Mmm…Raspberries & Creme. I love flavored coffee. It makes my sugar-free life worth living. On with the show!
- I got a tumblr. And my name on there is Crumpette. You see, I’m about to marry a guy whose last name is Crumpler and who has been called Crumpy by one and all for a long time now. So, naturally, I’m Crumpette, right? He warned me that the name might stick if I’m not careful. It’s not any worse than being called Lizard Breath by your older cousins when you are 4-years-old and sensitive to things like that.
- Robyn Hitchcock is talking about making a Magnum Force (the sequel to Dirty Harry) musical. I ran into this piece of news somewhere else and then Brett wrote something on it and I had to link you all to his post. In it he points out a very serious flaw. I don’t know if that was on the part of the person who did the write-up on Broadway.com or Robyn Hitchcock–”an admitted Magnum Force obsessive.”
- Scientology Incorporated by Tim Slagle
- Thomas Jeffries brings up some great points about worship songs in Modern Worship: It’s All About Me.
- In case you missed it (it was buried beneath a lot of things in the news) — “It seems the era of Hope is to be inaugurated with a slaughter of the innocents.”
- Fireproof is now out on DVD. Go buy!
- Not really sure what to make of Obama’s comments about Robert E. Lee at the Alfalfa Club Dinner.
- Now, more than ever, I believe that John McCain never wanted or intended to be president.
- Lincoln. King. Obama? Please.
- We’ve gone back to the 70s.
So I’m thinking we’ll have the following scenario in about four years:
1. A Western governor who is incredibly enthusiastic and telegenic runs for President.
2. This governor is tough, athletic, very happily married, loves the outdoors, and makes everyone feel good after an administration that bumbles its way through a single-term fiasco.
3. The governor gets elected despite huge, active opposition from the supposedly neutral media, and the seemingly impossible occurs — the economy turns around, and a major bloc of America’s enemies fall like dominoes and freedom prospers in places where it formerly seemed impossible.
Anybody remember Ronald Reagan?
Okay, can you think of a Western governor with a two-syllable first name whose two-syllable last name rhymes with Reagan?
Supposedly, the Mayan calendar runs out in 2012 (so much for vision from those guys) and correlates with a Hindu prophecy from Lord Krishna that says we will enter a Golden Age on Earth. Can you hear a sitar playing? (Shut up, it’s a better idea than Edgar Cayce or $cientology or The Presidential Pledge.)
Sounds good to me, you betchas.
- Explain this to me–why is our president carrying around a monkey god in his pocket?