Let's each write a movie.

("Racist!") Joke, joke.

Reminds me sorta of that forest scene in Troll

Read this

Quoting from an old Cheech & Chong routine: "Sargent O'Malley and the FBI! Yourrrrrrrrre busted!"

Wanna hate your gummint?

(Psssst Amy:  Girl Scientist story!)

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Now, if you're in a languid, psychologically-nuanced and showbiz-attuned kinda mood on this Saturday afternoon, you might find interest in this thang from Patton Oswalt.

A man of minor comedic gifts, Mr. Oswalt is a simpering weasel of a lefty. Every now and then one of those people is brought to the realization that ours is a risky planet, that you or someone has to earn the blessings that you might receive, and that the problem isn't policy.

While Mr. Oswalt has not achieved that realization, that link locates him at what will probably be the closest approach of his short, stubby lifetime. I believe this nadir presages the understanding that Americans, and surviving modern cultures, will hold for a lifetime of work about fifty years from now, when civilization is back on its feet. Even then, human nature will not allow a majority of people to understand that life it tough and you have to do things you don't want to do.


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And now, I, the Mighty Cridmo, will traverse the world-famous "Sunset Strip" into the Los Angeles neighborhood of Hollywood, wherein I will consume a serving of fast-food mealtime product from a "Chick-Fil-A" restaurant. It's daring excursions like this one into clashing cultures and bad nutrition that have made me an opinion leader on the internet. I'll report later.

I might wimp out. It doesn't look like the kind of place that makes things that belong in your body, even before they opened.

Sisters, you REALLY wanna express your displeasure for a large chain of franchise businesses?

The magnificent JJH5 shows you the way.

Supporters of Chick Fil A boycott suffer another blow...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUmoTOujJ7Q&feature=youtube_gdata_player

So I went by my 'local' Chick-Fil-A. They were doing good business! This place has walk-up windows with several outdoor tables, OK? Every cash register was jumpin'. And the line of cars literally went up the block to threaten eastbound passage of Sunset Boulevard, and that was for TWO lines of auto service! At about three in the afternoon! They're making money over there, I'm sure of it.

They didn't get any of mine though, because it turns out they're selling breaded chicken slices served on a bun. Now, look at my middle-aged belly and know this: I love carbs as much as any man. But breaded chicken in bread is redundant. (I had a burger at Ben Franks on the way home. Fifteen years ago my waitress was a wannabe starlet from Britain; This year she's glad I'm a heavy tipper. You'd not have believed two lips approaching middle age could hold that much lipstick.)

Chick's walk-up crowd didn't look gay, but they didn't look particularly straight, either. Families, soccer and softball teams after the game, etc. Mostly they were the kinda people who like to get some fast food now and then. They weren't trying to express something... Wasn't a political statement or whatever... They made sucking sounds through their straws when the drinky parts of their drinks were gone, and all that was left in their waxed cups was those not-cubed, unchewable chips of ice.

I feel I've let you down! If only there were a work of popular art to describe my experience to you in greater detail. I mean, you WANT to know what it was like for me, don't you? It's important for you to understand the experience I had in Los Angeles on this midsummer afternoon, right? Are you with me on this, people?

The man with the woman head;

Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out, a mixture of Oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter, forming a hard, beetle-like, triangular chin, much like a praying mantis.

Smoky, razor-cut, low-on-the-ear neck profile.

The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand.

Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes, map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint.

He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth, stained from too much opium, chipped from the years.

The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers.

A piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue and knotted into thin white strings.

Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped into a lotus-green ascot.

A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow daks.

Four slender bones with rings and nails endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder.

I could just make out Ace as he carried the tray and mouthed "You cheap son of a bitch" as a straw fell out of a Coke, cartwheeled into the gutter.

So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood...

So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood...

So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood.

> Regarding Nancy Black:

Very good.

It may well be true that the fifth amendment needs extension to account for the human nature of decent & trusting people challenged by typically avaricious government functionaries.

Thoughtful wordings for this amendment will be accepted on this blog or at the email described below.

(I'm more sincerely liberal than every last 
one of you motherfuckers put together, and 
don't you forget it.)

(You people are savages.)

Ever wonder what it's like a when an older guy loses an ancillary hero?

Is it just me or does Zappa have a song for everything in life...?

Almost everything (note author).

We need to pick our heroes carefully.

...But by all means, if anything ever comes up in your life and you need a tune for it, think of me and I'll try to find something in his catalog.

I meant to include this link in the 12:57pm comment, or at least the 6:40pm one.

No blog, especially one appealing to feminine sentiments, can post that link too often.

I don't have responsibility for any children or anyone else on the surface of this planet. But if I did, if I was responsible for another American's thinking, I can't imagine what would be more difficult than giving them a clear view of the magnificence of the Fifth Amendment to the Constitution of the United States:

No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.

Aiiiieeeee.

One hates to be glib, but that Amendment needs to be longer. It needs a link to a YouTube video of George Washington himself look into the camera saying "Fucker, shut the Hell up," with Jesus Christ standing silently over one shoulder and Mohammed looking over the other.

Man, I really bungled that link.

Zappa didn't have a song for everything...