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Courtesy of Robyn.

So, really not impressed by th Oscar getups last night. Where was the originality of Cher's Bob Mackie frocks, the glitz and glamour and creativity of high fashion? Not here, folks.

I think it was due to the fact that, in large part, there really weren't a whole lot of celebs in attendance this year. Just nominees and presenters. I keep seeing the same 15 dresses ad nauseum. And most of those are startlingly similar. Feh.

I will say one thing though-- the pre-Oscar countdown was even more absurd this year than ever before. And the diva with the boobies falling out? Now don't get me wrong-- I'm all for boobs, but honey, she was off the chain and down the street. Put those things away before you get us all killed! Or maybe just point them in the direction of that odious male correspondent. This man made J. Lo look like a genius and her vapid ex, Ben, look like a Rhodes scholar.

And so, I'm off to watch Princess Mononoke, and ruminate over what went wrong in the fashion world tonight.

A few comments on Emmy fashions from last night:

1. Finally, Kim Cattrall gets both hair and dress right with a natural looking layered 'do and cute pink gown complete with requisite bombshell marabou. It's about time.

2. Sarah Jessica Parker. Yes ma'am.

3. Why in the world is Cynthia Nixon on People's Worst Dressed list? She looks fab in that dress.

4. Why in the world isn't Mischa Barton on People's Worst Dressed list? SHe always looks like something is really off-- either her hair or dress always looks completely wrong. Maybe it's me, but that's someone who needs to be coached on how to wear her clothes. A former model does not a fashionista make.

5. Someone needs to tell Alison Janney that it really isn't very chic to adjust your dress, muchless twice, on national TV. For the love-- get a good tailor or a boob job, or leave the strapless dresses out of it!

Check out the gowns for yourself at Instyle.com.

I have only one word for George Lucas after seeing Star Wars EIII:

Redemption.

(Careful--spoilers ahead)

I'm sure by now everyone knows that Peter Jennings passed away yesterday after a battle with lung cancer. He was an icon and an original. He will be sorely missed.

Am I the only one who thinks Katie Couric is the world's biggest hack at news anchoring and interviewing? She must be the most worthless piece of self-satisfied hot air on any major network at the moment.

Watching her first condescend to the news desk anchor for "laughing" at the poor cherleader who fell on her head and had to be taken from the basketball court on a stretcher and then do a complete 180 to say how "cute" the poor cheerleader was doing her routine as she was being rolled off the floor made me positivesly want to hurl.

A very wise friend of mine once made the sage comment that if you have to tell people that you are something, that proves exactly the opposite. Well Kates, Barbara Walters you ain't, from your own mouth.

Oh yes, America has chosen Alabama's own Taylor Hicks. Hell yeah.

On another note, 63 million votes cast in the finals. That's more for Kat and Taylor than elected George W. Bush in 2004.

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It appears that Steve Irwin's craziness finally caught up with him:

'Crocodile Hunter' Steve Irwin dies
Environmentalist, 44, killed by stingray on diving expedition

CAIRNS, Australia - Steve Irwin, the hugely popular Australian television personality and environmentalist known as the "Crocodile Hunter," was killed Monday by a stingray while filming an underwater documentary on the Great Barrier Reef. He was 44.

(Full Article found at MSNBC.com)

All day today I have been reading reactions to the death of Steve Irwin online and in the papers and have seen a lot of eulogizing on TV. Can we just pause for a minute and take stock of what we're doing here?

I realize that after someone dies, the natural reaction is to eulogize them and feel sorry for their family's loss, but let's face it: no matter how sad it is or how passionate he was about his work, he was one of the most annoying and (sometimes rightly) ridiculed people on the planet. It's not shocking that he went this way, folks. Be honest: how many of you thought when you read the news, "I'm not surprised," or "It finally happened,"?

Yes, he was an incredible force for conservation and environmentalism in his way. Although, one of his only public comments on the issue of trophy hunting for crocs had more to do with the loss of tourism than the protection of the animals in question. We also shouldn't forget that the message he sent on his TV shows was one of conservation, but also of the thrill of seeking the company of dangerous creatures (and you and I both know he's not the same as say, Jack Hanna: filming an animal is one thing, but going up and hugging it is entirely another). A laudable message? I'm not sure.

Yes, he died doing what he loved, and yes, he left behind two children who will grow up without a father. That indeed makes me sad, but what's even more sad to me is that (according to the Australian press, who has been far more than kind about this matter) this trip was an on-a-whim outing to film something for his daughter's upcoming TV show. And according to members of the crew with him, they knew he was out of his element in the water but he wanted to do it anyway.

How will she feel when she realizes that he died trying to do something for her? THAT makes me even more sad, that she'll have to carry that unnecessary burden in addition to living without a father. I feel sad for her for this reason, but also because her father didn't think enough of her to ensure his own safety for her future's sake.

I want to be tenderhearted about this, and I feel for his family and fans. However, as tempted as I may be to overdo my sad feelings on the subject and censor myself, we would all do well to remember that this was not only ironic, but predictable. Very sad, but predictable.

John Howard described Irwin's death in north Queensland as a "huge loss to Australia" and actor Russell Crowe said Irwin was "the Australian that we all aspire to be".

Yeah, Russell Crowe, the shining example of how every Australian should be seen (see here and here and here), telling us his choice for a model citizen. That in and of itself should be a red flag in all this business that something is severely wrong with what's going on in the press.

If Russell Crowe count you as a role model, that's probably not the best recommendation.

And always remember, The Internet Is For Porn.

I can't believe I never saw this movie before tonight. Good Lord, half of my family is that movie. And how fabulous it was, too.

I'd forgotten that Paula Deen was in it, even though I'd heard her mention it on her show a few times. But Orlando Bloom, God, was he great in this. Fabulous.

Go out and rent it if you haven't seen it already, especially if you're a Southerner.

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Not for the faint of heart: these films are too graphic and/or disturbing to have been released for general audiences... those of you with the intestinal fortitude, go for it.

Hubby and I were watching one of our favorite movies of all time--Hook-- today, and the thought struck me-- I wonder whatever happened to the insanely cute fat kid who played the Lost Boy Thud Butt? (Yes, that was his character's name, really.) He brought such a light to the screen when he smiled, and is one of the reasons we love to watch the movie. So where did he go?

Well, his name is Raushan Hammond, and apparently, now he's doing work as a magician. He's appeared in many different places and did some award-winning TV work right after the movie, but this is the only recent mention I could find of him on the web. It's good to know such a cute kid is still around making us smile as a man.

I was watching the Bing Crosby classic White Christmas tonight, and it suddenly hit me why I've never been comfortable watching this film. One of the female leads is played by the wonderful and talented Vera-Ellen. However, I was alarmed to finally realize what had bothered me about her in this movie: she is absolutely skeletal compared to the other leading ladies of the day, including her co-star Rosemary Clooney. She enjoyed a great career in the musicals of this time period, but it was apparently later discovered that she had battled anorexia all throughout the fifties, before there was even a diagnosis, much less a treatment for the disease. Her career went downhill after the heyday of the Hollywood musical, and though she could have continued her career as a dramatic actress, ill health and personal misfortune plagued her until her death in 1981.

Nowadays, she would look normal in a fashion magazine, and downright plump compared to some of the starving starlets of today. But how starkly she stands out on the screen in this picture, and how sad it is to see her that way.

So, hubby and I have spent the larger part of our afternoon watching and chuckling at the two Librarian movies on TNT today. Quote of the day?

(Setup: Sexy Flynn Carsen, played by Noah Wyle, is trying to deciper an encrypted map when he figures out the map legend is a flute, and then says...)

"Thank God for clarinet lessons"

(At which point he deciphers the map and then gets jumped by the stuffy English historian chick.)

See-- I told you playing clarinet was sexy.

So at the moment, I'm sitting here watching Madonna's Confessions Tour concert (I know, I'm so behind) and for the life of me I can't figure out the real point of showing vintage videos of accidents involving horses behind her as she sings "Like A Virgin". Really, I understand the part about her having her way with the large carousel saddle she mounted at the beginning of the number: that's classic Madonna, no doubt, but the horse crashes are just damned disconcerting to watch. Seriously.

I will say, however, that I love the concept and art setup of this concert. That AIDS in Africa sequence was absolutely fantastic. (Visit her website for more information.) Whoever is doing her costuming and sets is a freaking genius (of course).

And Madge is looking seriously fabulous. More yoga, that's what I need, or whatever it is that she's got going on. DAMN.

Sometimes sci-fi geeks really make me want to tear my hair out. I've been avidly watching The Lost Room on the Sci-Fi Channel this week, and incidentally have been reasonably impressed with the miniseries. Good casting, acting, and writing... hope this one makes it to a series next season.

Back to the point. Like any decent sci-fi program, this one has inspired a following of "true believers", who have been posting like crazy on the Sci-Fi channel forums. Now, one thing I have always been told about the internets is that you should never reveal more personal information than you have to online-- you're risking stalkers and crazies showing up if you do, or at the very least identity theft.

So some genius on the forum decides not only to post that his/her house was used for filming, but the ADDRESS AND CITY where it's located. In New Mexico, natch, home to a pretty decent population of wackaloons to start with. I wonder how long it will be before the Lost Room obsessives start showing up and asking for tours?

I'm just saying.

I had forgotten about this list, but Solonor's post reminded me about The 50 Greatest Cartoons as voted on by the animation industry in 1994.

Hooray!

While we're on the subject of cartoons, I might as well include my favorite:

Fabulous.

(We now pause from your regularly scheduled program to bring you a tired blurb on a hackneyed subject, but it just has to be said.)

It's not often that I fall into the rhythm of a full-blown celebrity crush, but every once in a while I'll be watching something and I'll find myself imagining doing unbelievably perverse things to some Hollywood hottie. Today's installment?

George Clooney.

Most of the time, he only occurs to me as a good looking playboy, most recently as deVito's drinking partner. I was flipping past one of his movies this morning on TV, and (fans herself) oh boy.

Forget the real-man hotness factor. Forget the cool self-assuredness of being the Sexiest Man Alive. Forget the insanely hot way the man wears a suit. Forget the super smile and the gorgeous eyes and the killer five o'clock shadow.

I'd fuck this man just for the voice. (You have no idea what I'm imagining it say at the moment... Lord, I need a fan.) He can do a Limoncello body shot off of me anytime. Be back later... I need a cold shower.

*Hugh Jackman always wins out. No explanation necessary there, right?

Let's be clear about one thing. I want to look even half as good as Helen Mirren does when I'm her age. Good God damn.

There were notably fewer fashion mishaps this year than in past years, even in terms of poor fitting frocks. Cate Blanchett was more than a little uncomfortable in her dress, but at least there were no Alison Janney moments on camera, even if there were a few hitches during her red carpet interview. Anne Hathaway's dress was almost a bad choice, if only because it featured that huge bow across her chest. She made it work, but it was a near thing-- the stills are pretty incriminating, even if she looks good on video. Faye Dunaway and Eva Green are not even topics of discussion-- they're weird enough that the frock wouldn't help even if it made sense.

Meryl Streep wasn't quite as frumpy as I expected, but it really seems like she would have learned something from the movie-- it makes me absolutely frustrated enough to throw something to see her looking like a dumpy housefrau at these awards shows after seeing how fantastic she looked in Devil. She deserves to show herself off better-- she's too talented an actress for this shit she's been pulling fashion-wise.

Nicole Kidman was hot in the red dress, but whatever she had perched on her her right shoulder could have been excised to much better effect. Naomi Watts had a great dress too, but let's be honest: if you show up to the Oscars with Nicole Kidman, be prepared to look like the fat friend (I realize that there's some buzz about her being preggers, but still). Reese Witherspoon and Gweneth Paltrow were my personal favorites of the night (yes, hell has probably frozen over-- I liked Gweneth's dress). If I ever find a black dress as kick-ass as Reese's I'll retire from public outings forever-- I will have reached my peak.

And what was with Jessica Biel smirking at her co-presenter's accent? The more he talked, the more she gawked at him and tried not to laugh. Unless I'm missing an inside joke, she just got made as a total bitch in prime time.

Hooray for Jennifer Hudson!! It was great to see her win, but it was equally great to see the shit-eating grin on Beyonce's face as she made her speech. One more indication that B needs a little work as an actress. I couldn't be more excited that Forrest Whittaker won, too. His speech was fantastic.

As much as I was traumatized by Pan's Labyrinth when hubby and I went to see it back in January, I was really happy to see it win so many awards. I'd have to say it's one of the most powerful movies I've seen in years, in terms of the real effect it has in drawing you into the story and leaving a lasting impression. The music is absolutely gorgeous, too. Go see it, and worry about how you'll sleep at night later.

All right peeps, off to bed to dream about expensive dresses and even more expensive shoes.

I just burned the crap out of my dinner, but it was completely worth it.

One of my guilty pleasures when I've had a long work week is staying up late and watching nature documentaries like Deep Blue on the Discovery Channel. Yeah, I'm a geek. I know.

Well, tonight was the debut of the new miniseries Planet Earth. Again, yes, I'm a geek-- I've been excited about this all week.

I managed to survive the Month of Hell (that ended today!!!!!) since I got back from China, and I was watching the "Mountains" episode while making myself a celebratory dinner. I managed to look up just in time to see the first shot of the snow leopard, and the next thing I knew my dinner was burning at the commercial break. I stood there the whole segment holding my breath and watching... yeah, anyway, if you haven't seen the Planet Earth series, go set your DVR ASAP.

I'm surfacing from the muddy bliss of gardening to exhort y'all once again to watch Planet Earth on Discovery Channel. Right now I'm recovering from one of the most immense cases of the giggles I've ever had from watching the first shot of the male ibexes in the "Deserts" episode. Seriously, it's the best definition of "smackdown" I've ever seen. I defy the WWE to do any better.

Just so you know, it's not all fun and games-- Hubby and I were so depressed after the polar bear/walrus segment in the "Ice Worlds" episode that we had to make therapeutic brownies. You've been warned.

And on a side note, Deadliest Catch is completely worth all of the ads stuck in the middle of this series.

Go. Watch.

Apparently I have been spending way too much time in my recliner late at night.

Supposedly if you've seen over 85 movies, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 movies on this list. Copy this list, then put x's next to the movies you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number, and click post at the bottom. Have fun!

**Disclaimer** Just because I've seen the following checked movies, does NOT mean that I like them all. (I second this idea-- KK)

I'd just like to share, and this is mostly for the benefit of The Muse, that I just heard on an old episode of Sanford & Son, the following:

"... and $19.95 for a pair of pointy-toed boots"
"Pop, what do you need with a pair of pointy-toed boots?"
"To kill all them roaches in the corner."

So it's been a great Fourth here in the nation's capital city. Tornado warnings, thunderstorms, and Mall evacuations, but the celebration is still going on. As I type, there are about eight different fireworks celebrations visible from my friend's building's roof, just barely peeking out above the tops of the trees every once in a while. One of the cooler moments to be living in D.C., eh? Also as I type, incredible amounts of people are fleeing the Mall toward the nearest Metro stop. Oy vey, I'm glad I'm not all up in that right now for sure.

I spent the day at the in-laws' house eating hot dogs and throwing over-chewed tennis balls to Red's dog, in between dodging the rain every hour or so. I got home just in time to watch A Capitol Fourth on WETA, and am now tapping my feet along to the piccolo solo in Stars & Stripes. (As an aside, was it just me or was Bebe Neuwirth's performance really scary? Yikes. The vibrato and the cackle at the end of All That Jazz, people. Double yikes. And surprising but nice that Tony Danza was better. And I totally missed that Hayden Panettiere was a singer before now? Good grief.) Altogether a very nice way to spend a July 4th.

Before I return to working on the stuff for my press deadline, I'd like to give a shout out to Dr. Mudslide, my buddy and regular commenter, who is not having such a great 4th: she's recovering from appendicitis in the hospital, and I'd like to wish her a very speedy recovery. Much love, girl, and I hope I can come up to visit tomorrow or Friday!!!!

*Photo by Thom Watson from Flickr. Used by attribution under Creative Commons license. Some rights reserved.

Can I just say that I'm completely fascinated by the soundtracks of the silent films on TCM, you know, the ones they show late at night??

I'm sitting here thinking how desperately I need to go to bed, but I'm mesmerized by the soundtrack for Beyond The Rocks wtih Gloria Swanson and Rudolph Valentino, ca. 1922. According to the Amazon listing the score is by Henny Vrienten, and it's fabulous-- really sinister with some seriously idiosyncratic jazz overtones, but incredible.

Yeah, I know-- I totally geeked out on you there for a minute. Back to your regularly scheduled programming already.

So, if you haven't gone to see Stardust, go NOW. All I have to say is that Robert de Niro is fabulous, and I mean that exact word.

And Charlie Cox definitely takes a turn for the hott by the end of the flick. (Although I do have to admit that in this pic he rather channels James Callis's Gaius Baltar a bit in the face and I'm not sure how I feel about that)

Go. Now.

Like millions of Americans, I'm a huge fan of Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe. Or more specifically, just Mike Rowe. I've been a fan of his from watching Deadliest Catch (because honestly, every once in a while you just need to see some salty fishermen for your own well-being), but honestly people-- I just watched him sing some opera on Leno. Now that's hot.

As Whoopi Goldberg so astutely pointed out in response to Hasselbeck's nonsense, unless girlfriend has been in a position where she's had to contemplate such a decision - because of poverty, because of social sanction, because of sexual assualt, because of lack of support, because of fear, because of any one of the innumerable, painful reasons that pushes women and girls to make such a terrible decision - she can just shut her mouth. It is the very, very rare woman who makes that decision lightly, and it is the very, very rare woman who leaves that decision lightly: most women go into it gripped with sadness, and come out of it the same way, save for whatever measure of relief has been afforded them for being able to escape circumstances that they feared would be far worse. Nobody wants to get an abortion, Hasselcrack. It's not a weekend in Vegas. Oh, hey, I think I'll go get an abortion this weekend - I could use a coupla days of rest, and I didn't want this baby anyway!

It's one thing to be 'against' abortion (which is fine, but isn't everybody 'against' abortion in the sense that we all wish that it didn't have to happen? Nobody is FOR abortion; they're for the right of women to access it if they need it); it's quite another to suggest that women who get abortions are vapid, self-absorbed twits.

--Rachel Brownell @ Strollerderby

Back when I was first in college, this whole internet thing was new to me (hey, it was 1995 and I had spent way too much time in high school grounded) and I spent a lot of time in computer labs farting around and surfing. One of my favorite things was Usenet, particularly the rec.arts.movies group. At one point I discovered David Friedman's Official Netters’ MUST-SEE MOVIES Checklist!!! (original Usenet archive message here) and was surprised to find my checklist at almost two hundred of the films the group had compiled as the must-see movies of all time. This is still one of the best movie lists I've ever seen, and can now be found over at his blog, Ironic Sans.

My current total? 291 of about 540 or so. Go check your stats.

OH. MY. GOD.

My holiday season just started looking up in a big way.

And at any rate this improves immensely a day which has featured cat temper tantrums, cleaning frenzies, and a kid whose saxophone smells like tuna fish. *yurch*

See-- I keep forgetting about the fabulous movies coming out during the holidays this year... and then I get this enormously cool reminder:


I've loved these books by Philip Pullman since they came out-- my friend Mike loaned me The Golden Compass(a.k.a Northern Lights) right after he bought it, having stayed up reading it all night. I've kept getting glimpses and reminders that the movie premieres in December, but then it slips my mind and I move on.

But, people: apparently it has one thing I've somehow missed that makes my day even brighter: SAM. ELLIOTT. Love. This. Man. Not to mention it features Nicole Kidman, Daniel Craig and Ian McKellen (as the voice of Iorek Byrnison, the armored polar bear.) Freakin' awesome.

And honestly. The polar bear is the living end. *goes to find something to distract herself from jumping up and down and squealing like a little kid.*)

For some reason, I didn't do this when the movie came out:



It's kinda freaky that I ended up with an ocelot when you consider what the .66 kids look like:



I'm really starting to think there's no such thing as a coincidence around here.

It's no secret around here that I love all things food. Otherwise I would not be as bootylicious as I am, no? I spend my free nighttime hours knitting things and watching the Food Network like it's my job. Sometimes I forget about all of those lovely Discovery Channel spin-offs (it's kind of adulterous, really, since I drive by their headquarters every day-- sort of like being estranged from your spouse, or at least your imaginary boyfriend Mike Rowe... pretty, so pretty...) Well, it's amazing what you can learn on the Discovery Home Channel late at night.

I just got done watching two of the more informative shows I've ever had a chance to watch, just because I was too lazy to change the channel.

Mark my words, people, Kylie Kwong is going to be a huge hit when America catches on to her. I sat watching her show, Kylie Kwong: Heart and Soul, open mouthed, amazed at what I was seeing. An unabashed and fabulous presentation of Asian cooking, presented with all of the style of Giada de Laurentis's Everyday Italian (you know, the one On The Media compared to porn in its soundtracking, editing, and presentation). People, this woman was good. I not only learned how to clean baby squid, I got super tasty looking recipes for duck with plum sauce and stir-friend mussels. That's a lot to get packed into a half-hour. I swear if I ever get to Sydney I'm so going to her restaurant. (And seriously people, I know she got busted for drunk driving, but we've got celebrities and chefs here that have done a lot worse.)

Then, being even more lazy, I left the TV on and got to watch the Manic Organic, also known as Antony John. I learned how to plant lettuces and got a great recipe for a stacked tomato salad with goat cheese.

It is absolutely no wonder at all that I'm in the market for a larger size of pants here people, if that's what makes my night.

Oh my freaking LORD, I love Reaper. Silly, smarmy and freaking AWESOME. If you don't believe me, go watch a couple of episodes. That is all.

Oh, and P.S. I love my DVR more.

[UPDATE] OR you could just go watch the episode that had me geeking out here.

Sometimes the best thing you can possibly do for a major case of the blahs is spend a night out with the girls.

I put on my sassiest dress and went out with the girls tonight to the opening night of the Sex and the City movie. Heidelah made the call that we should all get up in our sassiest dresses and meet up to see the flick, and the ladies definitely delivered. There were cosmos, there were sassy shoes, and there were beautiful bags, and we were far from the only ones decked out in our finest.

Let me tell you, people, there's nothing quite as festive as a theater full of SATC fans in full regalia. Everywhere we looked, designer shoes, designer bags, and sassy girls dressed up to celebrate one of the best things to happen in television (and now movies) in a long damn time. Big girls, small girls, young girls, old girls, we were all sassy girls tonight. There were fashion triumphs and fashion tragedies, and best of all, everyone there was strutting like they meant it in their best attitude.

I'm a fan of the series, not in the rabid, buy-anything-that-says-Manolo kind of passionate fandom expressed by a lot of people I know, but in a quiet, satisfied, proud sort of way and I have to say tonight was a great expression of one of the many things this series did for women everywhere: promoting the idea that you don't need a reason, or an explanation, or a man to get dolled up and be sassy and look great. Wear the sassy shoes in your closet-- you only live once. Don't be afraid to wear that fur flower or crazy hat-- it's festive. And most importantly of all, give a crap what you look like when you leave the house.

I'm not saying that everything they put on those women on screen was a good fashion choice (many were far from it), but there's a lot to be said for the fact that women from New York to New Plymouth once again seized upon the idea that being fashionable is always appropriate because of Carrie Bradshaw's obsession with Manolos and Prada and Dior, and really got the idea that it didn't matter where it came from: as long as you looked fabulous in it, that's what mattered.

And while I was a bit afraid the movie might just be its own overblown clotheshorse, it was actually, surprisingly, really, really good. Not that I agree with some of the outcomes, but still, it was good, and true to the series, and had some really great meaty moments. (No, I don;t kiss and tell-- you'll have to go see it for yourself.) And oh GOD, the clothes. There are a couple of pairs of shoes I'd kill for, and I really need to figure out a way to make Samantha's red dress happen. *sigh*

And now I go to rest my barking dogs, and my brain, for a couple of days. If you don't hear from me assume I'm laying in the hammock dreaming of Dior.

New favorite movie quote:

"Losers talk about doing their best. Winners go home and f*ck the prom queen." --Sean Connery's character in The Rock

"So what were the two words God said to you that first day?"

"Fractal theory."

"What the hell is fractal theory?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? I'm just God's sock puppet. He shoves his hand up my butt and words come out the other end. Who knew math was involved?"

-- from "Strange Attractors", an episode of Jeremiah

This one goes out to Frankenberry, who made us laugh our asses off with his recounting of Louis CK's recounting of the following observation about rationalizing racism (at 1:22):



I pretty much walked around the grocery store today saying "Jewwooooooooooos..." and giggling like a maniac. Awesome.

P.S.(8/29/08:12:35AM):Yeah, I know it's not YouTube, it's Comedy Central. And the video will play if you click it. The "Not Available" graphic is a dodge, at least at the moment.

All righty peeps. It's time for one last LiveSnark before we warm up those fingers for the voting booth-- Chez Sassy will be rockin' it at 9pm over on Twitter. For more fun, follow The Muse, watch the Current feed, and follow along on the CSPAN Debate Hub (complete with interactive timeline!) And as always, download the rules from DebateDrink before we start, and follow @DebateDrink on Twitter for drinking cues.



Oh, and as always, there will be a food theme if you're one of the lucky participants here in our living room: The Homemade Ice Cream Sundaes of Sweet Victory. Flavor candidates: Cheesecake, Sour Cream Strawberry, Fresh Mint Chocolate, Guinness Chocolate, and Lavender Honey. Moderator: Apple Bread Pudding. Awesome.

Boy, was it good tonight-- The Muse, Annelisa, DanP and his girl and D were all here for some hot LiveSnark action tonight, and the quips were flying fast and furious. I got a few good ones in, and check it out-- I even got one on screen during the debate on Current:



I can't begin to say how happy that made me, especially as I made it on right as Obama made an explanation of his view on Roe v. Wade and abortion, which made me fall in love with him all over again. (I have a post on that forthcoming, gird your loins.)

All in all it was a great time, and the ice cream was a big hit:



The cheesecake with blueberry sauce was the big hit of the night, and we even eventually remembered to dig out the waffle cone bowls that I bought. Tasty, tasty.