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Jon Ronson Read My Blog

That's right, the author of 'The Men Who Stare At Goats' said my blog was funny. Last tweet in the image there linked to my last post. Boo-yah!

Does it make it less cool if I'm all like, bragging about it?

Nah.

Bitter, Bitter Taste

EDIT: The above YouTube has been removed due to copyright violation... It was a clip from a film named Downfall, a German movie about the last few days in Hitler's life in a bunker under Berlin. For the YouTube version, they cleverly replaced the original subtitles for a conversation between Hitler and his cronies discussing their defeat as HD DVD supporters by Blu-Ray.

Well, that's the problem with simply having a YouTube as a post, I guess. I've been punished for my lack of posting creativity.

And Now For Something Completely Different... From All The Other Stuff That Is Also Also Different.

I saw this movie years ago, and just re-visited it. It's still awesome. It made me happy, and I'm afraid I won't make my post quota for November, so here's some YouTube clips from it.

And Now For Something Completely... Earie?

This dude had an ear grafted on to his arm in the name of art. Ear. On his arm.

I'm totally not making this up.

Human ear. Grafted. On human arm. Art.

Urg.

I want eyes on my fingers. Oohh! Gills! I want gills!

An Ode To Having Nothing To Say, Deuce

And... I love this video and have a jealous hatred of this guy.

Where the Hell Is Matt

An Ode To Having Nothing To Say

Good Day, And Good Luck. To Me.

Hooo weee! Keith Olbermann is this month's Stephen Colbert, this decade's Edward R. Murrow. Of course that's easy to say, and it's been said a lot. As a matter of fact, Mr. Olbermann even paraphrases Mr. Murrow's tagline from time to time. But it's justified... read his most recent awesome comment. There's even a link there where you can download the video segment. (Thanks, GoDrex!) ITMFA!!
So, I am going up North! If I don't post for a few days, don't worry. If I don't post after a week goes by, panic.

In Which I Skirt The Issue Of What Today Is The Anniversary Of

So some of you may have noticed that my posts seem to be deteriorating into ranty madness, lately. Well, I didn't really notice it myself until just this morning, and I'd like to continue ignoring that fact, because I'm not sure I'm really ready to confront the state of my mental balance just now. I mean, I knew, but I didn't see it as a downward spiralling pattern until today. I blame my inactive, caravan-dwelling lifestyle. It's been well over six months since I left the 600 man camp to come here and... subsist. Remember way back not long after I first came to the GBG camp when I said that there was a guy who was locked in his room as an experiment with no windows or clocks, and was given irregular meal times so that he wouldn't have any idea what was going on outside of his room? And how when the experiment was finished he came out all twitchy and wore two watches on each wrist for the rest of his life? Yeah... gettin' there. I also blame Dave Eggers and Mara Leveritt. I blame Mara because of that book I just finished reading... you know the one. Don't get me started on that crazy injustice again. I'm not really being toungue-in-cheek about that... Likely I'll be very angry about the ignorant West Memphis legal hicks for the rest of my life. They make an excellent focal point for impotent, outraged righteous wrath. Moving on; I blame Dave because right before 'Devil's Knot', I'd read 'A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius' by him, and he's got a loopy, self-conscious writing style which of course, combined with West Mephis Wrath, put me in the right frame of mind for loopy, self-conscious rants. So, I'm stepping out of it for just this minute in order to ask you not to tell the crazy person that he's trying to lick his elbow. Don't let on that you know he's out of control, it may only encourage him. And, whatever you do, don't stare him directly in the eyes... that can really backfire on you.
So, I was in the PX yesterday, and they were playing 'United 93' on the display TVs. The scene where the highjackers went from quiet passengers to taking over the plane came on, and everybody in the store, soldiers, contractors, cashiers, Iraqis; they all just kind of stopped what they were doing and watched with the fascinated revulsion that we all are familiar with when re-experiencing those events. It was weird.

Happy Antichristmas!

(P.S. - Go see the best sign yet of Satan's presence among us!)

Here's a picture comparison in honor of the day we all know and love as Antichristmas, which only comes along once in a hundred years. Is George Bush the one we've all been waiting for? Are we living in the lucky century? Here's a site with proof of his presence among us! Don't be a mensch with Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia! Embrace your inner Baphomet and give George a hug! Don't forget to hang your black stockings over your oiltank, as Santa Bushie will be driving his SUV by with tax refund checks for everyone! Hail Satan.

Jingle Jangle

Remember the old Pepsodent jingle?
"You'll wonder where the yellow went,
when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent."
Time for a 21st century update:
"You'll wonder where the billions went,
when you elect George Bush your president."

- From an article which also mentions my incarcerated boss.