So until then my friends, I'm leaving you with some photos of the lovely Salma Hayek. Enjoy.


Happy new year to all my Jewish readers! I hope all of you, especially Katie Schwartz, Angry Ballerina, Mathman and family, Amy Guth, Boxer Rebellion, and Tony Kornheiser, have a sweet successful new year.
...the Washington Redskins for beating the hated Dallas Cowboys and for going 3-1 so far this season.
...to the lovely and talented Diva Jood for giving me this award. It's an honor to be honored by my fellow bloggers, especially one so good as she.
I found this over at Pulp Friction. Thanks for posting it first Karen!

Newman's performance as the aging hockey has been who tries to rally his soon to be defunct team to victory through any means necessary is by turns funny, poignant, and sad. Watch this film if you get the chance and avoid the sequel like the plague.
My favorite Newman's Own products are this sauce
and these cookies.
America, calm the hell down. I mean it. Stop with the nervous Nellie bullshit.
Ahhhhhhh, sweet sweet tobacco, how I've missed you since my heart attack. Yesssss, inhale deeply and exhale slowly. Oh sweet jeebus how I've missed smoking. Huh? What's that noise? It sounds like a small child is hurtling itself at my front door. I better go check it out. Grrrr. Ruff, ruff. Arff. Bark. Bark. Ruff, ruff arf.
No this isn't a cigarette. Oh ok, yes it is. I'll put it out. Happy now?
Ruff, ruff ruff, bark arf arf arf.
Oh my gosh! Are you kidding me Chester? Has Bush McCain really suspended his campaign in the light of the economic meltdown that he helped create?
You mean he's backing down like a spineless little ninny baby?
Ruff, ruff, arf arf bark bark.
No Chester, I couldn't possibly get back into the Presidential campaign, I've been off the campaign trail for over a month now. I've got other things to do.
Arf, bark, arf arf arf?
Well if you must know, I've got to finish reading War and Peace. I've got to finish those paint by number paintings, learn to waltz, train a bear to do some unnecessary highly invasive exploratory surgery, memorize my multiplication tables, make a list of things I need to forget to do today, and subdue my newest mortal enemy Nicolette Fury:
So as you can see Chester I don't have time to run for President again. And besides my running mate is pissed about how I dropped out of the campaign without telling her. How can I run with out my girl Kristi in my corner?
Arf, arf, bark, bark! Arf, ruff, ruff ruff arf!
Holy crap, you're right Chester. I can't turn my back on my country now, I've got to get back in this race so that I can win it and save the USA from stupid politicians who are about to sell us out to the Wall Street fat cats once again! I've got to go warm up the hoverpod!
Arf ruff ruff ruff arf! Ruff, bark bark. Ruff ruff.
Good idea Chester! You go tell Kristi that we're back in the race and to meet me in Oxford Mississippi the site of the first Presidential debate while I go do the rounds on the TV talks shows. Tell her I'll see her on Friday and tell her we're in this to win this!
Arf, arf, bark! Bark bark bark. Arf ruff ruff.
Oh that's just fat Elvis, don't worry he's harmless. He won't eat you. At least I think he won't. Now run Chester run!
Zaius, Dr. Smith, and Diva Jood better watch out because Monkey/Love is back! And we're out to kick some ass!
Here's some of the "great deregulator's" greatest hits:
All that talk of deregulation the banks and the financial markets is awfully funny coming from the man who was BFF's with Charles Keating.
On a snide side note, I wonder if my lil' right wing troll buddy no_slappz lost his job in the current financial meltdown. Maybe he worked for Lehman Bros. and he's now trying to collect some of that socialist unemployment insurance. Dude, if you're out of work and need a can or two of food I'll be happy to help you out and I'm betting a bunch of my readers will send you some food as well. We liberals and progressives look after every one, not just ourselves.
Dang, that much huh. Well, if you say so sir.

I can't be very objective about Morgan Spurlock and his movies because I love him so much. He's from West Virginia, which is not too far from me and so I consider him a "local boy who made good." I loved Super Size Me, I love his TV show, and I loved this movie. This film gives you some of the best reactions to our ill fated adventurism in the Middle East any where and it gives a quick concise rundown of the horrible things we've done to warrant the treatment we're getting in the Middle Eastern countries while we occupy Iraq. It's at times a funny, scary, imaginative documentary. I hope Spurlock keeps cranking these out for many years to come.
While this second movie in the stoner saga of Harold and Kumar is not as funny as the first one, it's still damn funny. If you liked the first one, which I did with a passion, then you'll like this one. Once again Neil Patrick Harris steals every scene he's in. The stereotypical southern couple and the "scary" black basketball players cracked me up. I'll admit it, I'm a sucker for these movies and if they make a third one I'll probably see it as well.
Coming from a theatre background like I do, I had always heard about the musical Sweeney Todd but I had never seen it or heard any of the songs from it. Then I saw this version. It was just okay. I've seen Depp do other roles that I liked better and I can barely stand Helena Bonham Carter, I could be wrong but to me she's a cold fish who is way too snooty for her own good, in other words, in my book she 'ain't all of that.' Now if only someone would come along and make a film adaptation of Into the Woods, then I'd be all over that mofro.
I fell for Billie Piper when she was on the new Doctor Who but in this film she seemed like she had been clubbed in the back of the head one too many times and she was doomed to wander this production in a fugue like state. Everyone else was good in it, especially Julie Waters, but Ms. Piper seemed out of place. Maybe her character is supposed to be like she played it, I haven't read the books these are based on. All in all though it was an enjoyable production.

On the back someone wrote:
Bob, Ramona, and Miresta
1327 Foothill Blvd.
San Luis Opisbo
1953
the late Gus Hall*,
my all time favorite Cubs pitcher Fergie Jenkins,
and the lovely Elizabeth Shue**
all send out congratulations to Phil Fulmer and the Tennessee Vols for losing yet another game to the Florida Gators. Phil, seriously, you are a country bumpkin who has been unmasked yet again as a talentless idiot who has no business coaching a big time college football team but who inexplicably got lucky for many years. You should be fired tomorrow for losing once more to Florida.
After so many years of frustration on my part in which I was rooting for the Red Sox to win, they seemed to always find a way to lose it all. I hope your team wins this year even if it means you beat my BoSox in the series. You long suffering people deserve a win for a change.
What I've learned from children is this:


However there were a couple of bear cubs in there
and my associate tranquilized them and brought them to Monkey Central where I am now in the process of training them to perform light opera and to do unnecessary highly invasive exploratory surgery.Ms. Fiorina was not in this line up of Bollywood dancers. And she was not hiding in the bras or panties of any of these women either. I know because I checked them all. Throughly. Several times.
Carly was nowhere to be seen when I had my Christmas card photo taken.
However the guy who took that photo told me that he had seen La Fiorina at a frat house party so I ran over to see if she was still there.
Alas she was not anywhere to be seen but her date, the guy on the left told me that she got on the Girl's Gone Wild bus that had just passed through. So being the blogger I am I went and looked at some of the older Girls Gone Wild DVD's to see if she had been in any of the previous editions.
Nope. She wasn't in that one.
And I suffered hysterical blindness before I could finish watching this one:
My dumpster diving associate called me and told me that she heard that Miss Carly was going to be at a College Kids for McCain rally at Giant Stadium in New Jersey so off I went.
But when I got there neither the college kids nor Miss Fiorina were anywhere to be found. It was a shame because when they finally woke him up, McCain gave a cogent speech that only had 25 flip flops in it. And the people who did attend the rally
really ate his speech up. They kept saying how dreamy he was and that if they were only 20 years younger that they'd "jump his bones."
As soon as I left my cell phone rang and it was none other than Carly herself! She told me that the guilt of fucking over so many people while she was at HP and the lies she had to tell on the campaign trail finally took their toll on her and she cracked. She told me she's giving up the lie a minute sexy swingin' Republican economic hit woman lifestyle and she's going to join a cult.
Her new name is going to be Moonbeam McTwatty and she'll be selling flowers, pencils, and slightly used condoms on a street corner near the White House sometime soon. If you see her don't make eye contact or she'll take it as a sign you want to know all about her new life.