Got your attention, didn't I?

Got your attention, didn't I?

Heheheheh.

There's a good cause goin' on in the blogosphere and it's called the Bloggers Boobie-Thon, or the charity drive that gives you a little somethin' in return.
In essence, bloggers---male and female---send in pics of their
covered/uncovered boobs and people pay to see them, with the proceeds
going to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. So, basically you
get to view a little soft core pr0n without the guilt. Good deal, no?
Considering that I know most of you just stop
by here as a breather between pr0n sites, this should combine your
activities into a one stop shop rather well.
So, if you're a blogger, go and submit a pic to help raise money for a
VERY good cause and help to publicize it with a mention on your blog.
If you're a regular reader, well, get out your credit cards, kids, and
get ready for some hot blogger boobie action! And just for the record,
I will be submitting a picture. Just as soon as I go and purchase a new
bra. The husband's going to go batty with happiness when he reads this.
I just know it.
Sigh.

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Thank God I don't have

Thank God I don't have to watch endless amounts of coverage on this
anymoreThank God the Kobe sideshow is over and done with Do I feel
sorry for the girl involved Yes But damn was this a major media
sideshow or what It's over It's over It's over It's overIt's overOnce
they throw Scott Peterson and Michael Jackson in jail I can have my
cable news back without it ever being sullied with their omnipresence
anymoreIt's overIt's overIt's overThank freakin' GodI hope she gets as
much money out of Kobe as he spent in the adultery section at Harry
Winston last summer if not moreIt's overIt's overIt's over Did I give
my thanks to God yetOk wellI think you get the gist.

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Ok, let's try this again.

Ok, let's try this again. Wireless, while the best thing since sliced
bread, also sucks the battery power on the laptop like a frat boy sucks
on a keg tap. I had this post all done and wham! wee bastard acted, indeed, like a wee bastard and shut down on me.

I will try to be quick about this because I know you're all dying
to know what I thought about the debate.
Kerry was stronger than I expected him to be, and he almost came off as
sincere to me, which is somewhat worrying. I know that Kerry's been
everywhere on his Iraq position: but does the average
independent/undecided know this? I have no idea. They might, given all
the advertising, but if they don't, well, I can understand that they
might have found his performance impressive and very presidential,
which is exactly what they wanted. All Kerry had to do to lose this
debate was act like he has on the campaign trail. He didn't, however.
While he slipped his big toe into the wonk pool, he never jumped in
whole-hog, like Al Gore. Someone in Democrat City is learning the
lessons of the past. I don't know who it is, but whomever beat Kerry
into submission deserves a bottle of Jack Daniels, a hotel room and
some willing young campaign workers. They had a hard task: to keep him
from imploding and they managed to achieve it. Bush, while he seemed a
little peevish when Kerry was speaking, did what he needed to do: he
stayed on message and did his deal. That's all he needed to do. But
it's the "soft bigotry of low expectations" all over again, to my mind.
And this is strictly a gut feeling, but I got the feeling in 2000 that
Bush's advisors were sitting in the background, keeping their fingers
crossed, whispering, "Don't screw it up. Don't screw it up." I got the
same impression again tonight. All he needed to do was not
screw up. I wanted him to really go after Kerry. I think he could have
done more to hammer home his points. But he chose the safe route and
simply stayed on message. I think it was an effective means of debating
Kerry, but not a wildly successful one.
What's going to come out in the wash? Well, I don't think Kerry's going
to benefit tremendously from his performance. This is going to be
another non-bounce event for him. He might pull one or two polling
points, but nothing that will shoot him beyond the margin of error in
most polls. Neither is Bush going to pull away, but will stay steady
instead. He was impressive in his consistency, but I don't think it's
going to help him to make his lead into a dominating one.
So, in essence, it's a draw. Not the most original conclusion to be
drawing, given every pundit on TV seems to be saying the same damn
thing, but that's my conclusion. Others, however, disagree. Steve-o's calling it for Dubya.

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Well... ...not really. Although he

Well...


...not
really. Although he took a good whack at the gin.
After hosting the in-laws and the G'parent-in-laws on Friday night, the
husband and I took Saturday off and spent Sunday preparing ourselves
for seldom sober's arrival
at the Cake Eater Pad. Which meant that I washed the spare set of
sheets and the towels. No arduous labor was involved. Thank God. He
arrived around six-thirty and we spent the rest of the night finishing
off the leftover mashed potatoes from Friday night and drinking, of
course. I had a great time. I know the husband did, as well, because he
and Rich got to speak geek. Turns out, they're both members of the
phylla geekus extraordinarius,
so they got on well. I think they even threw some super-secret geek
gang signs at each other when they thought I wasn't looking but I could
have just been drunk at the time and was seeing things.

Anyhoo, it was nice to finally meet another blogger, and Rich, the couch is yours whenever you want it.

{published on 9/8/04 even though I wrote it on the seventh. Grrr with the Blogger!}

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You know, I don't mean

You know, I don't mean to criticize, but girls, it might behoove you to bring shotguns to a shotgun wedding.
Better chance of it actually happening that way, ya dig?

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Ok, so it's still in

Ok, so it's still in progress and I'm sitting here, trying to push
Kerry into the background, but I have a few observations:
Bush is doing well. But for the love of God, there really are times
when I wish he was a better extemperaneous speaker. The "uh's" and
"um's" drive me battier than a English Granny with ninety-seven cats.
Kerry, while highly wonkish, isn't doing too bad. However, I don't
think his "tough" stance is going to bring anyone around, simply for
the reason he's jumped around too much on Iraq. There's too much
evidence to the contrary. Who's to say he's not going to change his
mind---again---next week. That and he reminds me of a schoolboy with
his earnest notetaking, like he's trying to win by being conscientious.
For more liveblogging, go to Llamabutchers. Steve-o's blogging it live via dial-up. Go and throw him a bone or two. Vodkapundit was going to do the same, but when I tried to visit, his server was down. He's back up and running. Go visit.

UPDATE: Bush just said "moolah" instead of "mullah" and "nuklar"
in one sentence. Sheesh. Texas accent or no, it's just makes me cringe.
UPDATE II: Is it just me or did Kerry just flip-flop on Iraq...again?

UPDATE III: Nuclear proliferation is your greatest priority? Huh?

And he just invoked the Ghost of Kennedy.

Christ.

UPDATE IV: Imagined Laura Bush whisperings to Teresa Heinz Kerry: You do know you're not supposed to wear white after Labor Day, don't you? Darling, it's just not done. Reaaallly.

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The husband and I packed

The husband and I packed a picnic lunch and then meandered over to Lake
Harriet this afternoon.
Not an unusual activity for us, you'll note if you're a regular reader,
but today's activities at the lake were unusual. A
local businessman decided the bandshell looked like crap, so he rounded
up businesses to donate time, money and supplies toward painting the
bandshell and the surrounding buildings. Today is re-dedication
day. Since it was sunny and eighty-five degrees, and they were having
loads of live music, we decided it would be a fun thing to do to get us
out of the house.
We were right and it was well-worth venturing out of the land of air
conditioning and wi-fi internet connections. While it was warm outside,
we managed to snag a good spot in the shade (and one that was
immediately jumped upon when we vacated)and enjoyed the nice, constant
breeze that was blowing off the lake. And thank goodness for that
breeze, too. People would have been dropping like flies from the
heatstroke otherwise. Since we were packing up the backpack with all
sorts of necessities, the husband threw in the digital camera and I got
the opportunity to act as (as the husband phrased it) "Kathy the Cake
Eater: Cub Reporter."
If today wasn't a nice day where you are, we'll share and you can take
vicarious pleasure in our wanderings. As always, if you truly think
bigger is better, click to enlarge.


The Bandshell From Our Vantage Point


They Even Chipped Out For A New Flag


Some fool thinks he's actually going to get something good out of the Strib's Op-Ex Section.


The Ice Cream Palace (aka The husband's favorite place at the lake)


A List O' Contributors


Kevin Bowe (tan shirt) and a few of the Okemah Prophets.


The bandshell from the lake side. I almost fell into the lake taking this photo.


The event rated a video wall! We've hit the big time, baby!


"What
the hell do you think you're doing?" sez the husband. We had a good
time but we left before Mick Sterling, The Minnesota Orchestra, The
Honeydogs and one of my personal favorites, Boogie Wonderland, started
up. It should be a fun night over at the lake, and if you live in the
Cities, I would highly recommend making the time to go over. It's gotta
be better than sitting around your house reading worthless blogs.

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Funny.

Funny.

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...or does Shep Smith need

...or does Shep Smith need to cut back on the botox injections?

Crikeys. Does this guy look like he's a regular customer at McNamara/Troy or what?

Lines, Shep. Lines! An anchorman is supposed to have lines. It's some sort of subjective measure as to how experienced
you are. You, however, have no freakin' lines. Ya' need some lines,
dude. I find myself watching your broadcast, looking for a sign of a
random forehead line. Waiting for some sort of expression on your face.
But the botox has you all froze up, eh?
Cut back. Pleaaaaseee?

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Start here... then go here...

Start here...

then go here...

and here, and here, and then, for shits and giggles, go here
and give your best guess as to when Dan Rather will retire.
I hope Dan Rather retires. He's an idiot. And not just because he's a
crappy reporter, although that can't be too overplayed, but because of
another, personal observation. In 1993, the husband and I were students
at Iowa State when the 500 year flood came through Ames. Des Moines,
about thirty-five miles south, was hit much harder. Their idiotically
placed waterworks were flooded and, suddenly, there was no potable
water in a city of a quarter-million people. The husband's family was
living in Des Moines and we found ourselves making regular runs from
Ames to provide them with bottled water as there was none to be found
in Des Moines. The city was caught with its pants down, in other words.
On one trip down there, the husband and I decided to go and help
sandbag to get the waterworks back online. This wasn't too far from his
parents' house and we had to park at a local college and then cross a
bridge to get to where the sandbagging was going on. All of the
national anchors and their various satellite trucks were set up on this
bridge. First we passed Tom Brokaw, who was dressed in a denim shirt
and jeans and was chatting amiably with a local. Then we passed Peter
Jennings, dressed identically to Brokaw, who was on one of those huge
cellular phones that were common during that era, shouting into it,
trying to suss something out with people who were elsewhere. Then we
passed Dan Rather. Who was chatting with someone and who was wearing hip waders.

Even though he was nowhere near the water.

Even though he never went anywhere near the water.

The husband and I were closer to the water whilst sandbagging than Dan Rather ever was. He was wearing hip waders.
We were wearing t-shirts, shorts and tennis shoes. And we were
sandbagging on a hot, sunny Iowa summer's day. He must have been hotter
than hell, yet he never took the freakin' things off. When we left a
few hours later, he was still wearing them. Let's just say that he was
the running joke of the sandbag circle.

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This is what happens when

This
is what happens when the English Department figures out what that neat
little feather icon under the "Start" button stands for.
Heh.
You know, Jeff Goldstein always reminds me of a deranged, mad
scientist, working in secret in his basement, laughing maniacally as he
adjusts the flames under his bubbling, steaming beakers. One can only
imagine what Jeff's like in real life. It's
probably a letdown. He probably just sits in front of the computer in
between changings and feedings, with Fox News running in the
background.

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Dan Rather is still full

Dan Rather is still full of shit.

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I just took these

I just took these photos. That's the sidewalk in front of the Cake
Eater Pad. The nice, conservative Lutheran church across the street
loans out their drive-through entrance to student groups from Southwest
High School for fundraising car washes. We have to endure this at least
once a week during nice weather. The kids scream and holler to get
people to stop.
They also, as you can see, use sex to bring drivers into their car
wash. Now, before you say, "Hey, Kathy, lighten up. It's just kids in swimsuits. It's no big deal."
Look at the photos again. I realize they're not the best shots, but
notice where their car wash signs are placed. Notice that the young
lady in the black and red ensemble has her straps pulled off her
shoulders. Then imagine what that would look like to the
drivers on the street.
Are you getting the picture yet?
Where are these kids parents? Where are the faculty advisors? Do they
not realize that, in essence, these kids are prostituting themselves to
bring in donations? The church pastor is more interested in being
"involved in the community" than he is worrying about what sort of
reputation these kids are bringing down onto his church. He's not going
to do anything about it. He's told me as much when I've complained
about the noise these buggers make. What's really scary is that not one
of these adults seems to be worried about what could possibly happen
when teenagers---who have little or no common sense to begin with---get
out there, shake their thing, and a sexual predator drives by. And then
stops. And then makes contact. Yep. It's a pedophile's wet dream right
outside my door, and it's one that no one apparently seems to be
worried about.

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Sheesh. Vandalism of Bush campaign

Sheesh.

Vandalism of Bush campaign signs in the front yard of Bob
James' London Road home escalated over the weekend to new levels of
malice.
A green swastika was spray-painted onto James' sidewalk. The words
"Nazi" and "Liar" were painted over Bush-Cheney campaign signs and two
of his vehicles were damaged.
The signs had been vandalized before, but this time the language was
uglier. In addition, the back window of an SUV was broken and the door
of a pickup truck was dented, apparently with a chunk of asphalt, James
said.

Lawn signs have gained a touchy reputation of late here in the People's
Republic---at least here in the Twin Cities. If you would have asked me
yesterday about other places in the state, I wouldn't have said there
was an issue like that of the Cities. Apparently, I was wrong. There
wasn't a problem in the 2000 election---until Bush "stole" the
election. Then lawn signs became fair play for vandals. Then Wellstone
died right before the election in 2002. People here kept his lawn signs
up and decorated them with black cloth, as a sign of mourning. I
thought this was relatively classy until it was February of 2003 and
there was no indication that any of these people were planning on
taking them down. My ex-hippie neighbor was one of these people. And
she had more than a few Wellstone signs trashed. I know because I found
them in my lawn, of course. Then came the signs that called for the
liberation of Iraq. These reportedly weren't too popular, but
suprisingly they were all over the place. Of course, however, there
were the signs that called for "Support our Soldiers: Keep Them Out of
Iraq," to counterprotest the liberation signs. Then some bright soul
decided to put out lawn signs and bumperstickers in Wellstone green
that declared, "He's Dead. Get Over It."
That's when the shit hit the fan.
I haven't seen any Bush/Cheney signs in Cake Eater Land as of yet. I've
seen lots of "W '04" bumper stickers, but no signs. I have, however,
seen plenty of Kerry/Edwards propaganda. I've been wondering if I
should get a big Bush/Cheney sign for the yard---you know, just to see
how long it takes before someone vandalizes it. We live on a busy
street. There's plenty of traffic and more than a few walkers who pass
by on a daily basis. It's not a matter of if if would happen, it's a matter of when.
I don't know, however, if I want to deal with people who spray paint
swastikas on the sidewalk and who vandalize cars as a means of showing
their "dissent."

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Robbo o' El Llamabutchers has

Robbo o' El Llamabutchers has decided to come over to the Dark Side.

We shall eagerly be awaiting the results of his experiment.

Heheheheheh.

{Gawd. I've been dying to post that all damn day long! Effin' Blogger.}

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In case you didn't know

In case you didn't know there's a Big. Ass. Hurricane. pounding Florida right now.

The Pious Agnostic is live blogging the event. He hasn't posted in about an hour and I'm beginning to get worried. He might have just lost power, but, sheesh...who knows, eh?

Stay safe, Rob!

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{crosses fingers, toes and throws

{crosses fingers, toes and throws in a hail mary for shits and giggles}

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{Not safe for Mom} With

{Not safe for Mom}

With a little wocka-wocka-chicka action as a payoff.

Election night might actually be fun!

(h/t the ec)

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This really isn't all that

This really isn't all that interesting, but I figured I'd share. You know, because I'm a giving person.

Anyway. Ahem.

I just figured out that the Scott Stanzel I knew vaguely in college is indeed the press secretary for the Bush-Cheney Campaign.
I've been hearing his name for months, but there was never any video or
a picture shown that could tell me if it was him or not. Being too lazy
to Google, I waited it out, and I finally saw him on Fox this
afternoon, and yep, it's him. Hmmph.
To explain: his older sister was in my sorority and we knew him through
her. We called him "Little Stanzel," and talked about how adorably
earnest he was. I think I was even on a VEISHEA committee
with him. Or something like that. I vaguely remember talking with him
about something VEISHEA related. It's been a long time. I can barely
remember, which is fine because I'm sure he doesn't remember me. Upon
reviewing this post, I've determined its so boring I cannot even be
bothered to come up with a decent self-defamtory punchline. Hmmph.
UPDATE: 09/01/2004 Just realized that if we still lived in Des Moines, I
would have seen this as my connection to greatness. Now, well... I
don't really care all that much. I mean, people, come on. If I couldn't
be bothered to Google to see if someone I knew once upon a time is the
mouthpiece for the Bush-Cheney campaign, well, that speaks volumes as
to how much I really don't care about the election nowadays.
Is this one of those dreaded signs of maturity? Naaaaaah. It's a sign
of boredom.

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Clippy Is All-Knowing, isn't he?

Clippy Is All-Knowing, isn't he?

Shamelessly pilfered from Jay Reding

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