In younger days, the weekend was about drinking. Beer, parties, chasing tail. And so to salute the weekend upon us, I present the Lord of the Rings drinking game. Simple rules, which is paramount to any drinking game. And yet the ability have a few is also easily had. Enjoy.
It may not seem like it of late, but this is very much where my head is at right now. Neil Pollack has captured the sentiment of the post 9/11 world fairly accurately. Too much info*Can’t retain details*Information overload has caused disinterest*
Added bonus: A great line about Dan Savage. hahaha. Dan Savage humor is always welcome.
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The John Birch society is alive and well in Lakewood. This is more of the xenophobic attitude that has been percolating lately. This “head-in-the-sand” attitude troubles me.
Get us out of the U.N. and U.N. out of U.S.
I would like us to get out of the United Nations, and get the United Nations out of the U.S. Move it to France, Germany or Italy. Every time France gets in trouble we have to help them – World Wars I and II and French Indochina. We have had our military in South Korea for more than 50 years from Truman’s police action. What has that cost the taxpayer? Now the U.N. wants us to do something about North Korea. I say let China, Japan and South Korea take care of North Korea.
We need to bring all our military home. Let Germany and France take care of Europe and Africa and the oil countries. They think they can do a better job; let them try. We can use our military to keep the Western Hemisphere safe.
Those people who need French wine and cheese can just go to France. I can drink wine from Mesa County and eat fruit from Texas. We can heat our homes and run our cars with natural gas from Colorado and use wind power. Too bad we can’t use all the hot air from Washington and the media – we wouldn’t have to pump oil for 50 years.
I can only imagine this is some grouchy old guy in a lawn chair in front of a manual typewriter, but that would be a sweeping generalization. But regardless, it is disconcerting to hear these 1950s-era phobic statements still so strongly held.
It is really getting out of hand. Are we so desperate a people that war is the absolute only answer to solving our problems. And those against us are to be condemned? Chastised? Embargoed like Cuba? Harper’s Week in Review recently reported “J. Dennis Hastert, the speaker of the House of Representatives, was considering legislation to ban French wine and bottled water ? for “health reasons,” he said. Hastert claimed that some French wine is clarified using cow blood.” It is getting ridiculous. I was going to write a huge diatribe on why focusing on France’s wishes for peace and not war is missing the whole point about what the U.N. is about. I was going to write a whole tantrum on the ability for this country to get behind the hatred of the enemy of the day – but the good folks at Democratic Underground have already done it and have done a deeper and more thoughtful job than I was doing. But please, can we stop the hate and work on something real.
I still need a job.
Cousin Drew, formerly of the fast food McDonalds fame, had never been to a Chipotle before today. We went there for lunch after he experienced some of the fine burrito football sized meals while at work the other day. I found it odd, but shouldn’t have, I guess. I am sure there are other folks who haven’t been there before. Drew was familiar with the concept, having had some of the immensely crafted burritos at Baja Fresh(a wholly owned subsidiary of Wendy’s) but had never gone to the queen mother of all fast food burrito palaces yet. He hasn’t made it to Qdoba yet either, although they also are in the running to become the leader of the rice, bean and burrito crowd after Jack in the Box bought them last year.
Sage wanted to add a few comments to this page, so I tinkered around and came up with the shoutbox feature on the right hand side. I ain’t hip enough on tables yet to change the template enough to add it to the entire right column but it seems to work where it is, as long as I am judicious in my archive thingys. It has a 1,000 character limit and will only show the last six comments on the page, but all of them are archived at my account at shoutbox. It could be fun. We will see.
Leave a note and let me know what you think.
We have had this odd thing going on in our freezer for the last month or so. Somehow, a plastic bag has worked itself into the ice maker. As ice gets knocked out and the machine refills, the bag gets worked farther and farther into the mechanism. So last night I decided to take determined action and fix the thing. For God’s sake, there have been bits of plastic in the ice cubes. When the quality of my chilled beverages becomes affected, it is time to act. So as I attacked the plastic mess with a small Ginsu vegetable knife (chosen for its delicate shape), I accidentally placed my finger under the machine and got a shock/burn that ruined the rest of my day. I am a big fat baby when it comes to burns anyway. I can’t take the pain of any kind of burned flesh. But last night, after fixing the ice machine (that part of the operation was successful) I ended up with a pea-sized blister on my pinky and soaked it on ice all night while watching my stories on television. Ugh! It throbbed until about 1 a.m. For those keeping score at home, I am fine today and have wrapped the burn up to keep from bumping it. But leave it to me to find the only heat source in a freezer – in an ice maker at that! – and actually burn myself.
The headline is from Kevin, paraphrasing a Hunter Thompson term. But has anyone been following this wack job’s latest pre fight crap? He actually hasn’t showed up for his next fight and took time off because of the “Flu” but it may very well be that he took the time off to get a tatto, on his face! What a nut. I genuinely believe he misses being the thug in prison.