Oh, Mr. Dean. You had me at hello. And I’m all for enthusiasm. But you never want your campaign trail to resemble this.

The link from Czelticgirl. The astute and moving commentary from one of our fallen heroes.

Strangely compelling. I found it impossible to stop watching until the end. Luckily, I was rewarded when he really started to work that mic.

Other people who should apologize for not knowing better:
William Shatner
Leonard Nimoy
David “Michael Knight” Hasselhoff
Don Johnson
Patrick Swayze
Eddie Murphy
Leonard Nimoy (again)

I will forgive if they will just apologize. I’m not reposting the Leonard Nimoy link, either. This site will not be a plague rat for memes.

Today, Czelticgirl was having difficulty deciding what to eat for lunch.

CG: I know it sounds weird, but I could really go for a nice, crunchy, tasty casserole. But, there’s no place around here where I can get something like that. It’s not like there’s a Casseroles ‘r’ Us or something.

Me: That could be your new business. Or, ooo, maybe the McCasserole! Of course, people wouldn’t separate those first two syllables, and that doesn’t sound terribly appetizing all slurred together like that.

Think about it, say it out loud. It will come to you.

Randy “Macho Man” Savage stands clear as the voice of our generation, an American treasure not to be discounted. When he sings “Don’t be a punk, Hogan,” how can one not hearken back to Thoreau’s “Civil Disobedience” and its lightning-strike criticism of societal constructs?

Stand aside, Mr. O’Reilly. Warm up your justice machine, Ashcroft. Put down your microphone, Eminem. Hulkamania, like McCarthyism, will stand the test of time only as a shameful mistake in our history. There is a new glittering star shining a harsh, revealing light on the ills of our society, and his music will be the anthem to which all Americans will march proudly into the future.

On my way home from Racine last night, I noted that the local Ground Round had those stick-on letters in a slightly off-kilter way enticing all passersby to “Join [them] for Sweetest Day”.

I’m not sure if this was an ominous warning to men who thought that (if they remember the Hallmark Holiday at all) Ground Round was even an option how exactly they would be leaving the restaurant (i.e. partially digested after being ground into “round”), or if it were more a message to cannibals who know that the sweetest meat comes from a loved one.

Either way, it was bizarre. World Cafe on NPR throws my mind into strange dimensions, it would seem.

I’m totally with this, but it’s almost too obvious a viewpoint to be on a T-shirt. Somebody will wear it. Maybe Jesus.

from stuct.com, the younger cousin of T-shirt Hell (my personal costumer), who totally smoked a cigarette once.

No skill at poetry? Can’t ballroom dance? Still want to woo that perfect lady? Why not send a cow to Ethiopia?

The brilliant Seanbaby researches advice for those whose romantic wellspring has dried up. Or more likely in this case, been poisoned by some dastardly fellow.

In a coincidence that would no doubt please the master of the hoary nether regions who allows Jack Black to rock so hard, School of Rock currently has 666 votes on imdb.

I used to be a single match,
strike me and I burn a bit.
Now I’m an Aim-N-Flame,
and if you pull my trigger,
I’ll burn down your house.

Most-honoured Girlfriend wrote that in high school. I rather like it.

And then something like this comes along and you realize that life is worth the effort you put into it. Devotion. Passion. It’s what it’s all about, ihn’t it?