Tuesday, February 28, 2006

CAN'T TOUCH THIS!

McHammer has a blog.

Monday, February 27, 2006

News and thangs

David Limbaugh writes:


President Bush is in trouble with much of his base for approving the sale of a British shipping firm that runs commercial container operations at six major U.S. ports to a United Arab Emirates (UAE) company. I believe the main reason he is under fire from the right is that he has a nagging credibility problem concerning his inscrutable immigration policy.

To be sure, Bush is under fire from the left as well, but their opposition has little to do with national security concerns and everything to do with partisan politics.

Most conservatives, I think, see Bush as enormously committed to America's national security and the Global War on Terror (GWOT). But many find themselves scratching their heads over his perceived "open borders" policy.

Why, they wonder, is he so genuinely clear-sighted about the evil of terrorists and the global threat they pose to the point of fashioning his legacy-making foreign policy doctrine around an unprecedented preemption strategy, yet seemingly oblivious to the potential threat in our back, front and side yards? Why the disconnect?

Actually, to call it a disconnect is a major understatement. It's more like a gargantuan gap in an otherwise fully coherent policy. If his driving ambition is to make America safer from our terrorist enemies, why does he risk sabotaging that objective by making us more vulnerable right at home?


Maybe the answer, Dave, is that he really doesn't give a rat's ass about National Security?

In other news, Mardi Gras carries on, reminding us that we can't forget about New Orleans, the rest of Louisiana, Mississippi, Texas, Florida, and other areas affected by the hurricane season. It's not all roses and bead throwing down there yet, you know.

And finally, Dolly Parton gets hate mail and threats for being so GLBTQLMNOP friendly! Leave Dolly alone you bastards! She's the only reason I plan to watch the Oscars.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Ha Ha Ha America

Brilliant, compelling, distrubing: someone's entry into the 2006 Sundance Film Festival, via Apostropher.



Meanwhile, in Japan:

Friday, February 24, 2006

Coincidence? I think not.

There is this guy that I know from this shady place in which I'm known to make an appearance every now and then. He is from Brazil. A very nice looking man. He's employed there, if you could call working in such a scandalous shithole "employment".

But he's very sweet to me.

I know that it is a love meant to be (though it dare not speak it's name) because one time I was in the elevator with him and I could hear Marilyn Manson coming from his headphones. It was pleasing to know that he was not limited to that bass-head shit, or worse--raggaton or something like that. I need a man who, when push comes to shove, can rock in the traditional sense of the word.

We've always had our chit chat, but a few nights ago we had an extended conversation. We talked about Brazil, and Portuguese, and North Carolina, etc. Someone rough ass looking homeboy was in there in a similarly color-coordinated attire as myself, and he says to the guy that we are "twins". Then he says to me, "The good boy and the bad boy," referring to me as the good boy of course.

"Good boy?" I asked.

"You just look like such a good boy" he said.

"Oh honey," I replied, "I'm more likely the bad boy in this situation."

"You are wolf in sheeps clothing?" he said in his accent. "You know that expression?"

"Yes of course I know that expression," I said. "But I'm not a wolf in sheeps clothing, I'm just the sheep."

When it was time for me to make my departure, lest my carriage turn into a pumpkin, I said goodnight and stalled for a moment hoping for more to come from our exchange. He broke me down -- "You're the sheep, remember?"

Well, tonight I went to the gym and who the hell do I see as I'm getting ready to leave, all sweaty and nasty?

Suddenly, I'm about so much more than the elliptical machine at ye olde gymnasium.

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Here's something to do: watch figure skating to your own choice of music. In the gym tonight, I was watching the figure skaters (suddenly they are called "ice dancers"? What's this about?) with Celebrity Skin blaring in my ears. You'd be surprised how well it fit. This world is a whore, she sings, and right into the triple axle. Awesome.

If I were an "ice dancer", I would totally use old school Ike & Tina tracks for my performance. The dude that performed to "My Way"? Lame.

*****
I wanted to go out on The Butch Stroll tonight, but alas, no one wants to go with me? (Not that I don't go out alone, but tonight I crave a posse or at least a companion.) So I ordered a late night snack and plan to go to bed early. There is so much to do tomorrow, and the time burns away quick. Quicker than the calories.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

The Facts of Life

"You know, it's amazing, you can know people your whole life but you never really get to know the little things about them do you?"

"Not if you're lucky."




I'm obsessed with TMC.

I should write an aricle for "HIV, Ethics, and Public Policy"

Last night I went out, the details of which I will spare you because I know there are millions of readers out there who turn to me for moral guidance and advice on how to live a decent, righteous life. I wouldn't want to ruin that reputation for which I have worked so hard.

But seriously folks.

This morning I had to call in sick to work so that I could go with "a friend of mine" who was freaking out about HIV. (Long story.) We went to Callen Lorde Community Health Center whose motto is "We Treat People...Like People". That is the essence of what my thesis should express as the way to do health care. And I have to say those people lived up to their motto.

So while I was there I got tested as well just as a show of solidarity with my friend. They do the finger-prick twenty-minutes-results test. Like I told the counselor, Marvin (I'm in love with him), I was pretty confident that my results would be negative. But it had been a good while since my last test and while you're waiting those twenty minutes, your mind starts turning on all the slips and slides from the past, and you wonder what you would do if by some unfortunate chance you were positive, and on and on until you see on the paper NEGATIVE and breathe that sigh of relief. I'm happy to report that we both tested negative for HIV.

The thing that I tried to express to my friend, however, who was in this predicament because a condom broke -- being aware of the window of time between exposure and accurate test results -- is that condoms are not a magical force field that protect you from shrapnel and rains of fire. I do not want to sound like those "abstinence only education" people, but a widespread misconception -- even among medical doctors -- is that condoms are guarantees against disease. There are several things that condoms hardly provide any protection against, and they can always break. In the gay life we focus on keeping ourselves from getting HIV -- which is The Big One -- but forget that there are all kinds of bugs that can infect and lead to tragedy. Anal cancer develops from STDs. Syphillis can maim or kill you if it goes untreated. There is always a risk in sexual situations, especially causual and/or anonymous ones, of contracting something heinous, HIV and otherwise.

And it goes without saying, most diseases don't express their symptons for a good while, if they ever do at all.

So after all that, I did some shopping for workout pants, as part of what's keeping me motivated for the gym is the fashions. (I kid.) Then I went to the gym (I promise this is not going to become "Stroll's Workout Schedule Blog") and did my due on the elliptical which is becoming my friend and then lifted some weights. I feel that I am way more conscientious about using the spray bottles and paper towels on my sweat-covered equipment than other disgusting people.

With HIV fresh on my mind, I noticed on said bottle that besides the name, the most prominantly displayed fact about this liquid is that it "is effective against HIV-1". Good. But there is slim to no chance of contracting HIV from someone else's sweat, yet there are countless nasty skin infections one can pick up from at the gym from warts to rashes to molluscum. I find it a curious revelation about fear of HIV that that product discloses it's effectiveness against HIV, something you will never catch at the gym without biting someone's ear off, but doesn't mention its effectiveness against the things you can catch. Discuss.

On a final note, my MP3 player still plays the songs that are loaded on it, but it refuses to connect to the computer to change songs. So I'm stuck listening to Celebrity Skin on a loop, with "La Vie En Rose" and "Mississippi Rolling Stone" the only other selections.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

To use a cliche,

I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.

Philosophy of Religion in Nigeria

Yes, I am obsessed with the "Cartoon Jihad" and related violence happening all over the world. I think it is one news story out there that should not be underestimated in terms of importance. I believe that we are slowly becoming involved in World War Three, and the eruptions over the cartoons is but a piece of it.

In response to the outbreak of violence and murder over those damn cartoons, Christians in Nigeria have now taken to violence themselves. Word is that religious violence has been widespread in Nigeria since 2000, but now there is a whole new cycle beginning.

I in no way endorse this violence. It is tempting to say, "Well they started it" in regards to the Muslims, but going back years and years, and throughout history, no one can be sure who started what. I'm pretty certain it wasn't Jesus Christ, though, who advised that we turn the other cheek.

Do people not realize that if there is a God Almighty, he can settle these disputes himself with ease? Wouldn't God be able to do his own smiting?

Monday, February 20, 2006

Yesterday I went to this place called a "gym". They have this torture device there called an "elliptical machine". If there is a hell and if that hell is personal, I'm sure that, for me, hell is a trot on the elliptical for eternity. Thirty minutes liked to have killed me. The sweat pouring out of my body burned because it was so full of toxins.

I actually enjoy the weight lifting part, though I can't lift much. I like the fact that you can immediatly feel your body responding. Now I have to just stick with it.

I slept like a baby last night.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Question: Who needs a live chicken in New York City? Answer:

This blog is known for posing the really hard questions that people struggle with in their day to day lives. For example, Who the hell needs a live chicken in New York City? Well, I have received an answer.

Jeremy writes:


Well, I'll tell ya: people who want really fresh chickens, or people
who want to know that chickens are being killed by Halal chicken-killers. I just went to Pollo Vivo, or Astoria Live Poultry for the first time. I won't know if it's any good until tonight, since the chicken is still marinating, but I will tell you this: the birds looked healthy, clean and well maintained before the ... er... AWWWWK! SLIT! SPLAT! that was to follow. And they don't only have chickens; they have quail, duck and guinea fowl. And the place is something of a misnomer. They don't sell you the live chicken, or rather, they do, but you don't take home the live chicken. They weigh it (feathers, head, feet included) and then they kill it and butcher it (cutting it to order) and then you take home the meat.

"Recently Dead Chicken" doesn't really have the zing to it that Pollo Vivo has.

I'm making stock with the back, neck and feet. And let me tell you, I've never had a richer SMELLING stock, at least.


I reckon there is something to be said for live (or "recently dead") chicken, then. Walking in and developing a relationship with one, then having its head chopped off, its feathers plucked, and its guts removed does guarantee a bit more freshness than, say, picking out a rotting pile of gizzards wrapped in celophane with holes poked in it with a questionable expiration date from the shelves of Trade Fair. Viva el pollo!

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Is provoking someone to anger worse than getting angry itself?

I think that every pundit and opinionista is missing the point entirely about the "rights" of the cartoonists (and newspapers for that matter) that are in question. Andrew Sullivan (nice conservative) and Michelle Malkin (mean conservative) in particular keep asserting that the cartoonists made a valid point that was not meant to provoke this violent outrage. I say that in a free country, you have to be able to deal non-violently with the fact that there will be people who say "You have a dirty, irrational, stupid, murderous cult of a religion." People have and continue to say this about Christianity. Christianity has had it's "holy symbols" put in jars of urine and covered in feces and the people who created those things and called them "works of art" had every right to do that.

So it is a moot point what the paper and its cartoonists meant to encourage. You have to respond to such things with your own free speech, not by taking it away from people who offend you even if they are offending you on purpose. You have to deal with a twisted image of Santa cutting off heads by saying you don't like it, not by murdering the man who did it. Protest all you want. You have that right. But you do not have the right to be violent about it. Not in America, at least, where the FIRST THING put down as the Law of this Land was that you can say any fucking thing you want to say and the Government can't keep you from saying it. (Yes I realize there hasn't been violence over this in the U.S. and that the massive protest at the Danish embassy today) was peaceful, but I'm just sayin). I know this is not always what happens, that there is in fact censorship, both subtle and overt. But it is the theory and we should strive for the total practice of that theory. I feel very strongly about the First Ammendment and that there should be very, very little room for restrictions on the absolute freedom of speech. Lines are notorious for being drawn in the wrong place.

I realize that I may have some kind of bias, however, against "religious" outrage as opposed to say, racial. My logic seems to work out differently when it comes to the Toledo riots, for example.

Only the Good Die Young

A tragedy has befallen the house of Stroll. I have not written about this yet because, as is my usual way of dealing with tragedy, I have been in a state of shock and denial. It is with great sadness that I must report that Lady, the young dog who had come to live with us for a short while before being relocated to North Carolina, was hit by a car and killed on Valentine’s Day near her new Southern home. How sudden and awful these types of things are, and how truly ironic that the lyrics to her favorite song, “Candle in the Wind”, now kind of fits. Indeed, her candle burned out long before her legend never did. She will be greatly missed. “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” --Matthew 5:4

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“Overheard” or “One end of a telephone conversation.”


“I think I’m addicted to amphetamines … Oh, no I have a prescription … Well it’s not my prescription … Well I’ll have to quit eventually, cause I only have a finite supply … Yeah, I’m at like “peak oil” but with speed.”

Thursday, February 16, 2006

They Should Call Them "Jihad Biscuits"

Matching American silliness of renaming French Fries "Freedom Fries", Iran has renamed Danish pastries.

Hunting Protocols

Andrew Sullivan writes:


The first was the question of whether he had been following the usual hunting protocols. I have no clue what those are and defer to others. But his formula of taking full responsibility, and giving the bottom line as "I shot the gun," doesn't answer the question of whether he was negligent in the way he was hunting. I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt his old friend; and I'm sure his friend won't hold it against him. But it does make a difference if this was an accident that could happen under perfect hunting protocols or not.


Um, I have been on a hunting trip or two as a child, but I admit that despite my upbringing I'm no expert either. However, I'm fairly certain that Protocol Number One is "don't shoot anybody in the face".

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Ten Ways Dick Cheney Can Kill You

I seriously feel bad when anyone suffers physical pain and I honestly feel sorry for the man that Cheney shot and I fear the Republicans might start rioting like the Muslims...but I can't resist linking to this picture:

Ten Ways Dick Cheney Can Kill You

Brokeback Brilliance

Sure, Willie Nelson revealed his song about gay cowboys on Howard Stern this morning...but what about George Gay, the original gay cowboy? [mp3] Let's give credit where credit is due.

[Gay Cowboy song via Lukas Kaiser]

Johari Window

Taking the lead from Snow and Bitch, PhD, here is the link to my very own interactive Johari Window, whatever that is:

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Stroll

I don't think I have enough regulars here for it to give me any profound results, but what the hey.

Happy V.D. by the way.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Cheney Accidentally Shoots His Lawyer...

Old man, heart condition, high-stress job, lots of anxiety inducing scandals flying around, shotgun, quiet woods, easily startled...maybe hunting's not for you, Dick.

It snowed a little.

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Thursday, February 09, 2006

Madonna's Sorry Video

I'm in a sea of travel arrangments gone wild, thoughts of my thesis dying slowly and painfully (and expensively), and the general decay of my body, mind, and spirit from these wintery months.

Anyway, here is Madonna's new video, "Sorry". What do you think? I like how it picks up where the "Hung Up" video leaves off (kind of). But there's something about those vagina-thrusts at the skating rink that make me think of "It's a carwash ladies and gentlemen!"

Here's the video.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

The Grammy's & Project Runway

I watched Our Lady Madge Ritchie, aka Madonna, open the Grammy's--she was hot but I wish it wouldn't have just been a re-do of the video.

I played the usual game of "Where's Blurty Thompson" and she was spotted on stage at one point seeming very excited to be there.

After the Mary J. Blige with U2 performance scarred me for life, I promptly turned to Project Runway. Heidi Klum is hilarious to me, and I love Tim Gunn. Nick is out, Chloe won. I've been saying Daniel V. is going to win but I don't know...Chloe could close in, and I think Kara might have some surprises. There is no way they're going to let Santino's arrogant glued-together sleeve-falling-off ass take the grand prize.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Psst...

Can someone with a password give me a cut & paste copy of this here article?

"Harming religious feelings"

The editors of two Jordanian newspapers have pleaded not guilty to "harming religious feelings" after they published those damn cartoons. The New York Sun and the Philadelphia Inquirer are the only two American papers to publish them so far.

For whatever reason one wants to claim they were published, the cartoons in question started out as a non-news worthy item. But now that there is violence all over the world in reaction to them, they have become newsworthy in addition to the violence itself. So people want to see what the fuss is all about, and that is part of what the press if for.

That "harming religious feelings" is even a charge is indicative of a place where there is no freedom. To some Christians, it "harms religious feelings" that there are people who are anything other than a Christian. Jews had their religous feelings harmed by the Passion of the Christ. Christians are not doubt having their religious feelings harmed by the Shabri Kumbh Mela in India.

Islamics have had their feelings hurt by these cartoons. Mind you this all started in European countries where no law was broken, and no physical harm was put upon anyone. Yet the reaction to their hurt feelings is kidnapping, murder, and widespread intimidation and violence. "Clerics" are running up and down the streets telling them to stop, when just the other day they were whipping up the fervor.

The spreading violence is viewed by the violent themselves as jihad. For these people, many of whom live in free, democratic countries, there is no way to deal with anyone who would criticize their religion except violence. And when the U.S. is running around the world making sure all these nations become "democracies" we ought to put some forethought into what they're going to do with it.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

There's some kind of Soup everyone's making a fuss over today? Soup in a bowl? Did someone throw a big ass chickenstew, and I wasn't invited?

Anyway. I'm going to the movies yet again.

Courtney in Court


Courtney in Court
Originally uploaded by butch stroll.
Singer's house arrest lifted


Courtney Love was relieved of her house arrest sentence by a Los Angeles Superior Court Judge on Friday (February 3).

The singer was under orders not to leave her residence - except for work, medical, retail or family related purposes, after Judge Rand S. Rubin agreed she had progressed well in a court-ordered rehab program he sentenced her to late last year.

Love had originally been sent to rehab, and later put under house arrest after admitting to violating her probation on a number of charges this past summer.

After reviewing progress reports from her lawyers Howard Weitzman and Michael Rosenstein, Rubin lifted the rocker's home-curfew before praising her in front of the court.

"We're all pretty pleased with your progress," he told the singer. "At this point your house arrest is complete."

Love then took the opportunity to address the court's role in her recovery.

"I just want to thank you for not being as punitive as you could have been," she said, adding that her time under the direction of the law helped her overcome a "very gnarly drug problem."

Rubin set the singer's next date in court for May 12, when she will answer progress reports her lawyers will be required to submit on May 5.

"I want to let the community know I'm doing great," she said to the Judge before leaving.


I do love that woman.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

You Can't Take It With You

Last night, for K-Rock's birthday, J-Boogie and I made arrangments to procure a cake and have dinner at Patsy's. I also invited Lito to attend. We all met at the restaurant.

We had never been to Patsy's. But we were familiar with Grimaldi's pizzeria, which used to be called Patsy's also. There is a detailed account of their name change controversy on their menus. We believed incorrectly that the Patsy's we were going to on 56th Street was in fact the Patsy's pizzeria in East Harlem, and that they would have a comparable product. Boy were we ever wrong.

Patsy's turned out to be the most chi-chi place I have ever been to in New York City. But we still thought it was the rival pizzeria, not realizing that a pizzeria probably wouldn't be so fancy. J-Boog had arranged to drop the cake off there, for them to serve to us after we ate. Yes, we took our own cake. WHAT?! Anyway, they were totally against this, but J-Boog talked them into it for five dollars per person.

They made us check our coats and bags. I was looking rough after work -- totally untucked, full bearded, and with hat-hair. Everyone was like 60 years old and in suits and fucking ballgowns. We were no doubt catching some looks. I worried they might turn us away because Lito and I weren't in fucking sports coats.

But they sat us upstairs (at first I thought this might have been to keep us out of view of the "white folk" but there were plenty of suity, ball-gowny patrons up top too.

We ordered the following drinks among the four of us: one Pepsi, one Diet Pepsi, one Sprite, one just water. They brought the drinks in those little mini glass bottles, and they brought bread.

We go to look at the menu and realize that they do not even serve pizza, and fucking speghetti and meat balls is $27. When the waiter stepped away, the talk immediately turned to "we are in the wrong place".

J-Boog and I probably would have just sucked it up and got the cheapest thing (speghetti and meatballs) but K-rock and Lito spearheaded the Exit from the Scene.

In all honesty, were our coats not checked and our cake in the kitchen, I probably would have just got up and casually walked out without saying a word.

Our discussion of the plan, however, started with excuses. Lito suggested that we go with "an emergency" or "I'm really sick". (Can you imagine? "Sir, I'm sorry but I've just had a terrible explosion of diarhea and period blood in my pants. Can we have the check for the drinks please?") K-rock suggested we should just tell the waiter "we're in the wrong place" which is the truth, and that's what we did. Then we got our cake and our coats and headed out, with dagger-eyes on us from the owner--especially after our big stink about the cake.

We of course had to pay for the beverages. Three beverages. The tab for these three baby sized glass bottles of beverage was $20! There was talk of walking out with the bottles in hand, but in the end we didn't do that. I chugged mine.

Then we went to Angelo's Pizza which was practically empty and very delicious. Everything worked out fine in the end.

Capote was sold out, so instead, today K-rock and I went to see Walk the Line which was very good. Joaquoanakanason (or however you spell it) Phoenix really surprised me with how much he both looks and sounds like Johnny Cash. I'm sure the whole thing was romanticized, and June Carter was putting out waaay longer than the movie lets on, but, it was a good flick. I recommend.

Going on The Butch Stroll in a few. Holla!

Friday, February 03, 2006

World Wide Dhimmitude

Some guy's livejournal post states my thoughts exactly:

The message from the Middle-East, it seems, is this: "How DARE you insinuate that Islam is a violent religion! We're gonna KILL you for saying that!"


Now, like that guy, I'm going back into "political lurk mode".

The Religion of Peace


More like the religion of “blow to pieces”.

In the fog of the memory of the recent riots of France, there is new "protesting" in Europe and around the world at European embassys, over some offensive cartoons. These protests have included bombs and kidnappings.

I have nothing against Islam, or people practicing whatever ridiculous religion they want. The problem is that in societies (ours, Europe’s, Islam’s, et al) people have to be willing to function under a plurality of values. There is no room for that for many practitioners of Islam. This “outrage” over cartoon depictions of their prophet is the perfect opportunity to drum up desire to get the jihad going for real. Not just in Iraq against the occupying military there, but on the streets of Europe against people living their day to day lives.

Newspapers in France and Germany reprinted Danish caricatures of the Prophet Mohammed yesterday, saying press freedom was more important than the protests and boycotts the cartoons have sparked across the Muslim world. [http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/0,2106,3559516a12,00.html]


This is a link to Fox News, but the story is from the Associated Press:


Early Friday, Palestinian militants threw a bomb at a French cultural center in Gaza City, and many Palestinians began boycotting European goods, especially those from Denmark.

"Whoever defames our prophet should be executed," said Ismail Hassan, 37, a tailor who marched through the pouring rain along with hundreds of others in the West Bank city of Ramallah.

"Bin Laden our beloved, Denmark must be blown up," protesters in Ramallah chanted.
In mosques throughout Palestinian cities, clerics condemned the cartoons. An imam at the Omari Mosque in Gaza City told 9,000 worshippers that those behind the drawings should have their heads cut off.

"If they want a war of religions, we are ready," Hassan Sharaf, an imam in Nablus, said in his sermon.

About 10,000 demonstrators, including gunmen from the Islamic militant group Hamas firing in the air, marched through Gaza City to the Palestinian legislature, where they climbed on the roof, waving green Hamas banners.

"We are ready to redeem you with our souls and our blood our beloved prophet," they chanted. "Down, Down Denmark."


I'm no fan of Michelle Malkin, but she does have lovely pictures of the protesters and their peace loving signage.

There are layers and complexities to this, but the bottom line is that all this outrage is over cartoons. How much blasphemy do we see and hear daily towards other religions? Lots. It's time for Muslims to just deal with a little criticism of their beliefs rather than decide that people should be killed for being meanies. Stop whining. This article from The Globe and Mail is right: "It's falling straight into that trap of being depicted as a violent people and proving the point that, yes, we are."

It's Fashion Week

which means that

Each day, 15,000 people come to see and be seen. They flow through the space, as do millions of dollars of jewelry, clothing and furs -- creating both security and diplomatic challenges for Mr. Yorio. There are movie stars to protect, pushy guests to resist, eccentric designers to manage and giant egos to massage. [http://online.wsj.com/article_email/SB113892884604363932-lMyQjAxMDE2MzA4MzkwMjM4Wj.html]


What they don't know is that Blurty Thompson will get in, even if it comes down to scaling fences or digging underground tunnels with her bare hands. The bitch will not give up on fashun. And when she does get in she is headed strait to Dior, or maybe 5-7-9.

The Golden Globes thought they could stop her, too. They were so wrong. What was edited out for TV was when she broke a bottle and tried to cut Felicity Huffman, who, it is rumored, stole the part of Bree in Transamerica right out from under Blurty's nose.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Brilliant.

Brokeback Mountain + Back to the Future = Brokeback to the Future

"Impressive woman seeks a cast for Return of The Jedi themed orgy"

I relate to this woman's personal ad in profound ways as, if you will recall, I have sought to live out my own Darth Vader fantasy..."ISO Jedi Knight for light saber fights and reciprocal use of the force. No Hutts, Yodas, or Sand People."

By the way, is that Honolulu Jenkins pictured?

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Women Sue Wal-Mart Over Contraception

Three Massachussets women are sueing Wal-Mart "for violating a state regulation by failing to stock emergency contraception pills in its pharmacy".

Dan Fogleman, a spokesman for Bentonville, Ark.-based Wal-Mart, said that Wal-Mart "chooses not to carry many products for business reasons."

At first glance, one may be inclined to claim that Wal-Mart has the right to sell or not sell whatever it wants. Fair enough. But just as they can't sell beer to any person "for business reasons", they have to carry contraceptions for legal reasons. Pharmacueticals is a regulated industry. If you don't want to abide by the regulations, then simply don't be a pharmacy.

Zimbabwe

My boss is travelling to Zimbabwe at the end of May which has entangled me in a seemingly endless web of visa requests, flight plans, and hotel research. For one thing the only decent hotel in the entire country is booked. For another, flights are notoriously cancelled or rescheduled.

I have been concerned about her travel there, as war is known to just "erupt" at any given moment, and there is 80% unemployment which means there are a lot of people who might kill you for the change in your pocket. That, and the government has been known to kill a few people here and there itself.

So not only did the President mention Zimbabwe in his State of the Union speech last night, but Parade Magazine featured Zimbabwe's President Mugabe as it's #4 worst dictator in the world. Now you know you're bad when Parade condemns you.

Developing -- more on this later.

Nothing says "colored" like coloring books.


In honor of Black History Month, here we have images of black people meant to be colored in. Fun for the whole family from the Knoxville News Sentinel.

(Hint: use bugmenot.com to access.)