scary for real

this really is shiver-inducing:

Jonestown

kerry - not a treat

kerry is a dildo. what a stupid, elitist comment he made, and at such an opportune time!

argh.

happy halloween

dick was too obvious. boo!

public service announcement

...i don't know if this is true, but i heard through the grapevine that absentee voters in california should be sure to place appropriate postage when mailing their ballots.

even though the supplied envelope states 'place stamp here' -- singular -- apparently, a single 39 cents stamp will not be sufficient postage needed to deliver the ballot. and, any ballots received without sufficient postage will, allegedly, not be counted.

i don't know if this is true and hesitated to bring it up, but i'll be damned if my vote isn't going to count this go-round, so we're putting extra postage on our little envelope of democratic goodness, just to be safe.

island time

i'm back, and on four luxurious hours of sleep in a delta coach class seat, unclean and oh-so-stale smelling (me AND the seat, bah dum dum).

more to come on the trip that was, but in the meantime....clown meat!

anyone got any creme rinse up in here?

tiny bubbles

hawaii, here we come. but first, 14 hours in las vegas for a fifteen minute presentation. oh, and a six hour roundtrip drive to palm springs and back to drop off the little hairy ones. life is sometimes -- how you say -- absurd?

of course, as with any vacation we have ever taken, a natural disaster has to befall our destination before, during, or immediately after. for example, a trip to puerto rico once was nearly postponed as we waited for news of whether a hurricane would prevent us from landing. also: last trip to hawaii, a hurricane was headed straight for our hotel -- necessitating the removal of all deck furniture from our balcony and forcing dread-filled contemplation of the announced evacuation to the 'ballroom' and its promise of endless hours of movie watching and tot-avoiding -- but narrowly missed us. peru last year: a landslide displaces the train tracks to macchu piccu two hours after we traveled out of there, stranding those who remained in town for three days of chaos.

so, we are going to hawaii, as long as something doesn't keep us from it between now and then. however, while there, i will buy some extra water, batteries, and foodstuffs while keeping the gas tank filled and the car parked in the direction of the nearest high ground in the event that a tsunami suddenly appears. also, i will fortify myself with spirits, because i must.

in other news, i am walking again without aid, my physical therapist says it is a miracle, and i played 18 holes of golf this weekend without incident. praise! however, i will not be taking a planned donkey ride down a cliff as i hear aftershocks and cliffs and donkeys don't go together.

it's ok...it's the blind people's idea!

in re: to today's previous post: ok, i guess i feel a little bit better, but i'm still not going.

'Dining in the Dark' gives sighted diners taste of the blind life

stranger than fiction

angeleno magazine is a big, glossy, tabloid-sized lifestyle mag all about los angeles and the fascinating people who live here (all seemingly possessed of blindingly white teeth, but that's another post for another time).

so, i'm perusing the 'culinary arts calendar' section for october and come across this item:

Opaque: Dining in the Dark Saturdays at the Hyatt West Hollywood

A three course meal for $99 is served in a total blackout, allowing you to completely immerse yourself in your palate. Food is served by blind or sight-impaired waitstaff.

um............

such a performer, and every ounce a lady

from the AP:

The most riveting moment of Barbra Streisand's Madison Square Garden concert was one of the only unscripted ones.

Streisand endured jeers as she interjected a political skit into Monday night's show, exchanging zingers with a celebrity impersonator playing George Bush as a bumbling idiot.

Though most of the crowd offered polite applause during the slightly humorous routine, it went on a bit too long, especially for those who just wanted to hear Streisand sing.

"Come on, be polite!" the well-known liberal implored. But one heckler wouldn't let up. And finally, Streisand let him have it.

"Shut the (expletive) up!" Streisand bellowed, drawing wild applause. "Shut up if you can't take a joke!"

With that one F-word, the jeers ended. And the message was delivered — no one gets away with trying to upstage Barbra Streisand, especially not in her hometown.

bad blogger

i love blogging, but life gets in the way, and it's been getting in the way mas grande as of late. i will be back with a post of epic proportions soonish, but in the meantime, look away if you are very hungry: