buildings don't do this. physics doesn't lie, even when everyone else is lying.

kmfdm and nuclear fallout

the absurdity of life offends me

guess i don't know what to say here.

"I Give Up"

I gave up long ago, and this is really just re-barfing (I assume the vomit-themed version of twitter already exists) the Daily Show, but god fucking dammit!
I shall simply express it in the form of a favorite schoolyard rhyme, altered with snark (socialism with Chinese characteristics, Deng xiansheng?).
Obama and Immelt sitting in a tree
F-U-C-king our country
First comes money
Then comes more money
Then there's no money for a ba-by carriage.

  Mein Gott, hilf mir, diese tödliche Liebe zu überleben.

The worst part (nickel each utterance = dinner at French Laundry for Mr. Kalin) is that the "hope" I have for Obama is that he genuinely thinks he's doing the right thing (rather than the outright rape that most other politicians foist upon us). The likelihood that I'll ever vote again is rapidly shrinking asymptotically towards zero. And, no, I didn't vote last time—yayyy, schadenfreude.

Sugar and Stupid

I'm experimenting with monitoring my sugar intake. I went almost four weeks without, and I've been binging for the last week and a half since. I'm feeling the need to get back on or off the wagon as semantics dictate. But I bought some peanut butter filled pretzels which got me thinking, and thinking led to stumbling upon and eventually making these nugs (ah, nugs).

As far as the stupid goes, I still don't understand it. Last night I was playing hold'em on the old lappy 486, and one fella—screen name of headhunter—says to another fella—screen name of trout woodend—is that your real name? Chuckle as needed there. Trout says no. Hunter says, well, do you fish? Trout: no, can't fish to save my life. Finally I ask in Hunter's general direction, do you hunt heads? A few clicks pass. Then he responds that he is a Chelsea Headhunter. So I'm thinking to myself that this guy lines up gallery workers on the left side of Manhattan (network sparkplug fires in my broken brain engine). Then he says to google it. I come back after looking, checking my new hole cards upon my return, and a bit befuddled I type, "Wait, so you're a racist soccer hooligan???" No response, and a couple hands later he leaves the table, off to bash some Pakis or queers or white heterosexuals who cheer for the team 20 Imperial Miles from there. I guess I just don't understand how in a global forum such as an online poker room one would freely offer, and seemingly proudly at that, that one is a worthless piece of fuck. Hmmm. Oh well. Moving on.

 
And speaking of stupid, a word on Libya's history and its relation to today's festivities—literal and figurative (and by figurative, I mean bombs). Plus, I just liked the picture of the Mummster, because it reminded me of el cuñado from my newest favorite jones.

"He's more worthless than the black Thompson Twin"

Oh Ronnie

I find it humorous that it was at Reagan airport yesterday where there was a problem with air traffic control. You sure showed those unions Ron.

And in other zombie president news, Ronnie's dead corpse keeps getting dragged out to the podium to tell us what he would be doing in Libya (and other wars you may have seen on TV). And when the smell of his dead body gets too strong, the Bush gets propped up for how wonderful Iraq is in comparison with Libya.

Today's math lesson:

People don't want to start another war = See, we conservatives are right, Obama is *frothfrothfroth*

I never ever listen to talk radio, but just for kicks I listened to a few minutes of Limbaugh and Hannity, because I was curious how they would be tripping over themselves regarding Libya. Sad. Don't forget to support the troops, fellas.

Instead of Phil Hartman as Reagan, this video of Hartman as Heston (reading Madonna) gets the nod. Fuck you Ron (and Charlton too).

The Plane in Bahrain Falls Mainly on Lybia

First of all, I'm pissed that someone came up with the term "Libyerate" mere hours before I thought of it. But this isn't about me (much). What's the price of Libyeration anyway? It seems to be climbing rapidly. Missiles cost about $1 million each; we've hucked a couple hundred of those so far. The plane that crashed today was $30 million to make (about 40+ in today's dollars), but it sounds like they're going to replace it with a plane that costs about $130 million. The important thing—for me anyway, as a "supporter of the troops"—is that the pilots were rescued. Whew. Good thing we're getting rid of money grubbing unions to pay for all of this.

In unrelated (?) news, do Phillip Anschutz and his "be excellent to each other" ad campaign, backed by his billions, make anyone else nervous?

Again, though, I really have nothing to say. I just wanted a pretext for another face morph, this time inspired by the commander of Libya Dance Party 2K11, Carter Ham (mmmm, ham).


Oh yeah, and today's artistic endeavor (which finally allowed me to use the silkscreen inks I bought 3½ years ago). War is the new black.