My kid's blogiversary was yesterday. Go over and wish her a happy belated blogiversary!

I'm such a slacker mom.

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Sheila would like to wish a very happy 20th birthday to The Breakfast Club.

I was in eighth grade when that movie came out, hence I couldn't go to see it, the movie theaters in Omaha being the only place in the whole frickin' world where MPAA ratings are respected and enforced. I remember renting it about a year later, and I vividly remember my mother BLOWING A GASKET when she saw the rating. Of course this was after I'd watched it five times.

Heh.

It's an incredible movie that finally got the whole high school experience so incredibly right. I can't bother watching any of this crap that comes out nowadays that's meant for the youth of today. I just can't. It's all too happy-go-lucky, high school is the best time of your life, everyone's beautiful---including the unpopular people, that unpopular girl is just one makeover away from being gorgeous, etc. It's just all bullshit. It's someone's representation of how high school should be, rather than what it actually is: four years of being judged upon who you seem to be, rather than who you actually are. Which is very freakin' odd if you think about it, because no one at age fourteen has the slightest clue of who they are and who they will be, but that's beside the point. The Breakfast Club ignored all this and portrayed high school as it is and it's a brilliant film because of it.

Go read.

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So, did anybody else watch Prison Break last night?

I can't decide whether this show is overly clever or is actually pretty interesting. I'm still on the fence about it.

A few observations:

• So, is Dominic Purcell in hock to FOX, still, for John Doe? I have to think he is, given the number of times he keeps popping up on that network's shows. While I really liked John Doe and was sincerely bummed when it was cancelled, he just hasn't impressed me in anything he's been in since. Including this show. He just doesn't have the props to be playing a guy on death row. It's not working for me.
• Wentworth Miller---Hottie McHotHot. Rowr.
• I personally think Oz set the bar higher for all prison dramas and, baby, Fox River Penintentiary just ain't Oswald Maximum Security Prison, ya dig? Fox River seems to me to be the equivalent of a training bra, whereas Oz was a black lace merry widow, replete with underwires, boning, hooks and garter attachments. None of Michael's maneuvers with his fellow jailbirds were a surprise if you'd watched Oz.

  I really do miss that train wreck of a tee vee show. You couldn't be neutral about it: you either loved it or you hated it. And if you loved it, well, you probably hated yourself, like I did, for watching it because it was such a freak show. You just couldn't turn away from it and you felt dirty because of it.

• Is Peter Stormare getting a lot of work these days or what?
• The story set-up happened too quickly for my tastes. There was an awful lot to absorb in the first ten minutes of the show, and I don't know if that's a disservice to the viewers or not. We'll just have to see.

Discuss.

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JB over at Fraters has posted an interesting little piece:

{...}It is a matter of faith among the left that there is something wrong, if not immoral with Wal-Mart. Much of it stems from a simple elitism that allows them to make high-minded criticisms of a place they consider to be for the proles and the semi-washed. They realize it just doesn't sound right to admit that they hate Wal-Mart because they consider themselves superior to the people who shop there, but saying "I disagree with Wal-Mart's (fill in the blank) policy and therefore I go to Target" allows them to avoid the place (and the people) AND to make what passes in for an intelligent point at the same time.

Even those who aren't lefties and are in fact quite conservative can be heard making the case that Target is superior for this or that sundry reason and would never consider setting foot in a Wal-Mart. In the Twin Cities, part of this is the fact that Target has been around much longer, but the elitism of the left can affect conservatives as well (like people who somehow cannot find one item of edible food on a Friday's menu and moan about "chain restaurants").

I guess it comes down to the fact that Wal-Mart is perceived (correctly) as catering to lower class and lower middle class customers (one woman I work with said it was too "Bubba" for her). By shopping there and by telling (admitting?) others you do, you are positioning yourself with the lower class. For many people, they could care less how they are perceived by others, but for many others, this kind of decision is one of the ways (including the car they drive, their house, their Ipod) they tell society who they are. "Oh, we aren't one of those Wal-Mart families, Target is so much hipper and cosmopolitan" is every bit a part of the psychology of choosing where to shop and as important as rational reasons like location and price of the goods.{...}

JB makes some interesting leaps of the imagination, no? While I don't doubt that JB's got a point about the difference between Wally World and Le Boutique de la Target (pronounced Targhzay), I think, perhaps, he's overthinking it a bit.

To out myself: I am a Target shopper. There was no Wally World in my neighborhood when I was growing up. There was, however, a Target about three miles from the house. We went just about every Sunday, right when the circular came out in the newspaper, and had to fight to the death for a parking spot. We bought our school supplies there. When I was little, my mother outfitted me in Garanimals purchased from Target. Target was where it was at. I didn't know there was such a thing as Wally World. I had no clue that there was a whole league of shoppers in this country who were devoted to buying things from the Walton family. I wasn't introduced to Wally World until I went to college. And even then I really didn't go there because it was the difference of about five miles and an interminable bus ride. Wally World was on the other side of town, near the mall, guaranteeing that you had to take the bus to get there because no one who had a car shopped at the Ames Mall. They drove to Des Moines, instead. You could, however, always catch a ride with someone to Target, which was nearby. I've got nothing against Wal-Mart, it's just never been convenient for me to shop there.

My local Target is here. The nearest Wal-Mart is here. In case you're not from the Twin Cities, this is how you'd get from the Target to the Wal-Mart. Target is much closer to the Cake Eater Pad than Wal-Mart is. Keep in mind that we don't currently have a car and are reliant on public transportation to get around. The bus may not go to either store, but to get anywhere near the Wal-Mart, I'd have to transfer, which is generally not convenient, ya dig, particularly not when you are schlepping bags full of laundry detergent and other products. None of this, of course, mentions that the East Bloomington Wal-Mart is---and how do I put this politely?---skanky. Been there, done that and I am NEVER going back there. The neighborhood Target is nice, clean, well-lit, populated with friendly and helpful employees and the chances of you being raped in their parking lot is much less than it would be if you went and shopped at the Wally World in East Bloomington in the evening. Call me crazy, but I think it's kind of stupid, in terms of a woman's personal safety, to shop repeatedly at a store where the management deems it necessary to have a security guard escort you to your car if you were unaccompanied. Granted, this was a while ago, but this one experience guaranteed I was never going to go back to that store.

While there are suburban Targets, there are very few urban Wal-Marts. Wal-Mart is always and forever on the fringe of cities and you have to drive to get there, as is evidenced by the massive parking lots. This is not to say that Target doesn't have massive parking lots, but is there a Wal-Mart in downtown Minneapolis? I think not. But there is a Target in downtown Minneapolis and it's nice. Wal-Mart is geared toward the suburban market. They need large tracts of land to set up shop and the only place they can get that land is on the outer fringes of cities. Target stores are, in my humble opinion, more geared toward the urban audience because they will work with what space they can get and will set up shop accordingly. While there are any number of Targets in the outer reaches of any metropolitan area, there are also Targets in the midst of the same metropolitan area. Target makes it easy. Wal-Mart, in my humble opinion, doesn't.

If there was a Wal-Mart nearby, I'd probably shop there. I have no particular loyalty to Target in regards to its products. You can generally find the same thing at Wally World for the same price. The only thing about Wal-Mart that bothers me is that they are very choosy about what entertainment products they will choose to sell. Don't get me wrong: they've got every right to choose wisely what products they will put on their shelves, but---and this is a BIG "but"---when they deliberately choose not to carry certain items, like, say, Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas because of concerns over the content, I would say that they're doing their customers a disservice. They're playing the part of the morality police and that bothers me, but I will admit, they're free to do this. It's their business. It's worrisome, given their market share, but--again---it's their business and if that's what they want to do, that's their right.

While I don't doubt there are plenty of people who do shop at Target for the reasons JB stated above, that's not always the case. It could simply be because Target has aligned themselves better in some locations than Wal-Mart has. And that's simply where I live---other people might think differently.

Now if only the local grocery union would lighten the hell up and allow for a SuperTarget somewhere inside the 494/694 ring, I'd be a very happy camper.

UPDATE: The kid throws her two cents in.

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As we've already established, the husband and I live in Cake Eater Land. While we love the houses around here, we could never afford one of these monsters. They're gorgeous, but they're pricey. Yet that doesn't stop us from having some good fun while we walk around the neighborhood every evening, looking to see which houses sell and which ones haven't. We also have a good time trying to estimate how much people took out in home equity loans for some monstrous additions some homeowners in the neighborhood have added. It's sport for us. And there's the added incentive to paying attention in that if the real estate market takes a big fat dive, (and we win the smallest powerball lottery) we'll finally be able to afford one of these homes. Right now we would have to win a $20mil jackpot to even be able to afford it.

So, I have to say that I fully agree with Jonathan's hopes/dreams/assessment of the real estate market in this post.

Go read the whole thing.

Now, I understand about supply and demand, but there is no way any of the houses in my neighborhood should be priced at two million plus. Don't get me wrong, it's a great neighborhood. We have good public schools, great wide, streets that are actually plowed in the winter (which, quite frequently, doesn't happen in a certain city coughcoughMinneapoliscoughcough), and a city government which takes good care of the taxpayer. A five bedroom, four bathroom, brick house with ivy crawling along the outer walls may be wonderful. And it may be equally wonderful that it's in a neighborhood with established trees, but when it's on a lot the size of a postage stamp there's NO WAY IN HELL it should be priced that high.

It seems the market here in the Twin Cities is at least coming back down to reasonable levels. That brick house I mentioned up there is not a hypothetical house: it was just for sale in the neighborhood. And it came off the market after what the husband and I assume was a two-month contract with the realtor expired. There are any number of large houses just like it in the neighborhood, that were priced comparatively, that haven't sold, either. In fact, even if you're in the market for a fixer-upper, there's a nice four bedroom colonial in the neighborhood for sale. It has gorgeous, if a wee bit dark, antique walnut paneling in the living room; a formal dining room with a built-in clam-shell shelves in one corner and gorgeous woodwork; and two fireplaces attached to a central chimney. It also has a plumbing system that's all galvanized steel; a roof that looks like it would come off entirely if there was a gust of wind over twenty mph; an electrical system that's only at 60W; rotting clapboards that haven't been painted in years; and a kitchen that would serve the needs of a hobbitt quite well. This house is, reportedly, a bargain at $799,999. The realtor, when we chatted him up and conned him into letting us take a peek at the thing whilst we were on our walk, admitted flat out that it needed work and that it would take about $300K to get it up to snuff. But, really, even then it's a bargain! Well, no, it's not and the fact that it's been sitting there for two weeks---which would have been unheard of a couple of years ago---is not at all surprising. No one wants to spend that kind of money on a fixer-upper right now. Money is not as cheap as it was a few years ago, and the real estate agents have, apparently, yet to figure this one out. As far as we can tell, just from observing, the real estate market here in this part of town is going tits up. And, considering it was never the most reasonably priced neighborhood to begin with, this doesn't bode well for all the people who went debt crazy over the past few years, and---Good God---there were quite a few of those people in this neighborhood. Contractors have made a fortune fixing things up around here. Huge additions, new garages, new wrought-iron fences, new landscaping, new kitchens...you name it, something's been done to the majority of the houses in this neighborhood. I've long thought that people were borrowing too much money here in Cake Eater Land to keep up with the Joneses---we'll just have to see how it all turns out.

Because even if it doesn't help us to live where we want to live, well, it's at least fun to watch.

UPDATE: The discussion continues.

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So, in case you haven't been following the news that there is Hurricane Katrina. She's a Category Five Hurricane with sustained winds of 165 mph.

And, as of right now, she's headed straight toward New Orleans and is going to make one hell of a mess as she goes through the city, and moves northward through Mississippi and beyond.

Here's a link to the American Red Cross Online Donations Page.

Please go and give what you can. Direct your donation to the National Disaster Relief Fund, so the money gets where it's needed the most. And if you're a blogger, get the word out.

This is what the National Weather Service has to say about this storm:

EXTREMELY DANGEROUS HURRICANE KATRINA CONTINUES TO APPROACH THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER DELTA...DEVASTATING DAMAGE EXPECTED...

MOST OF THE AREA WILL BE UNINHABITABLE FOR WEEKS...PERHAPS LONGER. AT LEAST ONE HALF OF WELL CONSTRUCTED HOMES WILL HAVE ROOF AND WALL FAILURE. ALL GABLED ROOFS WILL FAIL...LEAVING THOSE HOMES SEVERELY DAMAGED OR DESTROYED.

THE MAJORITY OF INDUSTRIAL BUILDINGS WILL BECOME NON FUNCTIONAL.
PARTIAL TO COMPLETE WALL AND ROOF FAILURE IS EXPECTED. ALL WOOD
FRAMED LOW RISING APARTMENT BUILDINGS WILL BE DESTROYED. CONCRETE
BLOCK LOW RISE APARTMENTS WILL SUSTAIN MAJOR DAMAGE...INCLUDING SOME WALL AND ROOF FAILURE.

HIGH RISE OFFICE AND APARTMENT BUILDINGS WILL SWAY DANGEROUSLY...A
FEW TO THE POINT OF TOTAL COLLAPSE. ALL WINDOWS WILL BLOW OUT.

AIRBORNE DEBRIS WILL BE WIDESPREAD...AND MAY INCLUDE HEAVY ITEMS SUCH AS HOUSEHOLD APPLIANCES AND EVEN LIGHT VEHICLES. SPORT UTILITY
VEHICLES AND LIGHT TRUCKS WILL BE MOVED. THE BLOWN DEBRIS WILL CREATE ADDITIONAL DESTRUCTION. PERSONS...PETS...AND LIVESTOCK EXPOSED TO THE WINDS WILL FACE CERTAIN DEATH IF STRUCK.

POWER OUTAGES WILL LAST FOR WEEKS...AS MOST POWER POLES WILL BE DOWN AND TRANSFORMERS DESTROYED. WATER SHORTAGES WILL MAKE HUMAN SUFFERING INCREDIBLE BY MODERN STANDARDS.

If this thing is as devastating as they're making it out to be---meaning if it lives up to the hype---New Orleans and other affected areas could, quite literally, be back in the stone age by tomorrow night.

Help them now if you can.

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Phin has some advice for all the coders out there.

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This one should help the husband out:

"It's August. Where Is Everybody?"

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Slash's real name is Saul.

Kinda kills that badass image he's got going on, doesn't it?

Anyhoo...I wish Slash and Duff the best of luck with their lawsuit. If anyone deserves to have the spandex sued off of them, it's Axl.

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Coo-el.

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So, in case I hadn't mentioned it, one of my cousins is currently deployed with the Seabees in Iraq.

He's a civil enginerd who was active Navy for quite some time, but now he's a reservist and he's been busy rebuilding stuff since he was deployed in March. He forwarded this along about one of his contractors. (.pdf file) My cousin is the one on the right hand side of the picture and was the contractor's supervisor.

Talk about being determined to rebuild your country! Holy Crap! As Pete said in his email: "One of our success stories. You could not think up some of the stuff these contractors run up against." After all the junk you hear on the news every night about how Iraqis are bickering about the constitution or are killing one another because of any number of reasons, it's very nice to read a story about one guy who is incredibly determined to get his country up and running again.

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Lighten up, Francis.

Of course, Jonathan knows I say this with great love

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Well, that was interesting, eh?

Posting will be limited until I'm sure the server isn't going to crash again. It's my paranoia at play here, not anyone's lack of effort that's leading to this dearth of posting, so no wisecracks from the peanut gallery about moo knew service, eh?

I would like to extend big honkin' kudos to Mr. Pixy Misa, aka God himself, who has been working his tailfeather off all through his night (because he's in Australia, kids) to get things back up and running. I, for one, am grateful.

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So, you know your blogging habit is bad when your mother calls and wonders if your blog bill is current because she can't get to it.

Sigh.

From what I and a few other moo knewvians can gather the server was down this afternoon. We don't know why, but we're happy it's back up.

Anyway, here's a few tidbits for you, my devoted Cake Eater Readers, to tide you over until I get the urge to get all windy on you.

• Lists of this, that or the other have officially jumped the shark with this one.

  The fact Madonna showed her navel marked her as a "mainstream provocateur?" Give me a break, eh? It's what marked that she had no modesty. There's a bit of a difference, eh? Not to mention that Keith Richard's liver is listed at #2, but---AHEM---there's apparently no mention made of Mick's lips on this list???

  Hell-LO!

  You're doing a list of the twenty-five most incredible body parts in Rock and Roll and you neglect to mention Mick's lips? WTF?

• "But Mother Superior, it just the Holy Spirt working in mysterious ways! I swear!"
• Has anyone ever considered the fact that Lance can't take performance enhancing drugs because it might not only enhance his performance, but enhance his cancer as well? That's The Doctor's opinion. Any drugs of that nature could, conceivably, bring the cancer back as well, or so she says.

  I think it's sleazy of the French to do this. It seems like sour grapes to me.

• Groom yourself, dude. Bleech.
• Mr. Squeaky Clean, Jonathan, swore in this post! I think that's twice, total. Not to mention he chats about threeways!

  I swear, I almost fainted.

  The Galley Slaves: Goin' for Broke in the Raciness Department!

That should keep you busy for the time being.

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Suck it up, please.

He arrived 10 minutes before his fate, so Filip Olsson stood outside Severna Park High School and waited for coaches to post the cut list for the boys' soccer team.

Olsson, a sophomore, wanted desperately to make the junior varsity, but he also wanted justification for a long list of sacrifices. His family had rearranged a trip to Sweden so he could participate in a preparatory soccer camp; he'd crawled out of bed at 5:30 a.m. for two weeks of camp and tryouts and forced down Raisin Bran; he'd sweated off five pounds and pulled his hamstring.

Finally, a coach walked by holding a list, and Olsson followed him into the high school. He walked back out two minutes later, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his eyes locked on the ground.

"It felt," he said later, "like a punch in the stomach."

{...}Because of increased complaints from parents, many high school coaches now strive to make cuts more scientific. Until she retired last season, longtime Eleanor Roosevelt girls' soccer coach Kathy Lacey made her players run 1.5 miles in less than 12 minutes to make the team. Mike Bossom, the volleyball coach at Centennial, scores players with a number -- 1 through 5 -- for each drill and then logs the scores on a Microsoft Excel spreadsheet.

For the first time this season, Severna Park Athletic Director Wayne Mook required his coaches to record running times and player evaluation grades, then hand in that paperwork to him. It is an arduous process that many coaches find tiresome, but Mook instituted it for a reason: After a player was cut from the girls' lacrosse team last spring, the family hired lawyers to meet with the school.

"In this day and age, you have to cover yourself a little bit," Mook said. "When I meet with a parent whose kid has been cut, I need something to show them. I need proof."

{...}While his mom, Annica, waited in the car, Olsson walked out to the school track to find Keough and Malm for his 10 minutes. They told him to work on his speed and his foot skills. They suggested he try a personal trainer.

"They think some one-on-one work would help me, so I'll do it," Olsson said. "I'm probably going to come out again next year. Getting cut hurts pretty bad, but that's what it takes. There's nothing harder than making your high school team."

{my emphasis}

Far be it from me to state the obvious, but---ahem---it's a freakin' high school soccer team. There are plenty of things that are harder than making your high school soccer team. Nuclear fission would be just one of those things, ya dig. Same with balancing the budget. Or, if we're still limiting the discussion to all things high school, well, perhaps getting a decent grade in Chemistry class might be harder than getting on the soccer team.

Oy.

I can understand about working toward a goal. This kid wants to play soccer. That's not a problem. But there comes a time when you have to realize it's simply not going to happen. I admire his perserverance, but I would think after trying out twice, and failing both times, hiring a personal trainer---for a sixteen-year-old!---so he can get on the JV squad is beyond the pale. Give up the ghost, kid. If it hasn't happened by now, it's not going to---particularly when you try out next year, you're going to be competing for a spot against fourteen-year-olds with fresher legs than yours? Do you really want a pity spot on the team? One they handed you because they felt sorry for you? Do you really want to warm the bench the whole time?

Soccer is physically demanding. Anyone can tell you that, and considering I spent a goodly portion of my time growing up attending my brother Mike's grade school, high school and college games, I can tell you from experience that it's cutthroat throughout the entire process, but is particularly nasty in high school---and this was twenty years ago! My brother's school was the Nebraska state champion, year in and year out. It took a lot to make that team, not only because soccer is a demanding sport, but because the coach had high standards. There was absolutely no shame in failing to get on the team. I can't tell you how many of my brother's friends over the years went from playing with him to stopping by to say "hello" to my mom, my sister and I while we sat in the stands at one of his games. We didn't look at them as any less a human being because they'd been cut. No one did. It was all about the team being as good as it could be, and even they understood that their presence might have hampered that.

This kid wants to get on the team. I can understand that. But, as far as I can tell, it hasn't occurred to him what his presence, if he were allowed on, would do for or to the team. It's a personal thing for him, not one where he wants to play on the school's team to help them win games. That, to me, is a pretty significant shift in attitude.

I think this kid would be well-served to go and find an indoor soccer league team he could play on. He'd actually be playing and having fun, instead of subjecting himself to torture over and over again. I also suspect he might learn a little something about being part of a team as well.

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Doug on the three hundred small bombs that were set off by Islamofascists in Bangladesh yesterday. "Brown people have mothers too."

Go read the whole thing.

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Just some of the stuff that's currently flitting about in my head.

• Is it just the husband or is it a worldwide male thing that necessitates the stuffing of an umbrella back into its condom-like wrapper? Sort of like the way men always declare WD-40 is the solution to most problems, and if that doesn't work Duct Tape probably will?
• Whenever the Doctor and ML ask me to walk their dog in the day because they'll be out of town, it's a guarantee for poor weather. They're in Dee Cee this week and, of course, today it's raining. Last December when they were tooling around the wine country, it was ten below zero. Earlier this summer when they were biking around Minnesota, it was a hundred degrees outside. Just once would I like to walk their dog when the weather agrees with such an activity.

  At least I get out of watering their plants today.

• The husband and I have been watching "The Complete Bond 1962-1989" on AMC for the past week or so. We'll quit after tonight, because the Roger Moore ones go straight to hell after The Man With the Golden Gun.

  A few observations:

  • I adore the way Sean Connery pronounces Pussy Galore's name in Goldfinger. It just makes me smile.
  • Thunderball is still my hands-down favorite of all of them.

    And this chick is the baddest of the bad Bond Girls.

    

    There shall be no debate on this one, either. My decision is final.

  • You Only Live Twice is the last one that has that lovely early to mid-sixties aesthetic sense that just suits the Bond World so well. George Lazenby never had a chance when they stuffed him into a ruffled tuxedo shirt in the opening scenes of On Her Majesty's Secret Service. It was never going to work. They should have known better.
  • The husband commented last night when we were watching Live and Let Die that he really didn't like how Bond conned Solitaire into giving up her virginity. The husband said it was cheating.

    Is the husband correct? Discuss.

  • Why could they not find one Felix Leiter?

• Why do Jolly Ranchers no longer have hard edges on them? Also, why are they exceedingly sticky nowadays? They seem smaller, too.
• Tide with a "Touch of Downy" is a waste of money. By itself it does not cut down on static cling. And if you use a sheet of Bounce, well, your clothes don't exactly come out smelling like Downy, ya dig? Just buy a bottle of Downy along with the regular Tide.

And that's enough of a peek for you, my devoted Cake Eater readers.

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So, which one's Ponch and which one's Jon?

{Sooper Sekret Message to Steve-o: this just smells like a pshopping opportunity)

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...has been bestowed on Apothegm Designs.

Go and give Phin and Sadie all of your hard earned money to upgrade your blog.

They'll do a fabulous job. Just ask these guys or these guys.

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Hubba hubba, eh?

Emperor Hirohito ordered the unconditional surrender of the Japanese to the Allied forces, thereby ending World War II.

Which, apparently, led to horny sailors playing tonsil hockey with unsuspecting nurses in Times Square.

I suppose if there was ever a time for it, that would have been it.

UPDATE: Go and read about Rob's Uncle Morris, who served in the Navy in the Pacific Theater durng the war.

I'll second Rob's comment: Thanks Uncle Morris!

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