Good 'n' Funny.

He linked to him, who linked to this. And I'm still laughing.

Some of the giggles came from this, I'm sure:



Which reminds me, Lisa's Valentine's Day present finally arrived--she's had to content herself with a little photo of it up 'til now--and the Complete New Yorker on DVD is, quite simply, amazing.

It's feast or famine with me, I tell you.

Ha. Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Mwah ha ha ha.

It's not your children we want, it's your wives.

Stupid assholes.

Bambinos galore.

Wonderful, fabulous people I know are welcoming their daughters home, and getting ready to welcome their Harpos SO soon. How exciting is that?

Fred Phelps is surely going to hell.

I won't even go into that any further; if you've heard of the "Reverend" Fred Phelps and his band of demon-spawn, you don't want to hear of them again, and if you haven't heard of them, consider yourself lucky. Their practice of protesting at the funerals of dead U.S. soldiers is pretty repellent to begin with. When you consider that they're protesting because they think gay people have somehow caused...well, pretty much everything bad, then it's even more heinous, bizarre and asinine.

Someone's finally doing something about it, and I'm glad. Those families don't deserve to deal with the Phelps Phreaks. But a sentiment attributed to Richard Wilbur got me thinking. "He said he has no problem with protests against the war but sees no place for objectors at a family's final goodbye to a soldier. 'No one deserves this.' "

The thing is, these protests aren't against the war. They're against me, and anyone like me. And we don't deserve that, either.

Love thy neighbor.

These imbeciles are just filling me with their love of the Lord.



The billboards on which they are spewing their hatred are owned by Viacom/CBS Outdoor, who also own the Logo Channel. "Look, look, we're making money from gays, AND from gay-bashers. Are we awesome, or what?" You can e-mail them if you like. I did:

While running errands yesterday, I was shocked to see a billboard (on space owned by your company) that said "I Questioned Homosexuality" and then informed passersby that homosexuality can be cured. This is gay-bashing, and the message flies in the face of decency, tolerance and the American Psychological Association's pronouncement that homosexuality is a genetic trait, rather than a disease, condition or a chosen behavior.

I am appalled that your company would choose to profit from this hate speech, when I know you surely would not allow a similar message to be posted regarding race, religion or even heterosexuality (for surely if one can "choose" to be gay, then all straight people "choose" to be straight). As a citizen of this great city, and a gay person who refuses to have my identity questioned and my dignity assaulted, I insist that you remove the billboards and return the money you received from this hateful group of so-called Christians.

Co-inky-dinky.

Even though it's the Bush administration's policy NOT to divulge specific terrorist threats that were averted, and even though they're under bipartisan fire for the ILLEGAL spying they've been doing on Americans, I'm sure it's just a coincidence that they chose now to reveal the Los Angeles attack they thwarted through intelligence gathering.

Now, why they chose to reveal it without even telling the city's mayor is another story.

Say it ain't so, Joe.

I was a casual observer of the Super Bowl last night, paying scant attention to the ads and looking up at the game periodically while I finished doing our taxes. I was rooting for Pittsburgh, but it wouldn't make a whit of difference to me who won, really. I was interested to see the pregame introduction of the living Super Bowl MVPs from games 1-39. Baseball is very good at using the national spotlight to connect the game's history to its present, and football does far too little of that. (Especially considering that football is so "young," relative to baseball, and so many football greats are still with us.) Anyway, glancing down at TurboTax and then up toward the TV, I had the fleeting thought, "Wow, is it possible that Joe Montana was never the SuperBowl MVP?"

Apparently, no, it is not possible. Instead, rumor has it, Montana, the ONLY 3-time MVP, skipped the ceremony....over money. (So, perhaps, did Terry Bradshaw.) In terms of fame and fortune (I'll leave aside the essential goodness of Joe Montana as a human being--I don't know him, but surely he's a good husband, father, friend, etc), Joe Montana owes far more to the NFL than the NFL does to him. There would have been other superstar players if Montana had never picked up a football, but there would not be The Legend of Joe Montana if not for the NFL. So, millionaire, think you can show-up for an all-expenses paid trip to the game, even if the NFL won't guarantee you $100k?

And to think I named my cat after you, you greedy bastard.