Anything interesting happen while I was out?

We came back home Saturday, both of us sick as dogs. Actually, Monty was rather spry compared to us, and although we both saw and enjoyed Mamma Mia on Broadway earlier in the week, I'm guessing this ain't ABBA fever. Blech.

Hmm. Apparently if election results look like bullshit, you can just have another election. I wonder why we couldn't do it while the Ukraine could...

I'll have turkey with all the trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrimmings...

Not that I've been very mouthy this past week, but we'll be taking off tomorrow to New Jersey to spend some time with the extended fam. I wish all of you a very happy and safe holiday week.

Unless you voted for Bush. Then you can fuck off, terrorist-lover...

Awwww, who's a cute li'l superpower?

I always find it adorable when Russia tries to rattle its rusty sabre. I'm sure our evangelical government is all gooey with excitement at the thought of a potential nuclear holocaust. Don't count on the Russian government to provide us with a competent enemy, though...

"And once again proving we still great power, we unveil new nuclear...oh, мать твою, Ukrainians steal weapon. Чёрт возьми..."

Haloscan, worth every penny...

I see the comments are in a state of fuckedtitude, and not just me. But why bother posting about it, since no one will be able to comment (visibly) about how much that sucks? It reminds me of that Fawlty Towers where Basil is trying to tell a customer to turn on her hearing aid, but she doesn't hear him, so he writes her a note, but she says she can't read it without her glasses, which are on her head, so Basil tries to tell her they're on her head, but she doesn't hear him, so he begins to write her another note, only to stop once he realizes she won't be able to see it, and then goes bananas.

A lot of Fawlty Towers stories end that way...

Are you actually not wasting your time looking at stupid shit on the Internet and hating yourself for it? Well, I've got the cure!

This site gives you reviews for games made for every system since the Atari 2600; if you can find yourself not muttering to the computer about the idiocy of the Megamania review you're a better person than I am...

Easy, stomach...

To Jerry Falwell and the rest of you so-called "pro-family" fundamentalists, this product is the natural result of your beliefs, and one of the best arguments against your ideas becoming national policy.

I warn you, if you look at this, don't blame me if you have the urge to immediately run out, get drunk, and buy the sleaziest porn you can find.

This is not for the faint-hearted.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ...

Get out your Rubik's Cubes and Ataris, kiddies, 'cause everyone favorite anti-fun douchebag is back with a new organization described as "pro-life" and "pro-family".

Strangely enough, though, he seems to be supporting the Republican Party, which as we all know is populated with closeted homosexuals (nothing wrong w/that), perverts(nothing wrong w/that), and guys who pay off girls to have abortions.(um...)

Oh well. Anyhoo, there's a cruise you can take, although being stuck on a cruise ship with a bunch of evangelicals is perhaps the only thing in the world that sounds less fun than being stuck on a cruise ship...

If this goes through, I nominate Joe Lieberman as his official footstool...

I doubt the Dems will actually make Dean the DNC chair; it would require cojones I doubt enough of 'em have. The only way it truly makes sense is if it is (as some Kos readers suggest) a cunning plan to keep Dean out of the 2008 presidential race. I also wonder how the Vermont senate race in 2006 is going to shape up, perhaps ol' Howie is biding his time.

Still, he should be able to write his own ticket in the Democratic party; they owe him a hell of a lot, and one certainly can't argue he hasn't been a good soldier. I certainly wish the Dems went after Bush with the same gusto...

Still, for now my time, energy, and money will be going to the Dem party only via Dean.

OK, Lucas, I swear to you, you fuck this up and I'll...make some sort of empty threat...

My sister and I just caught The Incredibles (which I liked, though it's no Finding Nemo) and also got to see the Episode III trailer. Well, of COURSE I geeked out, what else could I do? The birth of Darth Vader...

Fine, George, I'll give you nine more bucks. Maybe then you'll have enough to take that directing class...

Oh no! Who's going to protect us from marauding statue titties?

Proshai, asshole. I hope you fall down the stairs on your way out...

Press 1 for famine, 2 for pestilence, 3 for Condoleeza, and 4 for death...

OK, I'm not going to go on about the either theft or idiocy that went on last Tuesday. Apparently half the country loves incompetence and terrorism, and I'm just going to have to deal. And so, new topic...

Thanks to my local music store's liberal listen-before-you-buy policy, I can let you know about the latest Robyn Hitchcock CD. Hitchcock fans will probably agree with my assessment that when Robyn is good, he's very, very good, but when he is bad, he sucks. Lesser Hitchcock can be positively painful, and only his best works avoid the "every album has at least one goofy-ass clunker" rule. Spooked is better Hitchcock once you get past "Television", and some of his stuff, like "We're Going to Live In The Trees" and the hilarious "Welcome to Earth" (from which the above quote is taken), is his best stuff in years. Since I'm a cheap-ass bastard, you should interpret as a glowing review the fact that I almost bought this album after listening to it.

But I bought another Sigur Ros album instead. No, wait, it's good, come back...

UPDATE:I was presented with Spooked thanks to the kindness of a dear friend of ours (and frequent reader of this blog, hee), and screw everything I said above, it's arguably the best thing Robyn's ever done.

I'm STILL not concedin' shit.

Or should that be, "I STILL ain't concedin' shit"? It would have been nice if Mr. Electability raised a bigger stink (what the fuck are they afraid of? Ann Coulter calling him a loser? A divided country?) but maybe the possibly-computer-manipulated votes weren't there for him.

Well, thanks, redneck idiots. Our country is now safe from the dangerous threat of marryin' homos. To quote the great American philosopher Kurt Angle, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?" Fuck you, red states, geography offers you some protection from potential terrorist attacks, but I have loved ones in urban areas and on the coasts, and I can't believe you'd make president someone you wouldn't hire as your personal assistant. Get the fuck out of my country, you're fucking it up with your idiocy. In alphabetical order. Alabama voters for Bush, you first. Take fucking Greyhound to Mexico, I don't care.

And the Democratic party better unfuck itself, get Howard Dean to perform some ball transplants, and start Barack Obama on his weight training NOW.

It's going to be a long four years. At least the Daily Show will still be funny, if there's electricity in post-apocalyptic America.

I ain't concedin' shit.

What, we're all supposed to go home because fucking FOX NEWS called it for Bush? Eat me. In alphabetical order. You first, Alabama.

VA-5 report.

Shit.

Al Weed is getting ready to concede the race. I'm sorry, sir. We could have used you.

And for other election stuff, sixthdoctor has been keeping us up to date...

There's always hope...

We went down to our polling area at 6 in the morning and the line was already out the door, which is either a good sign that the liberals are coming out to vote, or a bad sign that the election officials haven't planned this well. The place looked pretty packed to me, though.

And as I came out a friend stopped us and told us that the Goode-Weed race was tightening up, and that turnout may be the key. Now it's just a matter of trying to get through the day so I can curl up under the sofa tonight...

Best of luck to you all...

The day approaches. Mrs. Nevskaya and I will be spending Tuesday at CmdrSue's, holed up with sympathetic friends watching the returns unfold.

I'm not sure if it will be due to joy or despair, but chances are I'll be drunk by that night.

We'll see if the American electorate will come to their senses and pick Kerry, or if they will show how much they love unemployment and terrorism.