Sunday, March 2, 2008

messy-potamia


So we seem to be suddenly enroilled in a cleanliness quagmire. It all started with the canine committee (representatives from Indiana and Delaware) "passing" an "authorization bill" on the couch. This was earlier this morning and I am at least glad that the pup did not try to "table" the measure.
We seemed to have actionable intelligence on the "stock pile of missiles" and immediately deployed the unmanned spot bot to combat the mess under the theory that "if I don't clean it up there (the couch) I will surely have to clean it up here (my hands and clothes)." It seemed that the mission had been accomplished: the couch was again safe for democracy (sitting on) and some of those involved were captures and detained briefly.

We could not have known at the time that the couch was couched in a conspiracy of untidiness that would last well into the night. One of the dogs exploded a pen and we agreed that the best course of action was a surge in our housekeeping forces. Initially the surge seemed to be working and then one of the dogs got into the green zone and attacked a bystander with a "spew-a-cide bomb," leaving at least one civilian nearby covered in puppy puke. Luckily the spot bot was already on the scene and reaction was immediate. Recent reports indicate that a can of store-brand diet orange soda may have been involved with yet another couch decleanification. All we can say for sure is that the spot bot will not be put away any time soon.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Meg is 21!

And happy birthday to mom as well


which goes first?

the salad or the pasta?
the milk or the eggs?
the bread or the chips?
the eyes or the mind?
the brakes or the radiator?
the cable or the internet?
the phone lines or the powerlines?
the beer or the punch?
the light bulb or the candle?
the dynasty or the legacy?

and now here is the kung fu infant:

Thursday, February 28, 2008

My Morning with Barack


My morning of Thursday, February 28, 2008 was spent watching Barack Obama speak in Austin about his future plans for our economy.

I have many pictures of the event so if you would like to see them I openly encourage you to do so via my flickr page

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

i'm a backwards sort of guy

So I just threw some red stuff in the wash on the gentle cycle and I still think I am masculine.

I would rather hear "rhetoric" than concrete unworkable plans from a presidential candidate and I don't see what's so wrong.

I would rather hear concrete workable plans from legislators than more empty rhetoric.

I think I can be conservative and not want the government paying any attention to my phone calls or the brain-bran.

I simultaneously believe that casablanca and the rock are good movies.

I think people can change their minds

I think there is rampant agism against the young.

I think there is nothing un-american about the designated hitter rule.

I think it is weird that the nra doesn't get on board with ecology.

I will take a great deal of time with my word choices and gramatical intricacies but i don't particularly care about capitalization

or punctuation

I want smaller government and more consumer protecting enforcement.

I wish the ascot would make a comeback

Monday, February 25, 2008

info description of a show on tv

"in a magical world full of puppies, children are led on an advenurous educational journey of classical music..."

So i want to be the official Great Describer for cable TV so i can give such info to potential viewers.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

BREAKING NEWS FROM FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS!!!!!!!!


Conchords Develop Powers.

Last week while visiting New Zealand metropolis Palmerston North city, Bret McKenzie and Jemaine Clement of Flight of The Conchords were exposed to radiation from an explosion at a power generating wind farm leaving them with super powers. McKenzie found that after exposure to the radiation he was able to send text messages with his mind and Clement reported that he was a bit stronger than usual and could lift about three or four more shopping bags than he usually could. But really full ones though. Effects wore off after ten minutes but during that time McKenzie managed to text his mate Dave "HPPY BRTHDY DAV. I M SNDNG THIS USNG MND".

Courtesy of http://www.conchords.co.nz/