Saturday, August 30, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
The First of Many
Joe Biden is a real turd of a VP candidate, and I couldn't be more happy about it. All the video of Obama and him ripping each other over the Democratic nomination will be great fun, but this, and all of the other fun stuff we'll be seeing soon about him, is even better.
Somebody Pissed off God, Apparently
Why else would she get struck by lightning as she filmed a storm? Link from Pajiba.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
What. The. Hell.
I don't even know how to describe this. Some links on the page are not work safe, probably, but the page itself is inoffensive. The video is extremely weird but interesting.
Monday, August 18, 2008
It Doesn't Get Much Sadder
I consider Theodore Dalrymple one of the best writers and thinkers in the world today, and this column of his is shocking, chilling, and dead right in a number of ways. As in most of his work, he manages to opine on moral decay in a non-preachy, even non-judgmental way. Read it and weep, it's nasty medicine but damn good for you.
Link from Instapundit.
Link from Instapundit.
I Think I'm in Love
Wow are these just beyond sexy. Especially number 5, I'd get medieval on that bizzlebazzle. Totally work safe.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Sweet Zoo Train Girl
Friday, August 15, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Bathing Beauty

Even Fred seems to like it better than the last place, although he had a large fenced yard there. That probably has something to do with the fact that we actually take him for walks here instead of just putting him out back in the yard like we used to, not to mention the presence of rabbits, deer and God knows what else around the grounds. We came across an enormous buck last night right before bedtime, and Fred took off after it as I got ready to run the other way. That thing was huge and it made a scary noise right before I saw it, and I've been reading a horror book called Terror about a giant demonic Polar bear that eats a bunch of Antarctic explorers in the 1800s. I was ready to sprint up the stairs and leave Fred to be eaten if need be. Sorry, Fred.
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