…She wants more juice, didn’t like her cereal and wants the motherfucking cold cuts back and sticks her fist in her mouth just to show me then pulls out a handful of drool to drip on the floor. Jack wants the stapler and tells me, for the tenth time, how earthquakes are killing all the panda bears in China.

All you Conway District voters really need to listen to this man.
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    Kinda tough being an EELS devotee.  Since Mark Oliver Everett (“E”, frontman and only permanent member) created Electro-shock Blues,  among the most stunning albums I’ve ever heard,  one tends to get sensations of impending disappointment with the release of each new recording. Fortunately, the let-downs almost never come. Or they …

ruling gives them freedom to campaign directly for/against a candidate. Means they can spend like crazy on advertising and any lying they choose to do will be protected by the First Ammendment. That’ll sway a Senator’s vote way quicker than any promise of fat, deferred, “retirement” funds or off-shore, underage prostitutes. Coo-oo-oool!!!

He was sitting upside down in a somewhat improbable position when he slid off, cracking his ding-a-ling cranium on the hardwood floor. Not the first time either. Very deep learning curve these dwarf morons are battling.

OK, that’s a  fucked up title. It’s just what you get when I feel rushed.  Anyhoooo it is New Year’s Eve which will naturally involve a great deal of drinking for you(Might mean that for us too, though I’m not really feeling this night as a boozy one just yet.) …

I truly hate to harp on older folks; after all, time is going to rob all of us of our pleasant features and younger generations will point and wince at me soon enough. But when I see all the grannies doing aqua-aerobics in their bathing caps and blue perms all I can think is Dammit, they’re gonna make the pool smell like Cream of Mushroom soup!

Crazy busy. Or busy as hell being lazy.  Either way I feel the need to stop by the blog and say hi now and then.  And even though I lack the time to deliver a regular piece (since I’m hopelessly unable to keep ‘em brief) it seemed like sharing some  …

   Glögg!!! Or is it glǿgg!!!?  Well, we’re sure it ain’t glug, as certain as we are thatit’s the most important booze of winter here.  And what the hell am I talking about, right? OK, “Glögg” is a generic Swedish term for a “mulled” beverage and can run the gamut from the high-octane Jul (Christmas) Glögg …

I’m a little pressed for time in Decemeber to go into my long rants. So I’ll try keeping things short but worthwhile for a bit. But let’s start with this: It’s Christmastime, how about we all go out of our way to be nice to each other?