Babies Makin' Babies

I must say I find it amusing how so many of the Bible-thumping types who practically swoon with ecstasy every time some creepy hillbilly has a bunch of babies, are soooooo
disapproving of the so-called Octomom…

Of course, I’m sure the fact that she’s one of them thar Ay-Rabs, and quite possible a Moos-lum, has nothing to do with it…

Not that the "Return of Musicals" segment wasn't a ravage in itself...

Surely I can't be the only person watching the Oscars who wanted to see Hugh Jackman brandish his Wolverine blades and ravage the first few rows...

2/3/59

I think Cricket guitarman Sonny Curtis got it right: the levee isn't dry, the music didn't die, and every time some shy, geeky kid in the suburbs picks up a Fender Stratocaster with dreams of music and stardom in his head, Buddy Holly lives...

What It Was, Was Football

Random desultory musings on the big game (as I count the days until spring training):



I rooted for the Steelers, if only because I'm sick of Kurt Warner hosting a goddam Billy Graham revival every time he completes a pass...



Good job from Jennifer Hudson. I love when they "soul" up the national anthem; just think of old those old geezers' heads exploding...



The thing I like best about the Super Bowl is that it coincides with the end of January, the worst month of the year...



John Madden: love ya dude, but hit the salad bar once in a while...



Is it just me, or is Bruce's hairline, ah, re-advancing...


Oh, and the game didn't suck...