M. Ward: LOATHE him.
No links, no apologies. Dude's microphone license needs to be revoked, RIGHT NOW.
However...
No links, no apologies. Dude's microphone license needs to be revoked, RIGHT NOW.
However...
The Dead Weather: LOVE them.
Pay attention, class; this is Rock School.
Spot, our cranky old lady cat (foreground), still can't stand that Rikki exists (that's our young boisterous boy in the background). But I did not pose this shot; I wouldn't even care to try it. And they're upstairs right now, just hanging out together on the comforter, looking for all the world like they do this kind of thing every day*.
*just to be clear: they really, really don't
*just to be clear: they really, really don't
MORAL OF THE STORY: Never mow the lawn.
So I've been browsing through NetFlix instant-watch for 30 minutes solid, and I'm no closer to finding "Year of Living About 14 Minutes Ago Dangerously". Maybe I should check the regular DVDs?
Screw it, I'm bumping Johnny Dangerously to the top of the queue. Michael Keaton vs. Joe Piscopo! What more do you want?
Screw it, I'm bumping Johnny Dangerously to the top of the queue. Michael Keaton vs. Joe Piscopo! What more do you want?
I am so beyond sick of this now, have been for months, so I'll keep it brief: Norm Coleman's out; Al Franken's in.
Hal-lay-freak-in-LU-yah.
Now can we please get to work?
So, I'm sitting down here in the CatCave, putting off mowing & trimming the lawn, tending the Cute Overload comments, and I start watching this video:
Believe me, it's well worth getting past the guy's intro & silly howl until about 0:38. Then the world melts.
Of course, not everybody is as impressed...
Of course, not everybody is as impressed...
(that's my other Vox blog on the screen, there)
