait for it) FREE!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Tiny Voice

The rah-rah-rah email from VP Biden was nice.
My response was notably less so; to wit:

Dear Vice President Biden,
I realize that President Obama campaigned on finishing the fight in Afghanistan.
I am also old enough to have lived through LBJ "finishing" JFK's legacy war in S.E. Asia.
I am not sanguine about the possible outcomes.
In addition, DADT and DOMA are a priority for me, just like the FSM and the Anti-war Movement were priorities to my "co-religionists" at UC Berkeley in the 60's.
You and the President's team are just gonna have to deal with that.
My deepest regards,
A Disgruntled Democrat

I guess I read too much of The Hoosier Sage's stuff.


Update: I guess it doesn't pay to respond to the e-mails. I got a "No such user" message.
Please don't anyone tell Jill.
Requisite profanity, Fuck.