Wow. This is dagblog, huh? I don't even recognize the place. Readership is flourishing, the pace of posts is snowballing. Frightening dagger logo be damned, it even looks like an official bloggy thingy now.
Oh man. I used to love weddings. I really did. I thought they were fun affairs where you got to see family and friends, drink and dance, and just have a good ole time. Plus, when I was single, I almost always got lucky at weddings - something in the air lends itself to sex and romance I guess.
So i always thought I wanted a big wedding because then it's all the good things about weddings but you're the center of attention and getting all the gifts!! What's not to love?
A couple of weeks ago, I went to see Regina Spektor perform at the Beacon Theater in NYC's Upper West Side, courtesy of a gift from the soon-to-be-Mrs. Deadman.
What a disappointment.
I really like Ms. Spektor, could listen to her breakthrough album 'Begin to Hope' over and over again. But her live performance was uninspired and pretty boring, to be frank. Spektor just wasn't connecting to the audience and it really put a damper on the evening.
Michael Jackson dead?? That's what the LA Times and AP are reporting, anyway (CNN hasn't yet confirmed). Unbelievable.
Earlier today, my brother was bemoaning Farrah Fawcett's death, trying to come to grips with the loss of his most common inspiration for those special, intimate teenage moments. (I kind of remember Charlie's Angels and thinking of Farrah as a sexy broad, but she was a bit before my prime mastubatory years).
Michael Jackson, however, was kind of like my Beatles. So I'm in shock, and surprisingly sad to learn of his premature death.
OK, so I didnt find a way to scrounge up an Inauguration ticket. I'm certainly not going to spend one of the most beautiful and meaningful weeks in recent memory being bitter. At least A-man and the Big O are making me feel like I'm there with their insanely comprehensive coverage (although how about a little more multimedia please!). In the meantime, as my own little contribution to the week's festivities, I hereby offer up a special Inauguration version of my Questions column. Now these are no fun without reader participation, so you need to contribute by answering!
So earlier this week, we discovered that several daggers - perhaps even a majority - do not believe Curb Your Enthusiasm is funny. One of my co-bloggers was perhaps the most strident of the Curb-haters, calling the show 'an atrocity' and Larry David the 'least funny on-screen performer ever given a screen on which to perform.' This made Mortimus mad, and trust me, you won't like Mortimus when he's angry (I've put the big green guy on tilt at poker several times and barely survived to tell the tale).
Partly inspired by Prophet and his ongoing top 10 albums of 2008 series, and partly because I'm otherwise uninspired, I've decided to take a different tact for this week's questions: I am going to press shuffle on my IPod Nano and create a question somehow related to each of the first 10 songs that come up. I will also be giving some very quick commentary on the songs.
I am uncertain how well this process will lend itself to thought-provoking questions, and I will certainly be risking great personal embarrassment by exposing my music collection to the dagworld at large.
Since I'm home for the Thanksgiving weekend, I figured I'd compose a bunch of questions relating to childhood and hometowns. Many of these assume you have parents who are still alive and a 'normal' upbringing (you know, nuclear family and all), so please accept my apologies if this isn't the case and feel free to adjust the question if at all possible (by going back in time or thinking about your own children perhaps) to fit your situation.
Not to steal any of the Dead One's thunder, but I'm going to do my own thing here with some questions that are on my mind. There won't be ten of them, but rather the exact number that are on my mind at the time. I also don't expect any answers. Consider them rhetorical if you wish or offer your thoughts. It's up to you. Here goes.
Because on this question column, we try out Genghis's proposed suggestion to write the full questions in the comments section to make it even easier for you to answer them ... Also, I was eating bitter herbs while I wrote this ... Man-eesh Ta-Na ...
Do conservatives read liberal blogs (I suppose this one qualifies) with as much disdain and condescension as I feel when I read right-wing blogs (hotair.com makes me wanna throw things every time I read it). For some reason, I feel like even the most liberal of blogs at least acknowledge the other side may have something of value to offer.
What is Genghis (not to mention SarahPalinGrrrrl) going to talk about after Nov. 4 (OK, I'll give them a week of post-game analysis posts, but what then)??
These are some real jerks that have no clue about nutrition. I bet half of them can't even program their ovens to come on.
Correction and edited:
Wisconsin did pass a bill Assembly Bill 177 but it required that they spend 2/3 of their benefits on foodstuff designated by the state as nutritional items. They only banned the purchase of shell fish.
This still makes it difficult to shop. It is really hard to stretch SNAP and this just makes it more complected. I would think that the allowance would not reach as well with this restriction.
Putin says Islamists are all the same, terrorists. We support Syrian Islamist rebels because Saudi Arabia supports them. Gut feeling: Saudi supported Islamists like al Nusra will cut a deal with ISIS before fighting and dying for Western style secular democracy. That may be a no-brainer. Obama (and McCain/GOP War Hawks): Better a Russian backed secular state than a Saudi backed Islamic state in Syria.
As you're probably beginning to notice, the singular momentum of the universe is one of moving from simplicity and chaos toward complexity and order. It's a very weird thing and perhaps the most intriguing thing about this place. There are people who think that all this happened by chance. Those people are called atheists. And there are people who think that there's some sort of being that made all this stuff and who is guiding it. They're called theists. Curiously it's mostly the theists who disbelieve all this business we've covered so far, even though, if you wanted to prove that the great being existed, the best place to look would be this weird desire the universe has for self-improvement.
"The Jeb Bush tax plan on steroids". Only way to do this and not bankrupt the country is to slash Social Security, although even that may not work. And the Trump War Plan is likely going to be the Bush plan on steroids also. "Even the hedge fund managers Mr. Trump has railed against on the stump would get a tax cut under his plan...." Call it the Donald Deficit Explosion Tax Cut Giveaway Act. Like any sociopath, Donald Trump will tell people what they want to hear, and then do what he wants to do.