This 'Allowe'en, Meredith gave me the catchy and irreprehensible Glaucoma Hymn.

The Ghost Whisperer is a very stupid show. Every time I watch it, I'm crying by the end. Stupid show.

You can play a nice drinking game with this show, though: every time Melinda (Jennifer Love Hewitt) blinks more than three times in rapid succession, take a drink. Every time Melinda expresses sympathy by pouting demurely, take a drink. Everytime Melinda smiles and looks away when paid a compliment, take a drink. I gaurantee you'll be smashed ten minutes into the show.

Still, you have to hand it to whomever thought up the best way to get guys to watch a "chick show" (much less one that is one of the Parents' Television Counsel's top-10 picks) is to put Jennifer Love Hewitt in either a bra, nightgown, or extremely low-cut evening dress at least four times per episode.

Whoa. Buzzkill.

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

The Curt Jester is funny as ever.

I can't wait until I retire. Of course when I retire I'll probably have to go work in the Naqahdah mines or something....

Okay, so Jackie and I watched this PBS Independent Lens P-Funk Documentary a couple of weekends ago. It was a very good documentary, focusing as much on the music as the (drug) culture of the group. Too bad it's not available on video (yet?). Anyway, watching this is partly what got me going on my new band/musical-movement/etc. project.

Be sure you leave some love in the comboxes on Katelyn Sills' weblog. Her moms stood up to whitey (i.e. the liberal intelligencia which usually populate these supposedly Catholic institutiions) and got a pro-abortion teacher removed from that Catholic school in Cali and now Katelyn is feeling the heat.

That 'blog rocks overall anyway but that Side Menu thing is freaking me out though.

Okay. How come nobody told me that the Stevie Wonder album I've been waiting 18 months for just came out? Thanks a lot, guys.

As it is, I think it's a shame that no shipping and handling robot could ever fully appreciate the juxtapositioning of the two other items in my order (to get the free shipping, y'all):

"If You Really Loved Me: 100 Questions on Dating, Relationships and Sexual Purity"
Jason Evert; Paperback; $8.79

"The Electric Spanking of War Babies"
Funkadelic; Audio CD; $11.98

Awesome viral marketing 'blog.

You have to go back to the January archives to fully appreciate the setup on this one. And if you can tell me what they're marketing, I'll give you a Slushie.

Yay! I just started a new band/world-changing musical movement/get-rich quick scheme. Unfortunately I don't have much more than a name at this point and a concept (of course), but that's further than I usually get these days (oh, and I registered a domain name, too, so you know I'm serious). Watch this space for developments.

And belated congrats to Britain and Abbey, the card is in the mail. Or will be shortly.

Having a cold is no fun (you'd think with all the zinc and vitamin C I take, and with my obsessive wiping down of every surface at work with disinfectant wipes and never opening a door without using a paper towel I wouldn't get sick, but I guess I shouldn't underestimate those airborne virii or the fact that I work in a big open room with 40 other people with recirculated air), but since you're stuck on the couch, you might as well play SOCOM 3. That's a mighty fun game. But I didn't realize that Shadow of the Colossus was going to be out this month, too, or I may have gotten that instead. Oh, well.

This is the funniest thing I've read in probably two weeks.

Yes, the carpet bombing of the Smurf village was long overdue. I just never thought Unicef would bring this particular fantasy of mine to life in such a graphic way (probably only one of my readers remembers my wonderfully juicy "Smurfhunter" short story from high school -- yes, inspired by HeroMUD). Unfortunately, the best video of this ad I can find is here. Here's more better video.

I don't know. The video just doesn't seem to do justice to the occasion, for some reason.

Oh and watch this space because soon I'll be posting one sentence reviews of all the new shows that came out this year of which we've happened to catch an episode or two.

Barb Nicolosi breaks 'blog silence to report her impressions from an early screening of The Lion, The Witch, Et Cetera.

And it sounds goooooooooooood. I really hope they managed to work Warwick Davis into it somehow, or -- dare to dream beyond all limits of reason -- Tom Baker, but I'll survive if they didn't.

Okay, it's been posted everywhere, but just to show I'm still a 'blogger:

Harriet Miers' 'blog

One of these days, Hisrich. When you least expect it. Possibly in your sleep...

Seriously. My glasses are not enormous... are they?

If the Bennett thing has shown us anything it's that the true American pasttime is making yourself busy being more offended than anyone else (yes, it's official: it's has replaced listening to New Orleanders complain about the weather).

Lest any of us forget that America is, having been founded by Puritans, still a very Purityrannical nation. Nothing none of us didn't already know, but it's still so sad that the thought police (or rather "thought-experiement" police) are still out in such force.

Itty-bitty Mini Reviews

Robots: amazing animation, truly amazing animation, and fairly-cool production design courtesy of Rolie Polie Olie (who thankfully did not write the story, because William Joyce can not write worth crap), but a rather clunky story and, I think due to casting more than anything else, somewhat dull characters.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: didn't expect much from this one, due to tepid reviews all around, but we wound up really enjoying this. It grabs you with the opening musical number and yeah, the story kind of goes down some dead ends, but overall there's enough there to make this enjoyable and worth watching again, which we will someday.

Go Fish (the band): if Rockapella and Take 6 ever got together and made babies, those babies would sound a lot like Go Fish when they grew up. My wife heard these guys in Texas when she was there for the Mothers of Preschoolers convention, and they're actually quite good... you know, for kids! And for adults too. Again: derivative of Take 6 in terms of the harmonies (good thing you can't trademark harmonies), but thoroughly enjoyable and, perhaps best of all, a little twisted.

Capcom Arcade Classics: easily the best of the whole retro-compilations to date, at least as far as I'm concerned. These are the games I cut my teeth on and, despite some obvious omissions, there's enough here to keep me busy for a very long time. Cool unlockables too.

Isaiah sings the Wild Grape Blues, courtesy of RAC.

I wish the music at our Church was this tolerable.