<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:10:59.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blunderford</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-114323729276263776</id><published>2006-03-24T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:54:52.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been meaning to post</title><content type='html'>but, you know, things happen. I'm hoping to post again someday. Not sure when or if that's going to happen. I'm just a cranky old fart, anyway, what am I really adding positive by talking sheets on this blog? Not much, really, so I don't know if I'll be back or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blogging can be kind of fun, but damn if it's not a time waster. We all only have so many hours and minutes to live, and you have to think hard about whether posting pictures of hot chicks and railing away about politics to an audience of people you don't know and can count on one hand is really a good way to spend your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, I pissed off Michelle Malkin for one day, or more likely just provided fodder for her twisted view of the world, but that was fun. Not so much fun that I want to keep showing up day after day to do it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we'll see. You may or may not hear from me again. The good thing about Blogger is, you can always change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't return, know in your hearts that Ernest T. Blunderford will always be your friend. (Unless you're Republican.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-114323729276263776?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114323729276263776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114323729276263776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-been-meaning-to-post.html' title='I&apos;ve been meaning to post'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-114132931442808079</id><published>2006-03-02T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:55:43.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Funky and Perhaps Smelling Funky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/georgeclinton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/georgeclinton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to "doesn't give a fook" in the dictionary is this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-114132931442808079?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132931442808079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132931442808079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-funky-and-perhaps-smelling.html' title='Feeling Funky and Perhaps Smelling Funky'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-114132924193627120</id><published>2006-03-02T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:54:01.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Side of That Chin, Jay Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/dolly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton comes on to Jay Leno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-114132924193627120?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132924193627120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132924193627120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/03/each-side-of-that-chin-jay-baby.html' title='Each Side of That Chin, Jay Baby'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-114132829107569701</id><published>2006-03-02T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:38:11.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Lindsay Lohan's Boob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2004580002-2006100036,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-114132829107569701?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132829107569701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132829107569701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-lindsay-lohans-boob.html' title='Yay! Lindsay Lohan&apos;s Boob!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-114132800130708235</id><published>2006-03-02T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:34:31.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Flush</title><content type='html'>I've got a bunch of pictures I was going to add hilarious captions to, or pictures of hot women that want me, and I've been short on time. So here they all are:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/sweat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/scary.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/sayit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/pierce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/pierce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/stuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/oz.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/minniemickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/minniemickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/glassear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/glassear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/fingers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/cheney.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/bushatwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/bushatwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/amicool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/amicool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-114132800130708235?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132800130708235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132800130708235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/03/picture-flush.html' title='Picture Flush'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-114132712219093642</id><published>2006-03-02T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:18:42.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder He Thought Brownie Was Doing A Helluva Job</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the phrase that says "it's all relative"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure Michael Brown wasn't so hot at his job and a lot of people died in Hurricane Katrina, but at least he seemed to realize what the fook a hurricane can do. The monkey-in-chief, on the other hand, sat there staring ahead and saying "we gotcha covered" in his confident cowboy tone that long ago stopped comforting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is any surprise that while he was lying about no one anticipating the breach of the levees he was secretly thinking to himself, "actually Brownie anticipated that. He's dune a helluva job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, in comparison, Brownie &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; doing a helluva job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://willbardwell.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-think-anyone-anticipated-breach.html" target="_blank"&gt;WillBardwell&lt;/a&gt;: "Ironically, these new tapes seem to suggest that the only person on top of things was, of all people, former FEMA director Michael Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://blog.reidreport.com/2006/03/brownie-points.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Reid Report&lt;/a&gt;: "Not that any of this will sway the dwindling cadre of die-hard Bushies, who apparently can find nothing that the president could do (or fail to do) that would cost him their absolute, prostrate allegiance. It's a bit sad, really, the way they hang on to the man..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://formerspook.blogspot.com/2006/03/tale-of-tape.html" target="_blank"&gt;In From The Cold&lt;/a&gt;: "How was the President supposed to act? The image of the Commander in Chief running around like a chicken with its head chopped off is not the behavior we expect of a President--and it certainly wouldn't inspire confidence in senior aides and other officials who would make key decisions in the hours that followed. A panicked President would have sent exactly the wrong signal, and perhaps led to an even more disjointed response, as a sense of dread and fear spread throughout the ranks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://pc540.blogspot.com/2006/03/videotape-shows-bush-warned-of-grave.html" target="_blank"&gt;PC540&lt;/a&gt;: "Do you in fact think maybe Brown was the one who leaked this information to AP in an attempt to vindicate himself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://caveshadows.typepad.com/parrotcage/2006/03/a_minimalist_pr.html" target="_blank"&gt;Parrot Cage&lt;/a&gt;: "At this key moment of crisis, as preparations were engaged, the President didn't ask a single question of his advisers nor issue a single unique insight or recommendation. This is the Clarence Thomas School of Management. Opening his mouth doesn't exactly inspire confidence, but Bush rarely spares the public that disappointment."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-114132712219093642?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132712219093642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114132712219093642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-wonder-he-thought-brownie-was-doing.html' title='No Wonder He Thought Brownie Was Doing A Helluva Job'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-114045499996263706</id><published>2006-02-20T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:03:23.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Jimmy Carter Siding with the Terrorists?</title><content type='html'>I love Jimmy Carter. He may be the greatest ex-president we've ever had. But &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/02/19/AR2006021901138.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jimmy's talking out his glutes today&lt;/a&gt; in the Washington Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter's making the case that the U.S. &amp;amp; Israel should go easy on the Palestinians despite their electing the terrorists in Hamas to be their leaders. To see how crazy this is, all you have to do is read these sentences from one of Carter's first paragraphs, which presumably he wrote with a straight face (I added the bolding on the particularly-silly line):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Although Hamas won 74 of the 132 parliamentary seats, Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas retains the right to propose and veto legislation, with 88 votes required to override his veto. &lt;strong&gt;With nine of its elected members remaining in prison&lt;/strong&gt;, Hamas has only 65 votes, plus whatever third-party support it can attract.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So Jimmy is telling us that Hamas doesn't really have as much power as it might appear. Why? Because 9 of the people elected are in friggin' jail! Jimmy! They're in jail! We should sit back and be cool when the Palestinians are electing jailed criminals to be their leaders? Yes, I realize that 9 or more of our own country's elected leaders should be in jail, but generally not for murder (although Dick Cheney came close). That's a sign of bad judgement when you elect jailed terrorists to lead you, Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the piece is fairly dry and boring, but one other line jumped out at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The election of Hamas candidates cannot adversely affect genuine peace talks, since such talks have been nonexistent for over five years.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So what are you saying, Jimmy? Since we haven't been able to get any peace anyway, what's the difference if the terrorists are in charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy, you're an agent of peace. But Hamas is not. Don't downplay what they're capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.boomantribune.com/story/2006/2/20/1459/59356" target="_blank"&gt;Booman Tribune&lt;/a&gt;: "Nowhere is the schizophrenia of the Bush administration's attitude toward democracy more evident than in their decision to collude with Israel to deny Palestine with the funding they need (including their own honestly earned tariff revenues) to pay for basic services."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.californiaconservative.org/?p=2342" target="_blank"&gt;California Conservative&lt;/a&gt;: "It’s time to move this doddering old fool from the national stage and into a rest home somewhere that he won’t be a further embarassment to himself and where he can’t kiss up to all of the global tyrants, although there aren’t that many tyrants left that he hasn’t touted as great leaders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://evilbobby.blogspot.com/2006/02/hamas-and-imperative-to-disarm.html" target="_blank"&gt;Evil Bobby&lt;/a&gt;: "Hamas will surely gain funding from other, less peace minded, governments in the region, if they're cut off from all sources of money. Iran for one, will step up in an instant to completely fund Hamas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://holycoast.blogspot.com/2006/02/jimmuh-carter-give-terrorists-chance.html" target="_blank"&gt;Holy Coast&lt;/a&gt;: "Let us all pause for a moment and give thanks that Jimmuh and his like are no longer in positions of power in the United States."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-114045499996263706?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114045499996263706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/114045499996263706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-jimmy-carter-siding-with-terrorists.html' title='Is Jimmy Carter Siding with the Terrorists?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113872677859937050</id><published>2006-01-31T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T08:59:38.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Not My Mom</title><content type='html'>O.K., here's the deal -- when you're talking to me about your mother, please refer to her as "my mother" or "my mom" but not simply as "Mom".  She's not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; mom, she's &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; mom, and she has a proper name, so don't just say "Mom" when referring to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drives me up a fooking wall when you do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113872677859937050?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113872677859937050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113872677859937050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/shes-not-my-mom.html' title='She&apos;s Not My Mom'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113872661450876570</id><published>2006-01-31T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T08:56:54.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Give Up, Lindsay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/lohan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/lohan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/lohan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/lohan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/lohan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/lohan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/lohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/lohan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resisted her for a while, but I'm giving in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113872661450876570?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113872661450876570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113872661450876570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-give-up-lindsay.html' title='I Give Up, Lindsay!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113872639418836065</id><published>2006-01-31T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T08:53:14.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin Chenoweth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/chenoweth.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/chenoweth.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113872639418836065?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113872639418836065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113872639418836065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/kristin-chenoweth.html' title='Kristin Chenoweth'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113872616626179779</id><published>2006-01-31T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T08:49:26.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://overread.blogspot.com/2006/01/horror-horror.html" target="_blank"&gt;Overread&lt;/a&gt;: "I've also discovered that the sandwiches from Quizno's are seemingly marinated in salt, then rolled around in salt, then buttered and covered in a salt glaze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish every bull got a chance to &lt;a href="http://parentheticalremarks.blogspot.com/2006/01/revenge-of-little-bird.html" target="_blank"&gt;do this&lt;/a&gt; before entering the bullring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113872616626179779?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113872616626179779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113872616626179779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/couple-things.html' title='A couple things...'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113813558242838207</id><published>2006-01-24T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:46:22.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray! More Pubes from PETA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/peta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/peta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for PETA most of the time. I like animals and all. But these demonstrations baffle me -- I couldn't care less what they're talking about, I just spend my time looking at the bodies and trying to spot pubic hair, which I can in this shot, yee haba!  Also, this demonstration is in Barcelona, Spain, yet the sign is in English, so no one around can read it. They must have known that Blunderford can't resist the pubes and would put it on his blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113813558242838207?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113813558242838207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113813558242838207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/hooray-more-pubes-from-peta.html' title='Hooray! More Pubes from PETA!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113813512975941411</id><published>2006-01-24T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:38:50.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've seen today</title><content type='html'>Kanye West &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/people_kanye_west" target="_blank"&gt;as Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPN and WB combining to form a &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060124/ap_on_en_tv/tv_network" target="_blank"&gt;bigger network that no one will watch&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://gazettecomicsfan.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-wb-hello-cw.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Comics Fan&lt;/a&gt;: "I wonder, though, whether the end of WB will throw cold water on an Aquaman series that’s being developed by the guys who created 'Smallville.'" I think we're all wondering about that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060124/ap_on_fe_st/cardiac_arrest" target="_blank"&gt;Man Has Cardiac Arrest at Cardiologist Ball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy bit a passenger and then &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060124/ap_on_re_us/passenger_detained" target="_blank"&gt;jumped out of the moving plane&lt;/a&gt; onto the tarmac. Troy Rigby's 15 minutes of fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White House says &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060124/ts_nm/bush_energy_dc" target="_blank"&gt;gas prices still too high&lt;/a&gt;. Friggin geniuses running this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Sharapova &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20060124/sp_wl_afp/tennisopenaussharapovagrunting" target="_blank"&gt;squealing and grunting&lt;/a&gt; may be illegal, but enjoyed by men everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Gore is promising to bore us all to death with &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/01/24/AR2006012400811.html" target="_blank"&gt;another book&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia says British &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/01/23/AR2006012300738.html" target="_blank"&gt;used rock to spy&lt;/a&gt;. I think this happens at Epcot Center as well, but I have no proof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113813512975941411?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113813512975941411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113813512975941411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-ive-seen-today.html' title='what i&apos;ve seen today'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113804629148347785</id><published>2006-01-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:36:18.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>George W. Bush dogged by Pakistanis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/terrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/terrior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unclear exactly what breed of terrior Bush is, but it is definitely a big one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113804629148347785?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113804629148347785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113804629148347785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/george-w-bush-dogged-by-pakistanis.html' title='George W. Bush dogged by Pakistanis'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113804584384415202</id><published>2006-01-23T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:39:21.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Feet in a Meter, How Many Quarts In a Gallon</title><content type='html'>Every so often you need to know certain measurement information that is practically impossible to remember unless you are a goob who likes math. I know you're not, so you need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is Blunderford's guide to common measurement conversions. Feel free to thank me or let me know of other measurements you often forget in the comments below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many feet in a meter? There are 3.28084 feet in a meter, there are 3 feet in a yard. This is why yards are superior to meters. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many cups in a pint? Two&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many pints in a quart? Two.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many cups in a quart? Four.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many quarts in a liter? 1.05669 US quarts. That two liter soda is actually more than two quarts -- it would be like a bonus if that last glass in the bottle wasn't always completely flat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many quarts in a gallon? There are 4 quarts in a gallon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many pounds in a ton? 2000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many feet in a mile? 5,280.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many meters in a mile? Roughly 1609.34. I've never known anyone who actually needed this measurement, but what the hell I thought, throw it in there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many yards in a mile? 1760, a nice round number that again proves the superiority of the yard versus the meter or any other metric B.S.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many teaspoons in a tablespoon? 3. I always think it's two, which explains the taste of the blueberry muffins I'm always whipping up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many ounces in a cup? 8 fluid ounces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many ounces in a gallon? 128 ounces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many ounces in a pound? 16 ounces. The ounces thing always trips me up, and if you look at the word "ounces" for too long, it's hard to believe it's a real word or you start to think you must have spelled it wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many ounces in a ton? 32,000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many times are they gonna give Jenna Elfman her own show before understanding we don't like her? Four.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many more days until George W. Bush is out of office? Don't get me started, pal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many old Vince Vaughans in the new Vince Vaughan? Two. (This would have been funnier if I'd spelled his name right. It's actually Vince Vaughn.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many Halle Berrys in one of Aretha Franklin's breasts? 3.4.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could do this forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113804584384415202?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113804584384415202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113804584384415202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-many-feet-in-meter-how-many-quarts.html' title='How Many Feet in a Meter, How Many Quarts In a Gallon'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113805569363430167</id><published>2006-01-23T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:35:34.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabiana Bertoldi</title><content type='html'>I don't know why everyone's looking for her, but here's a look at &lt;a href="http://www.movinet.com.uy/2002/modelsbooks/default.asp?start=10&amp;amp;modelo=336" target="_blank"&gt;Fabiana Bertoldi&lt;/a&gt;. She looks good, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113805569363430167?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113805569363430167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113805569363430167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/fabiana-bertoldi.html' title='Fabiana Bertoldi'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113716353071547576</id><published>2006-01-13T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T06:45:30.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Cure Depression</title><content type='html'>Feeling depressed? Bush still in the White House, Alito partying like it's 1949, you got in a fight with that lady in the supermarket who cut you off in line, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be a Johnny-Come-Lately, but the answer to beating depression has been under our noses all the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0595094724/103-7061243-3324661?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155" target="_blank"&gt;How to Good-bye Depression: If You Constrict Anus 100 Times Everyday. Malarkey? or Effective Way?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113716353071547576?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113716353071547576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113716353071547576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-to-cure-depression.html' title='How to Cure Depression'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113623411722971255</id><published>2006-01-02T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:05:44.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions for the New Year</title><content type='html'>I've always been one for self-improvement, and as the year rolled over and I looked at the hairy fat that has rolled over the top of my jeans, I decided I needed to make some resolutions for the new year. 2006 is the year that everything changes for Blunderford, when I will be a better man, and the world will grow to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further adieu, or ado, or however you spell that, Blunderford's New Year's Resolutions 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop imitating Asian people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy something from Victoria's Secret to get back on their catalog mailing list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reduce drinking to one six-pack per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy a little rock with the engraving "Peace" or "Let it go" or some other stupid saying designed to bring me inner calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go down to the Army recruiting station and see if they're hard up enough to take a 235-lb., 42-year-old guy with a hairy back, poor eyesight and slow motor skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If #5 fails, consider seeking some other form of employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. See about splicing my neighbor's cable. I've been too lazy on this one, I hear it's really easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Grow my own marijuana instead of being bilked by that motherfu**er Victor. You know you've been gouging me, Victor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be more open-minded. See #10 for an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Put something up my ass. Maybe those gay guys know something I don't. It would be wrong to die without finding out at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to steal any of these resolutions for your own 2006 makeover. And please do let me know of anything you feel might help me become a better person in the new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113623411722971255?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113623411722971255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113623411722971255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolutions-for-new-year.html' title='Resolutions for the New Year'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113623588255590464</id><published>2006-01-02T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:04:42.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Jones Electrocuted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/panties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/panties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early yesterday a short in the microphone caused famed crooner Tom Jones to be electrocuted during his New Year's Day show at the Purple People Casino in Bloomtown, Indiana. Female guests who have become used to such displays in the past showered him with panties and the occasional girdle. Jones lay moaning for 17 minutes before anyone realized electrocution was not part of the act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113623588255590464?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113623588255590464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113623588255590464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/tom-jones-electrocuted.html' title='Tom Jones Electrocuted!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113623555372199138</id><published>2006-01-02T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:59:13.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>George Bush Sr. Deflating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/deflating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/deflating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want anyone to feel bad for me. Everyone has to deflate sometime.  I've had a long, great life and I'm planning on sticking around until the very last bit of air goes out the top of my head."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113623555372199138?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113623555372199138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113623555372199138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2006/01/george-bush-sr-deflating.html' title='George Bush Sr. Deflating!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113589077364063341</id><published>2005-12-29T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:12:53.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush Team Rethinks Its Plan for Recovery</title><content type='html'>It's been a rough year for George W. Bush. But it appears the Bush team has the winning strategy to &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/12/28/AR2005122801517.html" target="_blank"&gt;turn things around&lt;/a&gt; in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blame Howard Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dismiss spying scandal by reminding Americans we're "only eavesdropping on the A-rabs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Indict Patrick Fitzgerald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rename Iraq and get the hell out while everyone's busy putting up the "Welcome to West Iran" signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop talking out of our asses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113589077364063341?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113589077364063341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113589077364063341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/12/bush-team-rethinks-its-plan-for.html' title='Bush Team Rethinks Its Plan for Recovery'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113588976876641744</id><published>2005-12-29T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:56:08.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like God Made Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/torispelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/torispelling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori Spelling would like nothing better than for you to believe those are her natural breasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113588976876641744?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113588976876641744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113588976876641744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-like-god-made-her.html' title='Just Like God Made Her'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113588963358499066</id><published>2005-12-29T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:53:53.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Reminds Me of My Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/fishwife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/fishwife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fish with two mouths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113588963358499066?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113588963358499066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113588963358499066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-reminds-me-of-my-wife.html' title='This Reminds Me of My Wife'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113517800159284268</id><published>2005-12-21T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T07:13:21.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocker: New Yorkers Hit Each Other During Transit Strike</title><content type='html'>Poor old New Yorkers. The trains don't run and they act like &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/12/20/AR2005122000153.html" target="_blank"&gt;it's the end of the world&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It makes you confused," said Sera Hargrevas, an interior designer who figured she would walk 150 blocks before the day was done. "I can't deal with anything else but walking right now. Everything is so crowded. People are so angry -- they are hitting you and they don't even apologize. . . . I'm a little tense."&lt;/blockquote&gt;In my experience, New Yorkers regularly hit you and don't apologize--don't blame the transit strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I spent the last two hours walking and the first 30 minutes trying to figure out how to get there," Profumo said Tuesday afternoon as he reached the halfway point. "I had to ask somebody where Broadway was -- and I grew up here."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I should give this guy a break, because he's only 16, but I won't because that's the kind of person I am. If you grew up in the damn city, figure out the local geography instead of putting it all in the hands of transit workers to get you where you're going. What do you do when the lights go out? Curse the electric company workers or go get a flashlight for God's sake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some judge is fining the transit workers a million dollars a day because it's illegal for public employees to strike. That'll help get things resolved. Did you think they didn't know it was "illegal," judge? You've got a transit strike because the transit workers obviously decided it was the only way to get some leverage and get treated better. If it's illegal to strike when you can't get a contract, what's the point of having a union in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News flash, New Yorkers: your city is not the center of the universe, and each one of you is not the center of the universe, either, though in my experience most of you believe otherwise. Things are tough all over. Maybe you should call up the mayor and tell him to give the workers what they want instead of making them look like the bad guys -- or would it be too much trouble to switch off your iPod or stop obsessively checking your BlackBerry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on your hat and your gloves and start walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://nyc.metblogs.com/archives/2005/12/commuter_strike.phtml" target="_blank"&gt;Metroblogging NYC&lt;/a&gt;: "All in all another day starts at work. There is 100 % attendance, and people in our office come from everywhere.....all the 5 boros and from Jersey and Conneticut. All in. Thats the NYC spirit. Fuck the subway !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.thatguitarman.com/archives/2005/12/onward.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;David Ippolito&lt;/a&gt;: "(It's really, really tough to pick a side to root for, or against, in this one, isn't it?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.moonbattery.com/archives/2005/12/new_york_city_s.html" target="_blank"&gt;Moonbattery&lt;/a&gt;: "This crisis could actually be a great opportunity for the city, allowing it to put an end to the transit union shakedown cycle. New York needs to strike a blow against moonbattery by firing the bums immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://susiemadrak.com/2005/12/21/09/10/solidarity-3/" target="_blank"&gt;Suburban Guerilla&lt;/a&gt;: "It always amazes me that so-called liberals are so indifferent – or hostile – to strikers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://pantrygirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/nyc-transit-strike-now-what.html" target="_blank"&gt;Now What?&lt;/a&gt;: "I honestly think this strike is happening because they know I’m out of birth control and I seriously need to see my doctor."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113517800159284268?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113517800159284268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113517800159284268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/12/shocker-new-yorkers-hit-each-other.html' title='Shocker: New Yorkers Hit Each Other During Transit Strike'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113513158548859656</id><published>2005-12-20T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:19:45.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this Kate Beckinsale?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/beckinsale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/beckinsale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know who she is, but I can surely imagine myself licking that left shoulder and perhaps even down into the armpit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113513158548859656?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113513158548859656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113513158548859656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-is-this-kate-beckinsale.html' title='Who is this Kate Beckinsale?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113513145470045853</id><published>2005-12-20T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:17:34.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keira Knightley, Young Enough to Be My Daughter, So What's Your Point?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/keira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/keira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blunderford, your back's not nearly as hairy as you said. Get on over here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113513145470045853?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113513145470045853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113513145470045853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/12/keira-knightley-young-enough-to-be-my.html' title='Keira Knightley, Young Enough to Be My Daughter, So What&apos;s Your Point?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113513114557264589</id><published>2005-12-20T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:12:25.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlize Theron, Weary Miner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/theronminer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/theronminer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, Charlize, we almost believe you're a miner. It's going to take more than a chick mullet to convince us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113513114557264589?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113513114557264589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113513114557264589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/12/charlize-theron-weary-miner.html' title='Charlize Theron, Weary Miner'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113277443743249186</id><published>2005-11-23T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:33:57.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Carey's Boobs Should Stay In Their Cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/mariah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/mariah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's not even attractive.  This is like seeing my mom's boobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113277443743249186?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113277443743249186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113277443743249186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/mariah-careys-boobs-should-stay-in.html' title='Mariah Carey&apos;s Boobs Should Stay In Their Cave'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113200699250123616</id><published>2005-11-14T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:43:14.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Won't Be Able to Set My Curfew When You're Dead</title><content type='html'>Parents, the stakes have been raised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that your children would simply hate you throughout their teen years while you struggled to keep them from becoming complete animals and/or mothering/fathering children as a result of having sex in your rumpus room, also known as the humpus room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that you fathers scared away particularly skeezy boy suitors through glowering looks and by reducing communication to surly grunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise up, Mom and Dad! Your old-school parenting style can now get you killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/14/AR2005111400139.html" target="_blank"&gt;Just ask Michael and Cathryn Borden. Well, you can't, actually -- they're dead.&lt;/a&gt; Maybe you could ask David Ludwig and Kara Beth Borden instead. Young Kara comes home late at age 14, gets in trouble from Mom and Dad, and her 18-year-old secret boyfriend says, "I'm going to shoot that mother... And that father, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he offs them and takes Kara on a ride that may or may not be forced, to Indiana, where three straight hours of cornfields and cop chases finally ends in the twisted Romeo and Juliet smashing into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want it to happen to you? Yours truly is here to help, with Blunderford's 7 How-To-Stay-Alive Parenting Commandments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't mouth off to your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Share. Leave your wallet open on the kitchen counter -- this is a family, not a dictatorship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No comments about children's clothing. Exposed vaginas are in this year, so keep your trap shut about it. Maybe your prissy little mini-skirts will come back again, but don't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay the kids' cell phone bills promptly. Nothing pisses them off more than their cellie being cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pretend not to notice when you overhear your teen's conversations about threesomes or "friends with benefits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Put in a swimming pool, for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be flexible! Add more rules to this list based on your child's individual demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2005/11/14/police-capture-teen-murder-suspect/" target="_blank"&gt;Psych Central&lt;/a&gt;: links to the blogs and Web pages of Ludwig and Borden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113200699250123616?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113200699250123616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113200699250123616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-wont-be-able-to-set-my-curfew-when.html' title='You Won&apos;t Be Able to Set My Curfew When You&apos;re Dead'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113200471070331891</id><published>2005-11-14T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:45:10.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ozzie Guillen Comes Out of the Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/oz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "They think I'm crazy, but I'm just crazy in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113200471070331891?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113200471070331891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113200471070331891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/ozzie-guillen-comes-out-of-closet.html' title='Ozzie Guillen Comes Out of the Closet'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113200456455409691</id><published>2005-11-14T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:42:44.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet Jackson Comes Clean on Mystery Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Janet Jackson and her ex-husband Sherman Klump were all smiles today at a hastily-arranged press conference.  Jackson admitted that the short-lived relationship between she and Klump had produced a daughter, Cletus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113200456455409691?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113200456455409691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113200456455409691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/janet-jackson-comes-clean-on-mystery.html' title='Janet Jackson Comes Clean on Mystery Child'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113200397896726363</id><published>2005-11-14T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:34:23.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dalai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/dalai.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/dalai.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On tour with the Dalai Lama... &lt;p&gt;"I'm opening a can of whoop-ass on the next one of you jokers that screams for 'Freebird.'"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113200397896726363?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113200397896726363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113200397896726363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-dalai.html' title='Hello Dalai'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113140290817844059</id><published>2005-11-07T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:41:23.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen Yers Gaze At Their Navels and Like What They See</title><content type='html'>USA Today has an article about &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/money/workplace/2005-11-06-gen-y_x.htm" target="_blank"&gt;"Generation Y" hitting the workplace.&lt;/a&gt; As you might guess, the reporter and a handful of Gen Yers themselves describe this new generation of workers as a bunch of spoiled brats who are going to change the world, so the old fart dinosaurs should just hand over the keys to the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Get ready, because this generation — whose members have not yet hit 30 — is different from any that have come before."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Uh, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This age group is moving into the labor force during a time of major demographic change, as companies around the USA face an aging workforce. Sixty-year-olds are working beside 20-year-olds.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Holy crap! Never before in history have old people worked with young people! And 60 is ancient. I thought you had to retire at 42!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Generation Y is much less likely to respond to the traditional command-and-control type of management still popular in much of today's workforce," says Jordan Kaplan, an associate managerial science professor at Long Island University-Brooklyn in New York.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gimme a break. If the economy was good, like it was about 5 years back, Gen Y could get all proud and sassy, but right now if they want to keep a job, they'll learn to handle the "command-and-control" workplace just fine. Assuming they're not still being bankrolled by their parents that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite line of this annoying article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"They're like Generation X on steroids."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Every paper in the country is going to do an annoying profile on the Gen Yers soon -- hell, they've been waiting to do it ever since the Gen Xers got too old and started acting too much like normal adults to be called slackers anymore. It's low-hanging fruit. Make a bunch of generalizations about a "generation" (and I'm not sure who gets to decide when a generation starts and stops), write a story about how they're so very different from the last generation, and then don't talk much more about it because in a few years they won't be that much different than the previous generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, younger workers are always going to be different than older ones, and the difference will magnify the greater the generation gap between two individuals. But to act as if a "young, smart, brash" generation is swarming the workplace, wearing "flip-flops to the office" or listening "to iPods at their desk" and turning the business world upside down is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this we're-so-different-and-clever-and-fresh attitude that helped dot-coms collapse under the weight of their foosball tables and unworkable business plans. I'll believe in the new generational revolution when I see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113140290817844059?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113140290817844059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113140290817844059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/gen-yers-gaze-at-their-navels-and-like.html' title='Gen Yers Gaze At Their Navels and Like What They See'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113140104186816495</id><published>2005-11-07T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:04:01.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chick time</title><content type='html'>I'm behind on my chicks. I can't be having photos of John McEnroe as the highlight of the blog. Here's some Latin Playboy chicks, thanks to your good friends at Reuters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/playboy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/playboy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/playboy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/playboy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/playboy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/playboy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/playboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/playboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the last one the best. You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113140104186816495?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113140104186816495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113140104186816495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/chick-time.html' title='chick time'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113140079519375948</id><published>2005-11-07T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:59:55.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mechanical Turk Can Make You Rich!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So there's this new Mechanical Turk program from Amazon that has a bit of a buzz going. Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Software developers and others put up repetitive tasks that require almost no skill such as looking at pictures and telling if there is a blue car in the snapshot. Because a computer can't do this, someone has to, so that someone could be you. So far, the employers pay around 3 cents per "HIT" -- in my example, each picture you look at and correctly identify the presence of a blue car is a "HIT" that will net you three cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You get an hour to do as many as you can, at least to start. If you're really quick, you might make $5-7 in that hour, but you'll be working your buns off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You die of boredom, or exhaustion, or a lethal mix of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people unable to move because they weigh 700 pounds, this might be a good program. They can earn some money while not having to move (which they can't), so it's better than a job that requires them to move (which they can't). Otherwise, the program looks like it will work well only for people who are too stupid to do the math in their heads and figure out just how hard they would have to work to make even minimum wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course it could work well for Amazon, who gets a cut somewhere in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitalism is an awesome thing. Throw in the words "artificial intelligence" and "make money" and you can get everyone over the age of two to wet their pants in amazement. (Those under two are wetting their pants as well, but they always do that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.roughtype.com/archives/2005/11/hits_for_hal.php" target="'_blank"&gt;Rough Type&lt;/a&gt;: "Amazon's Mechanical Turk uses the capacity explicitly, turning people into a "human layer" in software." (And God knows we've all wanted to be software at one time or another, yes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.blog.speculist.com/archives/000527.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Speculist&lt;/a&gt;: "I knew it was just a matter of time before lazy, spoiled computers started palming work off on us. If I've said it once, I've said it a dozen times: this is what happens when you coddle them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://squelly.wordpress.com/2005/11/07/making-money-with-mechanical-turk-unlikely/" target="_blank"&gt;Squelly&lt;/a&gt;: "I could make between $4.50 and $5.00 an hour. w00t! So what’s the point? Why waste my time for near third-world wage? The tasks HAVE to come up in price/value for it to be worthwhile. It could be. Amazon COULD be the envelope-stuffing-work-from-home alternative for the unskilled with a computer…. ‘Cause there must be millions of thse folks waiting around."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113140079519375948?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113140079519375948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113140079519375948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/mechanical-turk-can-make-you-rich.html' title='Mechanical Turk Can Make You Rich!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113096538647546238</id><published>2005-11-02T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:44:50.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule 21: Kiss Bill Frist's Ass Or He Will Cry BooHooBooBoo</title><content type='html'>In Major League Baseball, &lt;a href="http://www.baseball1.com/bb-data/rose/rule21.html" target="_blank"&gt;Rule 21&lt;/a&gt; basically states that it's not OK for a team or player to purposely lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard about the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/linkset/2005/04/11/LI2005041100879.html" target="_blank"&gt;Democrats and Rule 21&lt;/a&gt;, I assumed they had broken this rule and were actually attempting to win something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crapoly! I was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rules.senate.gov/senaterules/rule21.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senate Rule 21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On a motion made and seconded to close the doors of the Senate, on the discussion of any business which may, in the opinion of a Senator, require secrecy, the Presiding Officer shall direct the galleries to be cleared; and during the discussion of such motion the doors shall remain closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When the Senate meets in closed session, any applicable provisions of rules XXIX and XXXI, including the confidentiality of information shall apply to any information and to the conduct of any debate transacted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on the surface, invoking Rule 21 doesn't appear to be all that big of a deal. But the U.S. Senate is full of a bunch of aristocratic snobs who believe they are God's gift to America, and they get quite huffy if someone doesn't act genteel and proper or, of course, doesn't kiss Bill Frist's ass. (I've heard they even have For Senators Only signs over the morning donuts to remind the little people they are unworthy of fresh bakery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Harry Reid gets up and says he wants to use Rule 21 to close the Senate doors, chase out the media and assorted lackeys, and talk about what the fook is up with this supposed report on how the fook we got into Iraq when every single person with any power knew full well that it was bullsheets and went along with it anyway. Covering up Scooter Libby's lying ass with a new Supreme Court justice named Scalito was a tricky move, but Reid wasn't having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how Willie Frist carried on! He couldn't believe the audacity, the sheer ballsiness of using the dreaded Rule 21 without Reid telling him it was coming! Using the rules to get important questions answered is simply not done in the U.S. Senate! How can Bill Frist ever trust Harry Reid again, despite the fact he couldn't give a rat's ass what loser-party Harry Reid has to say anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this B.S. is just theatrics, of course, but the media jumped all over it, because they've got a lot of space to fill and people like fights, even if they can't understand what the fook the fight is about. If Harry Reid made them dim the lights in the Senate and Bill Frist wet his trousers over it, that's news, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it doesn't mean crap, but it's good to see some fight in the Democratic dog, even if it's mostly of the yappy poodle variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.waveflux.net/archives/001985.php" target="_blank"&gt;Waveflux&lt;/a&gt;: "All those awful goings-on in the Senate yesterday gave Missouri's Kit Bond a tummy-ache: 'Republicans are outraged,' Sen. Christopher Bond (R-Mo.) reported. "I just ate lunch, and it's upset my stomach.' Bond's gut is calm enough when he's voting to support torture. Funny, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://gail-davis.com/GDFldr/History2005Nov/GailOnline_MyBlog-20051102.htm#KarenUhlich" target="_blank"&gt;The Arizona Eclectic&lt;/a&gt;: "Isn't it interesting how Republicans can dish out the criticism (often, if not always, lies) but if a Democrat does something perfectily legal and straight forward that a Repug doesn't like -- watch out. Out comes the tantrum (like with Fristy-baby's reaction to the use of Rule 21)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.culturefreak.com/blog-cabin/archives/2005/11/dems_grow_a_pai.html" target="_blank"&gt;Culture Freak&lt;/a&gt;: "Who would have guessed that Harry Reid would grow a pair and catch Bill Frist and the GOP off guard, let alone make them cry like little girls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://ostroyreport.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-reids-rule-21-action-is-huge-for.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Ostroy Report&lt;/a&gt;: "it's a bold message to the GOP that we'll no longer lie down and let it run the country recklessly and without accountability and public scrutiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://rightfromleft.blogspot.com/2005/11/rule-21-part-iii.html" target="_blank"&gt;Right from Left&lt;/a&gt;: "Reid and his grumpy band of whiners made themselves look ridiculous yet again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113096538647546238?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113096538647546238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113096538647546238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/rule-21-kiss-bill-frists-ass-or-he.html' title='Rule 21: Kiss Bill Frist&apos;s Ass Or He Will Cry BooHooBooBoo'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113096770341446499</id><published>2005-11-02T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:41:43.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Halloween Costume You Will Ever See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/mcenroe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/mcenroe.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McEnroe as his younger self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113096770341446499?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113096770341446499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113096770341446499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/best-halloween-costume-you-will-ever.html' title='Best Halloween Costume You Will Ever See'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113096759138149510</id><published>2005-11-02T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:39:51.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocking the Avian Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/avianflu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/avianflu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's just asking for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113096759138149510?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113096759138149510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113096759138149510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/11/mocking-avian-flu.html' title='Mocking the Avian Flu'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113079691747851407</id><published>2005-10-31T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:16:13.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maureen Dowd Wants Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/dowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/dowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Men aren't necessary, but, you, Blunderford, are so much more than a man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be afraid of Maureen Dowd. I thought she was a woman I couldn't handle, with that lethal combination of biting sarcasm and prim white pearls around her neck. I knew that MoDo had no need for me or my gender, and wanted a world made up only of herself, Alfre Woodard, Helena Bonham Carter and maybe Joan Cusack for comic relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've changed my mind. Now I know different: Maureen Dowd wants me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two signs in particular have shown themselves, lighting the path toward this truth. First, I stumbled upon an old interview Ms. Dowd did with Jon Stewart, our modern answer to Jimmy Stewart, or perhaps Stewart Smalley. In it, Ms. Dowd showed those silky legs to their best effect, her fire-red hair calling out me -- "Blunderford, I am fierce, yet I am woman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Maureen, you cunning vixen, a new book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0399153322/103-2000471-2605460" target="_blank"&gt;Are Men Necessary?&lt;/a&gt;, which at first glance seems to confirm all my worst fears. And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I know that in calling for a world without men, Maureen Dowd is simply trying to subjugate her very strongest desires in the name of keeping her street cred with the bald feminists of Main Street America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet a book cover featuring an alluring heroine in red dress and red hair -- representing Dowd herself, no doubt -- pretending to read her book but so obviously glancing amorously at a rugged man in a fedora and five 'o clock shadow. A man who looks suspiciously like yours truly, Blunderford Matthew Hensley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet while Maureen Dowd tries to be strong, she so obviously puts forth an image she can not live up to, an image of a woman who does not need the strong arms of a man to hold her tight, a woman who does not need the bread left open with no twist tie, a woman who does not want, need or desire a sweaty, snoring behemoth to roll on to her in the morning with stink breath and say, "My dick hurts for you, baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it is all a lie. I know that MoDo will someday soon melt into my arms and say, "I love you, Blunderford. Are there any more Oreos left in your pocket for a small-town girl with a heart of gold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will smile... and offer her my Double-Stuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thoughts on Maureen Dowd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://sigcarlfred.blogspot.com/2005/10/modos-missing-mojo-and-technical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sigmund, Carl and Alfred&lt;/a&gt;: "Would you want this woman marrying your brother, son, or anyone else in your family? Would you want her influencing children?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://myamusementpark.blogspot.com/2005/10/moron-dowd_113078454224523852.html" target="_blank"&gt;my amusement park&lt;/a&gt;: "Let me preface this post by saying that I know everyone's going to be talking about how Maureen Dowd's a moron now, but I've been saying it for years. Years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.instapunk.com/#IP648" target="_blank"&gt;Instapunk&lt;/a&gt;: " suppose her preferred line of attack is that men aren't necessary, that the world would be better off if women -- especially smart women -- were artificially inseminated like dairy cows and free to bring up their smart female-only progeny in a one-sex society. That way, female IQs could keep going up while the male population dwindled away to nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://feministing.com/archives/002214.html" target="_blank"&gt;feministing&lt;/a&gt;: "Really, is Dowd so egotistical to think that only certain “successful” women determine current gender relations? Perhaps if she expanded her circle of friends--or actually tried to interview the lowly secretaries, assistants, and nannies who are supposedly stealing up all of the men--Dowd would see that the future of feminism goes beyond her backyard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://echidneofthesnakes.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_echidneofthesnakes_archive.html#113046374913722817" target="_blank"&gt;Echidne of the Snakes&lt;/a&gt;: "You may have noticed that I am angry at Maureen, and this is indeed the case. I'm fuming, and not because she is not a feminist. I always knew that Maureen was no sister at all, and in any case goddesses don't have sisters as such. But I am really pissed off at all those story-tellers who make up trends from whole cloth and then bemoan the existence of this trend they have just created."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113079691747851407?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113079691747851407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113079691747851407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/maureen-dowd-wants-me.html' title='Maureen Dowd Wants Me'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113079237289028681</id><published>2005-10-31T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:00:10.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicks Dig Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/oily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/oily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I may have 7 chins, but Exxon made $100 billion kazillion dollars last quarter. Guess which one of us is going to have a hot model on his arm tonight?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113079237289028681?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113079237289028681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113079237289028681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/chicks-dig-me.html' title='Chicks Dig Me'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113053546789466027</id><published>2005-10-28T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:37:47.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Like It, Like It, Like It on Your Table, Table, Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/thisclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/thisclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Don't worry. I'm this close to getting Rove's ass in a sling, too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sure, I'm disappointed it was only Lewis Libby, aka Scooter Libby to the members of his crime family, but I have faith in this Fitzgerald. He's going after Rove for bigger stuff &amp;amp; he will be sent down the river. Then, only Bush and Cheney to go. How many have to get sent to jail before someone with a brain is next in line to the throne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.captainsquartersblog.com/mt/archives/005686.php" target="_blank"&gt;Captain's Quarters&lt;/a&gt;: "A mighty thin Fitzmas indeed. Anyone celebrating this as more significant than the fruits of stupidity needs to develop more outside interests, like philately or cycling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113053546789466027?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113053546789466027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113053546789466027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-will-like-it-like-it-like-it-on.html' title='You Will Like It, Like It, Like It on Your Table, Table, Table'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113018692560996019</id><published>2005-10-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:48:45.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin the mullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/hanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/hanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanks proves that all of us will have a mid-life crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113018692560996019?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113018692560996019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113018692560996019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/workin-mullet.html' title='Workin the mullet'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113018681818281243</id><published>2005-10-24T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:49:41.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ladies of Prussian Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/bette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/bette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite what I had expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113018681818281243?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113018681818281243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113018681818281243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/ladies-of-prussian-blue.html' title='The Ladies of Prussian Blue'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-113018484697693542</id><published>2005-10-24T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:30:20.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny for Prussian Blue</title><content type='html'>If you aren't familiar with Prussian Blue (and you know you are, you dirty old racist pig), they are a couple of the cutest little musical twin supremacists you're likely to see, and if ABC thinks &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=1231684&amp;amp;page=1" target="_blank"&gt;it's OK to get suckered into give them PrimeTime attention&lt;/a&gt;, then I do, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prussian Blue gives proof to the fact that if you package it right, you can get a few fat white guys to &lt;a href="http://prussianbluefan.blogspot.com/2005/10/hammerfest-2005.html" target="_blank"&gt;show up to stand in a field and ogle 13-year-olds&lt;/a&gt; and say "I hate them niggers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;a href="http://prussianblue.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Prussian Blue Web site&lt;/a&gt;, "The early release of a sample from the song, “The Stranger,” a musical adaptation of a Rudyard Kipling poem, is causing quite a stir on the racialist music scene." That's really amazing, because we all know how discriminating (pardon the pun) the racialist music scene can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about comparisons to the Olsen twins, Lynx and Lamb said in unison, "Oh, like, absolutely. We're working on a TV show called 'Full Stalag', and Lynx already has bulimia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the rationale for putting this little cult of pathetic whities on a network news show just because some demented parents decided their twin beauties could be the pinup girls for a "movement" that ain't movin'. Is ABC so starved for programming that they have to chase down every freak show that puts up a Web site and says something controversial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, maybe I could get them to do a segment on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://theshowradio.blogspot.com/2005/10/live-hot-blonde-nude-white-supremacism.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Show&lt;/a&gt;: "I do have to admit, though, the Happy Hitler baby tees are pretty adorable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://anti-strib.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid-white-people-part-of-being.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-Strib&lt;/a&gt;: "These jerks just add fuel to the NAACP’s accusations that all white people are racist. They not only damage race relations, they make all white people look like potential 1870 Klan members."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://moderntribalist.blogspot.com/2005/10/prussian-blue-and-white-nationalism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Modern Tribalist&lt;/a&gt;: "Of course, if these girls were black and praising everything African then the liberal media would be saying how wonderful it was that these teenagers were taking pride in their heritage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://mesmerizationeclipse.blogspot.com/2005/10/nazi-olsen-twins.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mesmerization Eclipse&lt;/a&gt;: "Prussian Blue might be my new favorite band. Or they would be, were I a paranoid, delusional, self-hating asshole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mesmerizationeclipse.blogspot.com/2005/10/nazi-olsen-twins.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-113018484697693542?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113018484697693542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/113018484697693542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/horny-for-prussian-blue.html' title='Horny for Prussian Blue'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112992837727161441</id><published>2005-10-21T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:02:52.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Care What They Say, My Roids Need to Air Dry</title><content type='html'>My mother-in-law is such a bitch. Look at her, &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ucda/20051019/lf_ucda/mansexcusefornuditydoesntwashwithwife" target="_blank"&gt;she wrote to Dear Abby about me&lt;/a&gt;, like that's such a great way to keep my marriage harmonius:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;DEAR ABBY: My son-in-law insists on walking around naked after his shower. He claims that he's hot and must let his hemorrhoids air-dry. Abby, this man has four children, three of whom are girls ages 9, 7 and 4. My daughter has done everything from plead to scream to get him to stop this habit, yet he still emerges from the bathroom with the announcement, "Turn your heads, girls, I'm naked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can my daughter do to get him to understand how potentially dangerous this is? -- DISGUSTED IN JAMESON, MO.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'll tell you what your daughter can do, Esther. She could get a fooking job so I don't have to sit on my ass all day in a cubicle staring at numbers until my eyes are as dry as I think you know what and sifting through 50,000 e-mails from my poophead co-workers who think every joke and tear-jerker life lesson that hits their inbox has to be passed along and making chitchat with my so-called boss who doesn't know his ass from his A: drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roids are killing me -- I didn't say anything when you had your dam liposuction, just pretended like I didn't even notice, made a couple comments like "I like your new hairstyle" when I knew full well you'd had 60 tons of flab sucked out of your hips, belly, and your upper and lower cheeks if you catch my drift -- so keep your trap shut too how bout?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, "Mom", as you insist I call you as if my own mother doesn't exist? Your daughter hates you and we're working hard to make sure Shanna, Alexandra and Chloe hate you, too, because they couldn't care less if their dad walks around naked because we've made it pretty dam clear to them that this is the way God made us and intended us to look unless it got below 40 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO KEEP YOUR NOSE OUT OF OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS! THAT'S WHY BOB LEFT YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE! NOW YOU'RE ABOUT TO LOSE YOUR DAUGHTERS AND YOUR GRANDDAUGHTERS TOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112992837727161441?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112992837727161441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112992837727161441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-care-what-they-say-my-roids.html' title='I Don&apos;t Care What They Say, My Roids Need to Air Dry'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112992873362213891</id><published>2005-10-21T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:06:08.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodman coming back to the NBA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/rodman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/rodman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News reports say Dennis Rodman, above, may want another go at the NBA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112992873362213891?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112992873362213891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112992873362213891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/rodman-coming-back-to-nba.html' title='Rodman coming back to the NBA?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112984320028136250</id><published>2005-10-20T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:31:27.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Howdy DeLay Time, It's Howdy DeLay Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/delay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/delay1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/ellis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/ellis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first shot is &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/20/AR2005102000248.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tom DeLay, indicted for being a general all-around prick&lt;/a&gt;. Second, Jim Ellis, executive director of Americans for a Republican Majority Political Action Committee, also arrested. It's not fair to judge a book by its cover, but I say they're both guilty! Guilty, guilty, guilty! Ha, ha, ha, hee ho ho huuu!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/lawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/lawyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this here is Delay's lawyer, so you know he's going down the river soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.thepoliticalpitbull.net/blog/_archives/2005/10/20/1313046.html" target="_blank"&gt;Political Pit Bull&lt;/a&gt;: "Tom DeLay's mug shot is one of the best I have ever seen. He should really consider using it for his license."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112984320028136250?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112984320028136250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112984320028136250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-howdy-delay-time-its-howdy-delay.html' title='It&apos;s Howdy DeLay Time, It&apos;s Howdy DeLay Time'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112975664744289738</id><published>2005-10-19T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:17:27.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming for a Caption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/fingers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine: "I know what you're thinking, but this is actually the size of one of my balls."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112975664744289738?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975664744289738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975664744289738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/screaming-for-caption.html' title='Screaming for a Caption'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112975651996547365</id><published>2005-10-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:15:19.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/this.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been falling short of my hot chick quota. Here's a couple, I mean, here's one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112975651996547365?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975651996547365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975651996547365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/simply-because.html' title='Simply Because'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112975638225576446</id><published>2005-10-19T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:13:30.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of Merv Griffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/merv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/merv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val Kilmer and Robert Downey Jr. portray Merv Griffin and Johnny Depp in the new film "Fear and Loathing and How About Some More of That Lobster and A Bottle of Wine and What's for Dessert Because I Could Eat A Horse"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112975638225576446?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975638225576446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975638225576446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/son-of-merv-griffin.html' title='Son of Merv Griffin'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112975538286564575</id><published>2005-10-19T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:58:27.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White House: U.S. Unprepared for Just About Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/sweat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/sweat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/19/AR2005101901018.html" target="_blank"&gt;Master of the obvious&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff acknowledged today that the Federal Emergency Management Agency was "overwhelmed" by Hurricane Katrina and called for a buildup of the government's "preparedness capability" to deal with major natural disasters and terrorist attacks.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the next test of that preparedness capability may come this weekend, as Hurricane Wilma, measured as the strongest hurricane ever in the Atlantic Ocean, heads for Florida. Are the admissions of failure too little, too late to make the changes necessary in dealing with the potential aftermath of another Category 5 hurricane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When President George W. Bush was asked about Hurricane Wilma, he bit his lip, looked somber and said, "God is good, and the people of the Atlantic Ocean are good, and we will rebuild the ocean and the ocean peoples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When informed that Wilma was actually still on her way to shore, Bush chuckled and said, "Well, then let's get that Bam-Bam fella down there to turn her back, right? Heh, heh. He's a strong one in't he?" The president looked around and winked as Harriet Miers guffawed in the corner and sputtered, "Oh, Mr. President, you are just the funniest of the funniest and the bestest of the bestest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Florida put their heads between their legs and kissed their asses goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112975538286564575?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975538286564575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975538286564575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/white-house-us-unprepared-for-just.html' title='White House: U.S. Unprepared for Just About Everything'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112975427256839769</id><published>2005-10-19T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:37:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/dem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/dem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bruce &amp; I are thinking of naming it Ashton."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112975427256839769?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975427256839769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975427256839769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/easy-joke.html' title='Easy Joke'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112975415666449531</id><published>2005-10-19T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:35:56.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bono, How Could You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/bono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/bono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've always wanted to meet a real rock star, and you're the biggest of them all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, thanks, Bono."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112975415666449531?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975415666449531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112975415666449531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/bono-how-could-you.html' title='Bono, How Could You?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112967022424531578</id><published>2005-10-18T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:17:04.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the Fook Is John Hannah?</title><content type='html'>I want Karl Rove to go down, I'll even take Scooter Libby, but &lt;a href="http://aliasdictus.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-white-house-snitch-is.html" target="_blank"&gt;John Hannah&lt;/a&gt;? Who's he? It's not the same guy who played for the Patriots way back when, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you have to go after the people that actually did things wrong, but if John Hannah ends up being the extent of this Valerie Plame deal, Blunderford will not be a happy camper. We all know Rove has his tentacles all over this sheet, and if they've woven a Web that spits him back out into the White House smelling like a rosy turd blossom, I'm going to heave up the pork 'n beans I enjoyed so much for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're talking about &lt;a href="http://www.usnews.com/usnews/news/articles/051018/18whwatch.htm?track=rss" target="_blank"&gt;Cheney resigning&lt;/a&gt;. That's more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://brainsandeggs.blogspot.com/2005/10/cheney-aide-flips-and-dick-thinks.html" target="_blank"&gt;Brain and Eggs&lt;/a&gt;: "There have been rumors on the Internets for quite some time that Big Time Dick would pull the plug on himself and that the 2008 GOP heir apparent would assume the vice-presidency. Even with Dubya's loyalty to fealty, and the amount of sense this actually makes for Republican prospects of holding the White House for twelve years, I don't think Dr. James Dobson would allow a pro-choice African-American female to be promoted. Now... Rick Santorum? More like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://d-day.blogspot.com/2005/10/tantalizing.html" target="_blank"&gt;d-day&lt;/a&gt;: "Hannah was mentioned in Joseph Wilson's memoir as the perfect patsy, a guy who could do the dirty work so the big boys could keep their hands clean. If he's flipped we're in for a wild ride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://strata-sphere.com/blog/index.php/archives/802" target="_blank"&gt;The Strata-Sphere&lt;/a&gt;: "If the democrats thought going after Clinton in peace time hurt the reps - boy wait until they see what happens if they go after Bush and Cheney during a time of war on this silliness. Let’s hope Fitzgerald is a truly serious prosecutor and not out to become the champion of the lunatic left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://churchofthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-sweet-irony.html" target="_blank"&gt;Church of the Front Porch&lt;/a&gt;: "What sweet irony that a creep on loan to Cheney from Bush's best pal John Bolton may bring down the House of Bush."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112967022424531578?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112967022424531578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112967022424531578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-fook-is-john-hannah.html' title='Who the Fook Is John Hannah?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112966815875319229</id><published>2005-10-18T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:42:38.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underpants and Running Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/underpants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/underpants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason sex is generally done in darkened rooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112966815875319229?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112966815875319229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112966815875319229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/underpants-and-running-shoes.html' title='Underpants and Running Shoes'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112966807105488340</id><published>2005-10-18T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:43:29.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Room!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/thekiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/thekiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bush Sr. and Barbara Bush make out at the Houston Astros / St. Louis Cardinals game, which was soon called off due to stadium-wise sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112966807105488340?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112966807105488340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112966807105488340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/get-room.html' title='Get a Room!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112966793298452893</id><published>2005-10-18T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:43:16.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought You Were Blondie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/hilf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/hilf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Hilfiger prepares to audition for the next Planet of the Apes movie by taking a bite out of Debbie Harry. One way or another, he's gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112966793298452893?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112966793298452893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112966793298452893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-thought-you-were-blondie.html' title='I Thought You Were Blondie'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112958251881830764</id><published>2005-10-17T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:17:33.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky 6: Fetch Me My Glasses</title><content type='html'>Sylvester Stallone announced today that he will reprise his role as underdog boxer Rocky Balboa in Rocky 6. Thoughtfully titled "Rocky Balboa," the film will give a few nods to Rocky's advanced age, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The main fight of the film will be a verbal boxing match with Balboa's wife Adrian over a Scrabble game, in which Adrian insists that "yo" is not a real word and that Rocky must take back his triple word score. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rocky brooding over his troubles while enjoying his favorite hobbies of gardening and Internet porn. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An ongoing gag in which Rocky awakens repeatedly during the night to pee, due to an enlarged prostate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rocky Junior (played by David Spade) graduates from college with a degree in product design and creates a revolutionary weightless boxing glove. Rocky serves as the glove's celebrity spokesperson.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moving final scene, Rocky will confess to Adrian that he is illiterate after unsuccessfully attempting to read the memoirs of "that Fantasia chick" from American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the popcorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112958251881830764?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112958251881830764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112958251881830764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/rocky-6-fetch-me-my-glasses.html' title='Rocky 6: Fetch Me My Glasses'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112932501841727201</id><published>2005-10-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:23:38.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Have We Lifted Them Out of Poverty Yet?</title><content type='html'>For all of you who got all worked up about my &lt;a href="http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-still-wont-contribute-to-katrina.html" target="_blank"&gt;early September posts on Katrina&lt;/a&gt;, go read E. J. Dionne today and think about &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/13/AR2005101301408.html" target="_blank"&gt;if anything's really going to change for poor people&lt;/a&gt; in this country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112932501841727201?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112932501841727201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112932501841727201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-have-we-lifted-them-out-of-poverty.html' title='So, Have We Lifted Them Out of Poverty Yet?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112923236758138357</id><published>2005-10-13T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:39:27.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimpin Ain't Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/pimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/pimp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come any closer and my pimp will kill you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112923236758138357?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112923236758138357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112923236758138357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/pimpin-aint-easy.html' title='Pimpin Ain&apos;t Easy'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112923112430525394</id><published>2005-10-13T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:18:44.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think His Brains Are Leaking</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that I use much of my blog space ogling women and posting pictures of Siamese twins, &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/12/AR2005101202002.html" target="_blank"&gt;this editorial makes me believe I am overqualified to be a columnist at a major newspaper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Cohen (and I'll refrain from calling him "Dick") has obviously spent so much time going to D.C. cocktail parties and enjoying the fawning of the political elite who hope he'll write something nice about them (and would have no use for Cohen otherwise), that he is now attacking the special prosecutor in that CIA spy leak thingie, telling him, "Hey, bunshole, we commit petty crime here in Washington all the time. You're from Chicago, you should be used to that with your politicians. Go after someone who really needs to be brought to justice, like Hillary Clinton. Did you hear she and Slick Willie offed Vince Foster?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cohen gets all sniffie about the fact that Fitzgerald won't talk to him, won't tell him absolutely anything -- Does he know I'm Richard Cohen? This is an outrage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buttskins in the middle of the action can't figure out where your priorities should be as watchdogs of the government, then step aside and let the Blunderfords of the world run your paper. We'll work a lot harder and offer a lot more pictures of &lt;a href="http://www.eforu.com/gallery/natalieglebova/pic1.html" target="_blank"&gt;Natalie Glebova in a bikini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112923112430525394?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112923112430525394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112923112430525394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-his-brains-are-leaking.html' title='I Think His Brains Are Leaking'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112915036600429515</id><published>2005-10-12T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:00:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Reason Republicans Win All the Elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/jimbob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/jimbob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former Arkansas state rep &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/12/AR2005101201336.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jim Bob Duggar&lt;/a&gt; (you read correct, Jim Bob Duggar) shows off his brood of GOP loyalists in Rogers, Arkansas. Jim Bob and Michelle birthed their 16th child, and may have more if they can think up any more names that start with "J", having already cursed one child with the name Jinger but so far not utilizing their secret weapon... Jim Bob Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle released a statement calling on all feminists to spend the years from 21 to 41 birthing babies, but suggested stopping "if y'all's grandbabies are older than your very own babies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://kipesquire.powerblogs.com/posts/1129148396.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;A Stitch In Haste&lt;/a&gt;: "The first thought that crossed my mind was how the prolific couple plan to adequately finance sixteen college education funds. Then I remembered: they're from Arkansas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowyesterday.com/2005/10/johannah_faith.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tomorrow Yesterday&lt;/a&gt;: "Just imagine if their 16 kids then had 16 kids each. That'd be 256 kids. The exponential effect could be crazy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112915036600429515?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112915036600429515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112915036600429515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/real-reason-republicans-win-all.html' title='The Real Reason Republicans Win All the Elections'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112914959811466329</id><published>2005-10-12T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:14:04.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demi Moore Killing Ashton's Mojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/nerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/nerd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while to take down Bruce Willis, but, as this reception photo proves, Demi Moore has already turned Ashton Kutcher into a complete nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.spacemonkeyx.com/blog/?p=20" target="_blank"&gt;Space Monkey X&lt;/a&gt;: "I hate anyone who actually gave a shit if they were married or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://conversationsfamouspeople.blogspot.com/2005/10/demi-and-ashton-aint-love-grand.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conversations About Famous People&lt;/a&gt;: "Did Ashton really sing Mambo Number 5 at the reception?" (Check out the pics at their site and that will make so much more sense.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112914959811466329?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112914959811466329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112914959811466329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/demi-moore-killing-ashtons-mojo.html' title='Demi Moore Killing Ashton&apos;s Mojo'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112914942732578494</id><published>2005-10-12T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:20:49.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs Introduces Biggest iPod Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/ipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs explains the theory behind the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/12/AR2005101201332.html" target="_blank"&gt;new 1000-inch Ipod Video&lt;/a&gt;: "We said, hell, we're not going to get any smaller than the Nano, so let's go big, baby! I can barely keep this on my shoulders. I'm gonna topple any minute now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.rhinofly.nl/frank%2Dly/" target="_blank"&gt;Frank-Ly Rhinofly&lt;/a&gt;: "de video iPod is er!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112914942732578494?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112914942732578494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112914942732578494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/steve-jobs-introduces-biggest-ipod.html' title='Steve Jobs Introduces Biggest iPod Ever'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112906700225748447</id><published>2005-10-11T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:43:22.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/boats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry.  I go this way all the time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112906700225748447?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112906700225748447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112906700225748447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/light-traffic.html' title='Light Traffic'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112906543133981849</id><published>2005-10-11T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:31:51.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Fighting Smurfs Over There So We Won't Have to Fight Them Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/smurfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/smurfs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proving that anything goes when you want to raise money, UNICEF is using shell-shocked &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/11/AR2005101100809.html" target="_blank"&gt;maimed Smurfs&lt;/a&gt; to show that war is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombs falling, Smurf bodies thrown here and there, Smurfette dead, fires raging all around, and Baby Smurf crying in the foreground, all to back UNICEF's fund-raising efforts for ex-child soldiers in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all happening in Belgum by the way, so you won't get to see it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's working. We are getting a lot of reactions and people are logging on to our Web site," UNICEF Belgium spokesman Philippe Henon said Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like reactions and people logging on to my Web site, but I don't bomb Smurfs to get attention. (Of course I've written a few things that not everyone approves of, but that's another story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't think seeing Smurfs go blammo is going to make people realize the horrors of war and work to stop them. More likely, people are going to laugh. They're going to make fun of it. They're going to get copies of the ad and superimpose George W. Bush's face on Baby Smurf. To a new generation, this will be their first introduction to Papa Smurf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to blow up in their faces. So to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Already wishing I had titled this post "You're Next, Big Bird"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://dlisted.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn-things-are-getting-serious-at.html" target="_blank"&gt;D listed&lt;/a&gt;: "Look at Smurfette! She is in exactly the same pose, I was in last Friday night!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112906543133981849?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112906543133981849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112906543133981849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/were-fighting-smurfs-over-there-so-we.html' title='We&apos;re Fighting Smurfs Over There So We Won&apos;t Have to Fight Them Here'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112897987272208478</id><published>2005-10-10T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:31:12.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonin Scalia, Grand Wizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/wizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/wizard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my bad, that says Grand Marshall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112897987272208478?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112897987272208478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112897987272208478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/antonin-scalia-grand-wizard.html' title='Antonin Scalia, Grand Wizard'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112897973069285784</id><published>2005-10-10T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:28:50.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney's Bra</title><content type='html'>Britney Spears had to pull her jewel-crusty &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051010/wr_nm/spears_dc" target="_blank"&gt;bra off the eBay charity auction&lt;/a&gt; for Katrina victims, because she was "concerned that some of you might be confusing this bra with something that it's not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It now appears that the bra is really that of Shar Jackson, the mother of Kevin Federline's one-year old child, not of Britney Spears, mother of his weeks old child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's totally my fault, man. I got confused," said Federline. "Who's my wife again?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112897973069285784?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112897973069285784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112897973069285784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/britneys-bra.html' title='Britney&apos;s Bra'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112897917567777142</id><published>2005-10-10T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:19:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva Longoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say about this. I just like seeing her on my blog.  It's like we're friends or lovers or something (he said with a creepy grin on his face).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112897917567777142?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112897917567777142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112897917567777142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/eva-longoria.html' title='Eva Longoria'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112871907715760788</id><published>2005-10-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:04:37.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biel Named Sexiest Woman Alive; Blunderford Takes Male Honors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/biel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/biel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Biel was named Sexiest Woman Alive by Esquire magazine in a paparazzi-filled ceremony yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/blunderford1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a related ceremony held in a low-lit basement hallway, the World's Sexiest Man title was bestowed upon... Blunderford!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank Esquire for recognizing me, so few do these days, or at least few are willing to admit it.  I'd also like to ask Jessica if she is free tomorrow night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112871907715760788?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112871907715760788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112871907715760788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/biel-named-sexiest-woman-alive.html' title='Biel Named Sexiest Woman Alive; Blunderford Takes Male Honors'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112871813512226203</id><published>2005-10-07T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T13:49:45.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Blinded Me With Science</title><content type='html'>I used to find science boring in school. Then came &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051007/ap_on_fe_st/ig_nobels" target="_blank"&gt;fake dog balls&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Gregg Miller mortgaged his home and maxed out his credit cards to mass produce his invention — prosthetic testicles for neutered dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They're called "Neuticles," and he's now sold over 150,000 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What started 10 years ago with an experiment on an unwitting Rottweiler named Max has turned into a thriving mail-order business. &lt;/blockquote&gt;But this sentence isn't far behind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The silicone implants come in different sizes, shapes, weights and degrees of firmness. &lt;/blockquote&gt;If you'd like to see a diagram of Neuticles, &lt;a href="http://thediagram.com/4_4/neuticles.html" target="_blank"&gt;go here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for inventions that improve lives, and the dogs may have more of a spring in their step with these nutty nuts, but the inventor himself troubles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd have to imagine there was a bit of trial and error in figuring out how to make these things work, so no doubt hours upon hours were spent grabbing at the dog's groin, which may have been pleasant for the canine but isn't an image I like to carry in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, this is a mail-order business. Do the Neuticles come in a box with a lot of that packing popcorn around them? And one has to presume there are directions to install the Neuticles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step One: Grab the dog's penis gently. (NOTE: Dog may bite you, or coo softly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Two: Make a small incision at base of dog's penis; See Figure 1. (NOTE: Dog WILL bite you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Three: Push Neuticles up into the cavity you have created, then sew the incision closed with fishing line or whatever else you have lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: If you have trouble with these steps, have a trained veterinarian perform this procedure. If you had read the directions first, you would have done this before the dog bit off your left pinkie, but you men are all the same.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112871813512226203?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112871813512226203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112871813512226203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/he-blinded-me-with-science.html' title='He Blinded Me With Science'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112863225449229144</id><published>2005-10-06T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:57:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Sweet Diane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/diane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/diane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blunderford, please stay in your seat.  Didn't you read the restraining order?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112863225449229144?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112863225449229144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112863225449229144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/sweet-sweet-diane.html' title='Sweet, Sweet Diane'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112863127368511449</id><published>2005-10-06T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:03:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Thought of Something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/fitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/fitz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know me? I've been a special prosecutor but still I'm unfamiliar to people other than Scooter and Turd Blossom. That's why I carry the American Express card."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl Rove is &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/06/AR2005100601024.html" target="_blank"&gt;scared&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else would he testify to Patrick Fitzgerald again? Did he just remember something he forgot earlier, something that slipped his mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROVE: "Funny thing, Mr. Fitzgerald, but I suddenly remember a very interesting conversation I had with Bill Clinton, Al Franken and Maureen Dowd..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitzgerald's already told Rove that new testimony won't stop a possible indictment. I'm practically crapping my gym shorts in anticipation of seeing these buttskins go down in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://d-day.blogspot.com/2005/10/canary-clears-his-throat.html" target="_blank"&gt;d-day&lt;/a&gt;: "My guess is that Rove is singing in the key of Cheney (which of course would mean going after Scooter Libby, the Veep's chief of staff). It's speculation, but the two men are at competing centers of power in the Bush Administration. Cheney leds the neocon, PNAC group, whereas Rove is a "power at all costs" guy without as much of an ideological cast. These are two big egos with the ear of the President. I don't think it's an accident that this story about the spy in the VP's office has come out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://sbrady2.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_sbrady2_archive.html#112862817030333932" target="_blank"&gt;Whatever&lt;/a&gt;: "Lawrence O'Donnell, who first broke Rove as Cooper's source, predicts 'at least three high level Bush Administration personnel indicted and possibly one or more very high level unindicted co-conspirators.' Who wouldn't you indict in the conspiracy at a "very high level?" Maybe some folks whose titles end in "esident?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112863127368511449?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112863127368511449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112863127368511449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-thought-of-something.html' title='I Just Thought of Something...'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112863215728765911</id><published>2005-10-06T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:55:57.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheney vs. Burmese Python</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/cheney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/cheney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys hear about that python ate the alligator? I could take 'im."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112863215728765911?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112863215728765911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112863215728765911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/cheney-vs-burmese-python.html' title='Cheney vs. Burmese Python'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112862249610043665</id><published>2005-10-06T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:03:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Some Kind of A Joke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/scary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/scary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you see a hairy guy making a face like this, that there's a terraist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/politics/administration/bushtext_100605.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here's the transcript&lt;/a&gt; from King Bush's "major" speech delivered today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AP &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051006/ap_on_go_pr_wh/bush_iraq" target="_blank"&gt;covered the speech&lt;/a&gt; by using this headline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bush: Radicals Seek to Intimidate World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the more appropriate headline would have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bush, Radicals Seek to Intimidate World.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://samuraisam1.blogspot.com/2005/10/bush-confused-about-real-enemies-of.html" target="_blank"&gt;A Beginner's Mind&lt;/a&gt;: "Perhaps the President had better take a closer look at some of the real, closer-to-home radicals opposing the American way of life and the ideology they espouse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://overacandle.com/?p=301" target="_blank"&gt;Over A Candle&lt;/a&gt;: "I don’t recall seeing ’sacrifice’ mean raising taxes and repealing tax cuts. So the only sacrifices being made are by the poor who are watching their government services dwindle to nothing and their sons and daughters dying, and by all of us in terms of freedoms loss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://atlasshrugs2000.typepad.com/atlas_shrugs/2005/10/presdident_bush.html" target="_blank"&gt;Atlas Shrugs&lt;/a&gt;, much excitement: President Bush Historical Speech Calls for Total War on Islamo-fascism (Transcript and Video) "You must see the President's speech on the GWOT - or as I see it - GWORI - The global war on Radical Islamofascism (&lt;em&gt;yes yes he finally said it&lt;/em&gt;), you must understand the strategy and why we are doing what we are doing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112862249610043665?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112862249610043665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112862249610043665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-this-some-kind-of-joke.html' title='Is This Some Kind of A Joke?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112863201048309799</id><published>2005-10-06T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:54:15.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm, mmm, mmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/charl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/charl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd kiss her ass, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/jaychar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/jaychar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112863201048309799?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112863201048309799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112863201048309799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/mmm-mmm-mmm.html' title='Mmm, mmm, mmm'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112862939983607192</id><published>2005-10-06T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:01:51.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I meant to say "Go Down on a Muffin"</title><content type='html'>Howard Dean was on Hardball with Chris Matthews last night and here's what he had to say (from &lt;a href="http://blogs.washingtonpost.com/thefix/" target="_blank"&gt;The Fix&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think with a lifetime appointment to the Supreme Court, you can't play, you know, hide the salami, or whatever it's called."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of you didn't want him for President...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.transterrestrial.com/archives/005834.html#005834" target="_blank"&gt;Transterrestrial Musings&lt;/a&gt;: "Howard Dean. The gift that just keeps on giving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.franklog.com/item/howard_dean_hates_hide_the_salami" target="_blank"&gt;Franklog&lt;/a&gt;: "Howard Dean: The only man in America who would Freudian slip "Hide the Salami" when thinking about Harriet Miers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://recess-time.blogspot.com/2005/10/hide-salami.html" target="_blank"&gt;It's Recess-Time Somewhere&lt;/a&gt;: "Does he realize the visual images he just put into the heads of all the nice unsuspecting Hardball watchers out there? Does he realize they just might need therapy or at least economy size bottles of brain sanitizer?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112862939983607192?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112862939983607192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112862939983607192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-meant-to-say-go-down-on-muffin.html' title='I meant to say &quot;Go Down on a Muffin&quot;'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112854447255670989</id><published>2005-10-05T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:55:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! Tom Cruise and Katie Homes... Expecting!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, I don't know if I can take it. First Demi &amp; Ashton, now &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051005/ap_on_en_mo/people_cruise_holmes" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are expecting a baby. Holmes' pregnancy was reported Wednesday by People magazine. The couple have been dating since April and became engaged in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tom and Katie are very excited, and the entire family is very excited," Lee Anne Devette, Cruise's spokeswoman, told People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How could they NOT be excited???? This is going to be like some kind of super baby, all teeth and good hair and rippling tummy muscles. It could be short like Tom, sure, but it could be tall like Katie, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this baby boy (I know it could be a girl, but I guess I'm old-fashioned and think boy babies are better) is going to so rich that Paris Hilton is going to swoop right in on him and take him to all the most important parties, especially if Tom &amp;amp; Katie don't get crazy and name him something like Perez that would threaten Paris's sense of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the lives of celebrities are too good! I can barely think! Thank God for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.kissmestace.com/thespotlight/archives/2005-10/tom-inseminates-katie/" target="_blank"&gt;The Spotlight&lt;/a&gt;: "Now that Tom has inseminated Katie with his alien, "science" child, her future's looking pretty grim."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112854447255670989?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854447255670989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854447255670989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/omg-tom-cruise-and-katie-homes.html' title='OMG! Tom Cruise and Katie Homes... Expecting!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112854509123997164</id><published>2005-10-05T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:44:51.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blunderford Caption Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/defiance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/defiance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best caption wins a date with Blunderford.  Or, if you prefer, nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112854509123997164?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854509123997164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854509123997164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/blunderford-caption-contest.html' title='Blunderford Caption Contest'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112854388815233637</id><published>2005-10-05T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:24:48.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Full I Think I'm Going to Blow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/python.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/python.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051005/ap_on_fe_st/gator_python" target="_blank"&gt;This Burmese python&lt;/a&gt; tried to eat this living alligator and blew up. I can't even tell what's what in this picture, perhaps a result of that blowing up thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112854388815233637?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854388815233637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854388815233637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-full-i-think-im-going-to-blow-up.html' title='I&apos;m So Full I Think I&apos;m Going to Blow Up'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112854495325601275</id><published>2005-10-05T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:43:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Python, Shmython</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/mick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/mick1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's nothing, baby. I once swallowed a whole elephant."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112854495325601275?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854495325601275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854495325601275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/python-shmython.html' title='Python, Shmython'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112854316478614291</id><published>2005-10-05T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:14:22.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbian Mannequins Are So Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/vicky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/vicky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's Secret knows how to &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/04/AR2005100401413.html" target="_blank"&gt;get me going&lt;/a&gt;: mannequins baring all, and more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Little Shop of Whores," huffed one woman standing outside the new Victoria's Secret in Tysons Corner Center. "Slut wear," declared the father of a teenage girl, looking at a feathery-thong-clad mannequin bent over as if she were adjusting her spike heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love it," said another woman with a bag of fresh purchases.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hell, yes, I love it, too. Those mannequin babes, with their perfect breasts and shapely hips and thighs, scantily clad, making me beg to see their plastic nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Well," said Steina Rubin of Bethesda, "I find it just totally disgusting." And, no, she would not be shopping there. "I'm not entering a whorehouse," she said. "I come to the mall with my daughter. It's disgusting. And I'm from Europe!" &lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh, Stella, honey, methinks thou do protest too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Inside the store was a display of one scantily clad female mannequin crawling toward another who reclined on a left hip and leaned back on both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lesbian mannequins???!!! Oh, my God, I could cry at the beauty of it. And that mall is just around the corner from me! How am I going to get any work done, knowing those fake beauties are just minutes away, crawling toward each other, to touch each other's smooth as stone genitals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to complain to store management. I can't have this kind of distraction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112854316478614291?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854316478614291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112854316478614291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/lesbian-mannequins-are-so-hot.html' title='Lesbian Mannequins Are So Hot'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112845989496476488</id><published>2005-10-04T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:04:54.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Back Will Feel A Whole Lot Better When I'm Riding You Like A Wild Stallion, You Freaky Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051004/od_nm/doctor_sex_dc" target="_blank"&gt;Doctor sued for sex treatment for back pain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  Now I'm questioning whether I really needed to give my doctor that blowjob to cure my sinus infection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112845989496476488?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112845989496476488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112845989496476488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-back-will-feel-whole-lot-better.html' title='Your Back Will Feel A Whole Lot Better When I&apos;m Riding You Like A Wild Stallion, You Freaky Mama!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112845953831483568</id><published>2005-10-04T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:58:58.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is God's Plan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/joined.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/joined.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say there's a reason for everything, that we can't question God's wisdom.  Well, sorry, God, but WTF is up with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112845953831483568?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112845953831483568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112845953831483568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-is-gods-plan.html' title='What Is God&apos;s Plan?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112845940339176156</id><published>2005-10-04T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:56:43.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germans Hand Out Geek Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/beard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/beard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your winner is at left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112845940339176156?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112845940339176156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112845940339176156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/germans-hand-out-geek-awards.html' title='Germans Hand Out Geek Awards'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112845917052012716</id><published>2005-10-04T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:55:26.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MonkeyHead Speaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bushie &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/04/AR2005100400584.html"&gt;took a few questions today&lt;/a&gt;. This answer annoys the heck out of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We're making good progress in Iraq, and Iraq is a part of the war on terror. That's what the American people need to understand."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, with the current pace of progress, Iraq will be stable in the year 2155. Second, the American people understand that Iraq is part of the war on terror because YOU made it part of that war, buttskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush also got all excited about the avian flu. You could tell he got a briefing right beforehand and he couldn't wait to show off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I am concerned about avian flu. I'm concerned about what an avian flu outbreak could mean for the United States and the world. I have thought through the scenarios of what an avian flu outbreak could mean. I tried to get a better handle on what the decision-making process would be by reading Mr. Barry's book on the influenza outbreak in 1918. I would recommend it." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such the eager beaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scary thought on Harriet Miers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"She knows exactly the kind of judge I'm looking for. And I know exactly the kind of judge she'll be."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112845917052012716?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112845917052012716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112845917052012716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/monkeyhead-speaks.html' title='MonkeyHead Speaks!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112837389003092080</id><published>2005-10-03T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:11:30.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor William Shatner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/shatner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/shatner1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting old's a bitch, isn't it, Bill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112837389003092080?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837389003092080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837389003092080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/poor-william-shatner.html' title='Poor William Shatner'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112837374703629582</id><published>2005-10-03T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:09:07.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ain't the Freakin' Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>Our esteemed leader, George W. Bush, has nominated his &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/03/AR2005100300252.html" target="_blank"&gt;former staff secretary and current White House Counsel Harriet Miers&lt;/a&gt; to be the next Supreme Court nominee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In related news, Bush has nominated his cat Willie to be Deputy Secretary of the Interior, since no one knows what the hell that means anyway. Bush thought it would be a shortcut to have someone that already had that "ie" on the end of his name so he wouldn't have to think so hard about a nickname, like he did with that Mike Brown fella.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it a tad strange when this John Roberts guy popped up out of nowhere, but, hey, I'm no expert on the Who's Who in American Jurisprudence, and I kind of dig that permafrost wife of his. I think she's sexy. But still, it was a little unsettling that he had so little track record to go on in figuring out his judging style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But John Roberts was like Robin Williams at his most annoying in comparison to dear Harriet. John Roberts at least had a few jokes and mean statements about Girl Scouts. Harriet Miers is like the Dalai Lama of Supreme Court justices, plucked from obscurity to lead the people by divine right. Her most telling quote might be that George W. Bush is the most brilliant man she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that past Supreme Court justices have not been judges previously, but this isn't William Howard Taft taking over (and thank goodness for that, but still). You'd expect some sort of track record beyond being part of W.'s posse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Reid, obviously still suffering the aftereffects of that stroke, seems delighted with Miers. Hopefully the other Dems will spend a little more time grilling her than they did John Roberts. Otherwise I suggest they tell Harriet to make like the Dalai Lama and get the hell out of Tibet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112837374703629582?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837374703629582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837374703629582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-aint-freakin-dalai-lama.html' title='This Ain&apos;t the Freakin&apos; Dalai Lama'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112837191174466910</id><published>2005-10-03T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:38:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole Ritchie Channels Dinah Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, you don't know who Dinah Shore is. Or maybe who Nicole Ritchie is.  One of the two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112837191174466910?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837191174466910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837191174466910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/nicole-ritchie-channels-dinah-shore.html' title='Nicole Ritchie Channels Dinah Shore'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112837143762553316</id><published>2005-10-03T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:30:37.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll kiss Bush's butt for $240,000, too.</title><content type='html'>Armstrong Willians says he may &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/usatoday/commentatorsayshemayreturnfees" target="_blank"&gt;return the money&lt;/a&gt; he got for shilling for George Bush's education laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because he says he didn't do it, and so he didn't earn the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it appears he didn't consider "negotiating" until it was spelled out that the whole scheme was completely illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he's returning it, though. It might be illegal for the government to bribe broadcasters to talk up their laws, but I'm not so sure it's illegal to take the money. And since Williams' station made a point of detailing 168 different times he talked about the wonders of No Child Left Behind, it appears Williams deserves his cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure none of that came from any of my tax money anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112837143762553316?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837143762553316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837143762553316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/ill-kiss-bushs-butt-for-240000-too.html' title='I&apos;ll kiss Bush&apos;s butt for $240,000, too.'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112837098942677169</id><published>2005-10-03T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:23:09.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on, Eileen, Too-Rye-Ay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/eileen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/eileen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you in that dress my thoughts I confess/&lt;br /&gt;Verge on dirty/&lt;br /&gt;Ah come on Eileen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112837098942677169?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837098942677169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112837098942677169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/10/come-on-eileen-too-rye-ay.html' title='Come on, Eileen, Too-Rye-Ay'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112810943910297881</id><published>2005-09-30T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:48:00.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Almost Finished with My Workout, Laura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/george.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/george.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you spot me on this last set, Jimmy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Mr. President."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112810943910297881?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112810943910297881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112810943910297881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-almost-finished-with-my-workout.html' title='I&apos;m Almost Finished with My Workout, Laura!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112810922490631635</id><published>2005-09-30T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:47:21.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Killed All the Homosexuals...</title><content type='html'>Former Education Secetary and self-appointed moral stormtrooper Bill Bennett got himself into some hot water by suggesting crime would go down if every &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/30/AR2005093000544.html" target="_blank"&gt;black baby was aborted&lt;/a&gt;. The White House condemned Bennett's statement, while Bennett defended himself by saying he meant only the nigger babies and not the "good" black babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic came up due to the book "Freakonomics," in which the author states that the rise in abortions after the Roe v. Wade decision coincided with a steadily lower crime rate, and that the reason may be that the majority of those abortions were had by poor people who would have carried through with their pregnancies in the past. Because poor people are more likely statistically to commit crimes, more aborted babies from poor families means fewer criminals on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might imagine, that stirred some controversy, although the statistical premise is understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you could say that Bennett's premise is understandable. Black people are the majority of poor people -- abort all blacks and you get rid of the majority of poor people and crime goes down. Of course the racism comes in when Bennett implies that blacks are inherently more criminal, not that they are more likely to commit crimes because statistically more of them are poor. (You may be shocked to hear that I actually give Bennett the benefit of the doubt here; that's probably what he meant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not one to shy away from controversy, I've come up with a few theories of my own that I'd like the American public to consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you killed all the homosexuals, we wouldn't be subjected to any more Cher comeback concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you killed all men, there would be no more wars. (You might have to take out Michelle Malkin, too, for this to be foolproof.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If incest were made legal, there would be a lot more matching organs when people needed transplants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you aborted all the babies in Texas, (fill in the blank, it's fun!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you killed all women, our species would die out completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these need work, but my book deal hasn't closed yet, so I have some time to refine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112810922490631635?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112810922490631635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112810922490631635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-you-killed-all-homosexuals.html' title='If You Killed All the Homosexuals...'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112810957493220433</id><published>2005-09-30T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:47:47.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This hose sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112810957493220433?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112810957493220433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112810957493220433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-hose-sucks.html' title='This hose sucks!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112802444698891353</id><published>2005-09-29T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:43:03.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And In Center Field... Chewbacca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/damon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/damon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Damon and his wife Leia throw out the ceremonial first pitch before the Boston Red Sox - Toronto Blue Jays game last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queer Eye for the Straight Guy boys loved the satchel but felt the glove should have been studded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112802444698891353?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112802444698891353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112802444698891353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-in-center-field-chewbacca.html' title='And In Center Field... Chewbacca!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112802417431817614</id><published>2005-09-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:42:29.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness Gracious, Ghraib Balls of Fire</title><content type='html'>A judge has ordered the government to &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/29/AR2005092901009.html" target="_blank"&gt;fan the flames of anti-Americanism&lt;/a&gt; by releasing a sequel to the highly-succesful pictorial series from last year, Abu Ghraib Gone Wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one includes more pictures of the Army thinking up sadistic ways to humiliate prisoners, but, as any sequel should, it offers a twist: video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, soon we will be able to enjoy moving pictures of Iraqis being sodomized, forced to masturbate, stacked up like hairy naked male cheerleaders, and other wacky antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's said this could be the highest grossing sequel since Faces of Death II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://praxxus.blogspot.com/2005/09/laaaaaame-totally-lame.html" target="_blank"&gt;Praxxus&lt;/a&gt;: "Everyone already knows the photos exist, which means they already know that U.S. soldiers have done something that is likely worse than what has already been shown from Abu Ghraib. Something so bad that the United States military --the same military that is reluctant to investigate its own "death for porn" scandal-- is scared to have the pictoral evidence of these acts released."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://simianbrain.atlblogs.com/archives/006604.html" target="_blank"&gt;Simianbrain&lt;/a&gt;:  "Government will appeal the order to release Abu Ghraib photos and videos, maybe pushing an explosive torture story to the 2006 campaign. Good thinking, guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.thenextleft.com/blogatory/archives/2005/09/judge_orders_re.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Next Left&lt;/a&gt;: "Somehow I didn't think the damaging-to-America's-image argument was going to fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://rightfromleft.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-bad-ugly.html" target="_blank"&gt;Right from Left&lt;/a&gt;: "Predictably, U.S. District Judge Alvin K. Hellerstein ruled today that the US must release never before seen Abu Ghraib photographs. Way to go, Hellerstein. You've just handed the enemy a big victory."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112802417431817614?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112802417431817614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112802417431817614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/goodness-gracious-ghraib-balls-of-fire.html' title='Goodness Gracious, Ghraib Balls of Fire'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112802365787544579</id><published>2005-09-29T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:42:10.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee for John Roberts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/29/AR2005092900859.html" target="_blank"&gt;John Roberts got confirmed&lt;/a&gt;, and, judging by this photo, everyone's REALLY happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://mindofmog.net/archives/2005/09/29/quickie/" target="_blank"&gt;Mind of Mog&lt;/a&gt;: "Bush couldn’t have picked a more intelligent, level headed choice from what I’ve read and seen of him in the hearings. How will the MSM spin that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://tomflannery.blogspot.com/2005/09/roberts-78-22.html" target="_blank"&gt;TomFlannery&lt;/a&gt;:" Now some guy that nobody really knows a thing about has one of the most important jobs in the country.....and he can hold it until he starts dribbling on himself. Actually, he can hold it after he starts dribbling on himself too."  (Good comments on Brit Hume/Tom DeLay interview here, too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.proteinwisdom.com/index.php/weblog/more_on_that_roberts_vote/" target="_blank"&gt;Protein Wisdom&lt;/a&gt;: "Among those who voted nay on Roberts are Bayh, Biden, Clinton, Kerry, and Obama—all candidates to pursue higher office, including nearly every ostensible 2008 Democratic Presidential candidate from the Senate (with Joe Lieberman the exception; though, as John Cole points out, he himself has “a better chance of being the ‘08 Democratic nominee than Joe Lieberman")."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://www.stephanieschulte.com/blog/archives/2005/09/john_roberts_1.html" target="_blank"&gt;Packed in Saccharin&lt;/a&gt;: "Deeply disappointed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112802365787544579?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112802365787544579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112802365787544579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/yippee-for-john-roberts.html' title='Yippee for John Roberts!'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112794103605741978</id><published>2005-09-28T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:57:16.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Anybody Else Cold?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/ten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconsidering my earlier reservations about watching tennis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112794103605741978?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112794103605741978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112794103605741978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-anybody-else-cold.html' title='Is Anybody Else Cold?'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112794088347694390</id><published>2005-09-28T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:00:30.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Body and I'll Die If I Want To</title><content type='html'>The Supreme Court is going to hear this case trying to &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/assisted_suicide" target="_blank"&gt;get rid of assisted suicide&lt;/a&gt; in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bush administration, always promoting the culture of life except for when they get to kill someone who doesn't really want to die, such as those that get sizzled in the electric chair or those Iraqi civilians caught in the crossfire, is using some loophole or another to test the law's legality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point here? Why are we attempting to force people to live that don't want to? You get no control over how or whether you come in to the world, and then the government tries to tell you when and how you can leave, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying of cancer? Ride it out, cowboy. Pain making every day a living hell, your only functionality staring at a TV screen while doped out of your mind on morphine? Life is sacred, pal -- you're staying in this mortal coil until God says so, and not a minute before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sure, you could skirt the law and take 50 aspirin or slit your wrists. But what if someone gets to you before you die and hauls you to the hospital to get your stomach pumped or those armed bandaged up, acting the Good Samaritan? Then everyone knows you want to kill yourself and they'll be watching over you all the time, forcing you to keep drawing one raspy breath after another. (If you want to die and have a gun, that's pretty foolproof. But you don't want to leave that for your family to clean up, now do you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were a land of freedom. If we're so free, why aren't we free to die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112794088347694390?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112794088347694390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112794088347694390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-my-body-and-ill-die-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s My Body and I&apos;ll Die If I Want To'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16009647.post-112793949615972550</id><published>2005-09-28T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:31:36.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/1600/familia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7137/1503/320/familia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of getting pushed to the back all the time. "Go to the back, Uncle Blunderford.  You're tall!" Bullsheets.  You're all embarrassed of me!  Well, anyway, that's me back there between Rumer and Ashton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16009647-112793949615972550?l=blunderford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112793949615972550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16009647/posts/default/112793949615972550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blunderford.blogspot.com/2005/09/mi-familia.html' title='Mi Familia'/><author><name>Blunderford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270601581052854045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
