New for me, anyway. I saw these pictures at Beer.com and wondered "who the heck is Divini Rae?" Since I no longer read (ahem) Playboy, I had reason to recognize her before. Consider her recognized now.
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I just checked my Sitemeter log, something that I rarely do because it's freakishly depressing. I noticed the average number of visits was way up - for me- and I checked the past seven days. Turns out that my traffic tripled on Saturday? WTF?! I didn't actually post anything over the weekend. Hmm. Maybe that's the secret for me. Anyway, since I don't pay for the Sitemeter premium service, I have no idea what drove people my way this past weekend. If I knew, I'd do it again.
The subject line above fully encapsulates my thoughts on this piece of idiocy linked by the Puppy Blender:
So to stop the Earth from burning up in a CO2 induced conflagration, I should
Is that about right? If I do all these things, Gaia will love me and showers blessings on me and mine?
Let's get one thing clear: Gaia is worth whatever I can extract from her wrinkled, rocky hide, and not one thing more.
I give you the classic Bambi Meets Godzilla:
A guy in my state is up making coffee in his own kitchen at 5:30 a.m. in the buff, but hey, it's his house. Anyway, a woman and her daughter were traipsing across his lawn at that time [ed. note: WTF?] and saw him sans clothes in his own house. So the cops are called. Do they arrest the trespassers/peeping Thomasinas? No, of course not. They arrested the guy for being naked in his house. In their words, "He wanted to be seen."
So it's possible that this guy will get convicted, pay a $2000 fine and spend up to a year in jail. He might even have to register as a sex offender. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this picture?
TMQ, as is its wont, slides into topics other than football and Gregg Easterbrook makes the following observation:
Seniors as a group are the best-off segment of American society. Multimillion-dollar bonuses to bungling bankers are more outrageous than a $250 check, but the total expense of the latter is greater, while in both cases, government is taxing the less-well-off, or borrowing from the young, to hand a giveaway to a politically connected lobbying block. Our new president must learn to pronounce the word "no," or liberalism will be discredited for a generation.
You know, I actually like Matt Damon's work, especially his work in Team America: World Police. That said, his brain is apparently not functional or he has no internal irony meter.
So life is keeping busy right now, but I had to pass this along. Excerpt:
"I've been in the media for a long time, I signed up because I hate this right-wing, knuckle-dragging, imperialist system, and I would gladly sacrifice any number of my fellow Americans to advance my agenda - but this is a dumb war and a rash war," Keith Olbermann of MSNBC told The People's Cube outside a congressional office he visited to demand a government crackdown on dissidents. "Why must we in the field put our reputations on the line when this Congress has the power to simply confiscate Rupert Murdoch's assets and put Beck, Hannity, and Coulter in jail?" he demanded.
Julian Sanchez links to what you'd assume is an April 1 gag column. You'd be wrong, however. In short: a girl gets slipped a date rape drug, comes to in the gutter and calls her "friend" from the hospital. Apparently something good was on TV because this "person" didn't bother to go to the hospital. Something about the bounds of acceptable friendship. Anyway, I'll let Julian respond:
Friendship? Jesus, that’s the minimum I’d do for someone I barely knew in a situation like that. Hell, it’s the minimum I’d do for someone who’d taken some drugs on purpose in an attack of poor judgment. It’s what any remotely decent, adequately socialized person would do. How on earth could you hire someone to whom this isn’t just gobsmackingly obvious to write an advice column about friendship?
James Joyner, from whom I found this story, makes the following comment:
My grad school buddy Wayne, a retired Green Beret, says that men make what he terms Bozeman, Montana friends. We may move across the country and fail to keep in touch but, if we were to get a phone call in the middle of the night from one of them after not hearing from them for three years saying, “I’m in jail in Bozeman, Montana and need you to wire me $2000,” our only question would be about how to get him the funds and we’d be on the phone to Western Union two minutes later.
Cat listening to Hip Hop
Blame Smitty. I know that I do:
Update: Whoops. Forgot to link to Troglopundit as the instigator.
And it's from the fertile mind of Moxie regarding the charisma that Pawlenty exudes:
He has all the impact of dust landing on a down comforter.
Pawlenty strikes me as a decent guy and a reasonably conservative fellow. And I find the possibility of him beating Obama to be somewhat where in the neighborhood of zero. Okay, maybe next door to zero. Okay, in the same house AND sleeping in the same bed.