One of the guys who created this very funny video (Ben Sinclair) just emailed the link to us and said they recorded it on the same day as the outdoor Grizzly Bear show in Williamsburg this summer. I was there, but I didn’t hear any scuttlebutt about a suave naked dancing man running around the streets. If I had, I would have asked, “What in the hell is HumboldtBlue doing in Brooklyn?”
(No, I didn’t see Beyonce or Jay-Z either, but I did shake Chucky Schumer’s hand.)
I used to read the Rolling Stone, when I was too young to realize their inability to interview artists like Rush and Joe Satriani spoke volumes about the problem, and there would be four star reviews for rappers.
Ha ha! Rush and Joe Satriani! Italicized because they are the best that caucasian music ever had to offer! And “the” Rolling Stone ignored them! Smitty, you are a white person!
Good news, winos! Now you can pitch that bottle of ripple and roll into the gutter with a fine pinot noir:
The law of supply and demand has reached the world’s vineyards, tipping wine prices in consumers’ favor.
Pali Wine Co., a small California Pinot Noir producer which started out selling wines for $40, $50 and $60 a bottle in 2005, found itself with cases left from its 2006 crush even as it was bottling its 2007 production.
Most of its Pinot Noirs will now be sold for $19 a bottle.
So a friend told me about this cheesecake recipe that not only produces a great-tasting cheesecake but contains instructions that allegedly banish the pesky cheesecake cracking problem forever! You just leave it in the oven to cool, and no cracks—guaranteed! Only mine has the Grand Fucking Canyon right down the middle. Oh well. As long as it tastes good, I don’t give a damn.
Sweet weepin’ Jeebus with a flyswatter, check out this spider crawling up and down the Pope:
I think it crawled over his actual head at one point (damn the AP camera for cutting away). Did he know it was there and thus display a preternatural ability to ignore pests like spiders, roaches, ants and pedophiles? Or would he have shrieked comically, ripped off his silken white beanie and trampled it beneath his red Prada pumps if he had realized an actual spider was on him? I guess we’ll never know.
If you ever see me even imply that I have the slightest inkling of what a rape victim can emotionally handle when it comes to pursuing the capture and/or prosecution of her attacker, please punch me swiftly and with great gusto right in my man area.
The image above was grabbed last night from Facebook by a very old and good blogging friend of mine, GottaLaff. You’ll notice its a poll that gives the voter some options regarding Obama’s life. Laffy immediately grabbed a screenshot and then called the Secret Service.
Since then, Laffy’s work has been cited by numerous media outlets and blogs, mostly without attribution. NPR, CNN, Bob Cesca, Alan Colmes and WaPo, among others, gave her some credit. The Secret Service called and thanked her. Facebook not only pulled the poll, but the poll app itself. The poll app developer (not the moron that wrote the actual poll), Jesse Farmer, threw a hissy fit and gave the standard response of “hey, I’m not responsible for content.
So, here’s to you, Ms. GottaLaff. Welcome to the Vast Left Wing Conspiracy.
Both make exceedingly illogical and convoluted arguments to bolster their offal-flecked partisan bottomfeeding (surprise!). Hedgecock focuses blame on those unsavory Mexicans and, yes, the Sierra Club for not only Sparkman’s murder but also the recent California wildfires, while Riehl wonders aloud (because he’s a fucking dick) if Sparkman could have been the victim of a “revenge killing” because he “gravitate[d] toward children” as a teacher and a Boy Scout leader. What’s next? Will a desperate wingnut blame the murder on one of Obama’s death panels? Or will there be reports from the savvy citizen journalists in the nuttersphere that Maude Hurd was seen in Clay County, KY on the 12th?
If you see examples of more loathsome rightwing speculation about Bill Sparkman’s murder, please drop a link in the comments. I’m guessing the inanity won’t stop with Hedgecock and Riehl.
UPDATE: Good christ, “citizen journalist” Robert Stacy McCain, who approvingly linked to both posts highlighted above, is on his way to Clay County, raiding continental breakfasts along the way and using it as a fundraiser. (p.s. Make note of the second commenter on McCain’s post. Obots everywhere must apologize for ruining her party.)
The members of this inappropriately-named, mostly-Bay Area band allegedly met in a police holding cell and from the mid-90’s to 2003 they released some hugely underrated whispery ‘n’ weird indie strum, including two now-out-of-print albums on Matador. My lovely wife Chris is featured in this music video from their second and best album Baby Loves a Funny Bunny (packaged in an oversized matchbook), which you can still get directly from the band. Highly recommended. Enjoy.
"[W]e wholeheartedly endorse the excellent Rumproast blog" -- Jim Newell, Wonkette
"Mind you, don’t let yourself be trapped dialoging with these guys: truth is their enemy; pyschological warfare and misinformation dissemination is their profession." -- TeaParty.org
