When I grow up, I want to be a "stunt veggie"

Not really, but the phrase cracks me up.

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's Gmail Inbox

From Maxim, so don't feel you have to view the source if you don't like that sort of thing.

Much needed comic relief

If that doesn't make you laugh, you're probably a fascist.

...and this is with Paul Ryan bringing up the average

"Upcycling", before it had a smarmy trendy moniker

I hate the word "upcycle."



I need outbuildings.

PSA

Don't forget! Hour of Power is this Saturday!



Graphic from The PeoplesCube, who recycle their tips from last year. Tim Blair has a roundup of world events: "For some reason, Chicago’s South Side isn’t often mentioned in Earth Hour previews."

Don't forget to call the pizza guy before the Hour begins. May as well make your meaningless hypocritical gesture in comfort. I guess that's why they do it close to an equinox and not in the dead of summer/winter...wait, you don't have to turn off your air conditioner, just your lights. Hell, this year you don't even have to make the supreme sacrifice of turning off your computer. Don't forget to tell your Facebook friends you're sitting in the dark by yourself because you care!

I'll be ironing some fabric while watching a DVD (which is probably what I'd be doing anyway), and baking cookies (with evil non-locally-grown chocolate!). I could drive around the east side noticing that none of the yuppie-hippie types have shut off their outdoor security lighting, but then I wouldn't get fresh cookies. My priorities are in order.

Heh.

I got a call today from a staffing organization named after the protagonist of an Ayn Rand novel gaining new relevance in 2009. OK, he was a genius electromechanical engineer. But I really don't see him accepting an hourly rate to make money for some corporation for 6-12 months, with or without an option to go full-time upon completion of his contract. I admit to skimming through the 60-page monologue after the first five or six pages, but I think he'd already made his point...

They're a "certified woman-owned business." I'm trying to figure out why the practice of governments differentiating "women-owned" businesses irritates me. Perhaps because I resent being seen as a va-jay-jay to meet an affirmative-action quota rather than as a competent candidate, so I don't appreciate the world being encouraged to view me in that fashion with an official government seal of approval.

(Contra other women, I've never liked Brad Pitt, either.)

OK, back to the phones. Just got a good laugh out of it: professionals are talking about "going Galt" to avoid Pelosi-Obama's tax hikes on wages and businesses, and this "Galt" wants earn business income hooking me up with work (in one of those high-tax high-government coastal states I'm told is superior to any state in the Midwest...not that desperate yet). Bizzaro World.

Heh.

In which I ♥ the PeoplesCube

I haven't laughed this hard in I don't know how long. Thank you!

Heart-rending tales of woe

The average cost of a wedding fell $6,000 last year as brides confronted a deepening recession.

Heart-rending tales of woe. Can no longer drop a week's salary on a purse! Realized she wasn't really a Disney Princess! Paid $900 for a dress, which was the same as a prom dress! ($900 for a prom dress?!) I've never been to a wedding where the run-of-the-mill guests weren't served sheet cake...

I suspect if the economy was good, they'd be recycling the "your wedding is bad for the planet!" theme. Out-of-town relatives emit evil carbon dioxide, honeymoon travel is selfish, fresh flowers take food out of the mouths of Third World babies, etc.

Taking a break from making calls about my stolen identity

If I was working, I would totally buy the Obama Playing Cards from the PeoplesCube.



Maybe someday...

(Frightening that Saul Alinsky looks a little like Lombardi when you flatten him into two colors.)

Heh.

Ow.

The Endive

Headline: 'Doomsday Machine' Might Indeed Destroy World
Riff: Otherwise, it'd be a pretty crappy 'Doomsday Machine.'

I will tell the story of Obamacles through my scribe Iowahawk.
But this poem is copyrighted, so reproduce at your peril.

(Yeah, I have to deal with this internet crush on Iowahawk. Maybe if I keep reminding myself he's a stinkin' Hawkeye...)

I enjoy Frazz.

Why I ♥ Jonah Goldberg

And that was all she wrote for Reid, who by next week should be on all fours like Kevin Bacon in Animal House, shouting, “Thank you sir! May I have another?” as Burris paddles him.

Necessitates extra brain bleach, but my screen got a good cleaning.

Winter emergency advice

Mark Steyn had some weather in NH recently:

We huddled around one of my Democrat neighbors whose incandescent rage at Bush for not doing anything!!!!! kept us warm.

And then a light bulb went off in my head: Keep a spare moonbat in your trunk in case you get stranded in the single-digit weather. In a different box than the emergency M&Ms, of course.

Finally, they're good for something.

Heh.

Bad day at work?

Could be worse (link probably not safe for work/children/public areas).

Nice logo.

(At the risk of boring peoples by posting about my life, I have to ask: should I be concerned that my boyfriend is looking at pictures of naked guys on the Internets and showing them to me?)