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Friday Dingo Blogging

Angel Dingo sent from the heavens.

I Would Like to Live in a Country Where...

Glenn Beck could only appear on the NYT bestseller list if every other writer on earth took the year, maybe two, off.

Glenn Beck #1 on NYT List.

For the love of God, how is this possible?? That vacuous pretend bully yes man w/ the chip on his shoulder whose fanhood is obviously being questioned (every morning in the mirror, awww)? That guy?? Unbelievable.

That's it, nation. Pistols at dawn.

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Unmentionables

I do really wish my alien parents would come back for me. I'm clearly not from this planet.

Taiwanese Firm Asks Workers to Work in their Undies.

The Audrey Underwear company in Taiwan asked it’s 500 women employs in the firms head quarters to come to work in camisoles and knickers to celebrate record sales.  In fact, they have decided to repeat the event once a month.

Needless to say, the male workers were excited about the record sales too. "We have been waiting for this day all month. Today, we are super high, and don't know where to put our eyes," salesman Cai Mingda told Straits News.

I know where salesman Cal Mingda can put his eyes:

For all my peace-loving, I sure do feel violent more often than I'd care to.

(Here's Your Hat) What's Your Hurry, Trent Lott?

First I read this: Lott to retire; Kyl eyes whip role.

Then I think, Hmm. Something's fishy. Wasn't that repugnant misogynist L*rry Flynt sliming around town making pronouncements about bombshell announcements? Hmm.

Then I find this: Is a Male Escort Behind Trent Lott's Resignation?

I might need that new category for Closeted Homo-Hatin' Repugnican Senators after all.

Shorter Trent Lott: When I'm not pining for the bad old days of segregation, I'm (allegedly) blowing young male escorts while promoting anti-gay legislation. Sounds about right for today's Repugnican Party! I'm sure they'll miss ol' T.Lo dearly.

And I wouldn't give one hoot who Trent Lott did or did not blow if he weren't a dangerous, civil rights-attacking bigot lawmaker while he did or did not do it.

Half-Awake in a Fake Empire

Dear God, it hurts.

Gore and Bush Chat About Global Warming.

This article is rife w/ astonishing (and not terribly well-written) observations--beyond sobworthy--and I wish I had it in me to dissect it line-by-line, but after 8 years of mind-boggling vacuousness, treachery, and treason, I'm an inch from jumping off a cliff every day, and I can't do it.

The look on dumbyass's face ... God. He might just realize how inadequate and illegitimate he is.

Weekly Record

I'm enjoying last.fm, and I'm thinking I'll post these weekly wrap-ups so I can see how my tune listening maps out over the year. This week: not surprising, though I see a couple of new albums in there, and I remember really enjoying Mos Def. Fun.

Song of the week for all you lovebirds: Rodrigo y Gabriela--Capitan Casanova.mp3

Taqueria + Bistro = Happiness

What a great night filled w/ the baaaad jokes and easy company of our pals JM and Pablo. We started the evening w/ amazing soups and tasty tacos from Taqueria Lopez, one of the many highly regarded taquerias 'round these parts. TaqLopez was the first stop on what will become our culinary tour of the local taquerias, regarded highly enough to be lauded in Gourmet magazine, no less (no link, hmmph). Can't wait to sample the fares.

Our Spanish is so miserable that in attempts to order two draft cervezas we ended up w/ two of the biggest beers I'd ever seen. A liter each! We have got to get it together for Round 2 of the Taqueria Tour. Jeez.

We followed our delicious meal w/ Nightcap #1 at Vin Rouge, followed by Nightcap #2 (and world famous homemade cookies from Pablo's mom -- well, they should be world famous) at Pablo's. Fat-n-happy, yessirree.

Some fuzzy pix from Vin Rouge, which is probably our favorite spot in Durham. Tasty morsels, great service, great vibe -- lively w/o being loud, and the exact right amount of light. Cozy.

At my pal JM's suggestion, I had a French 75. Yummy!

Friday Finny Blogging

Okay, so it's Saturday. Still.

This is our papier-mâché reindeer, a.k.a. Finny's (momentary) arch nemesis #1. Finn didn't cotton to the interloper, inherited from grandma this weekend, making its home on the fireplace and decided to show the reindeer a little homegrown jujitsu this afternoon. They being roughly the same size, it was quite the stand-off for a harrowing 6 seconds. Getting no response from the placid deco, Finny said, Eff this noise, turned on her heels, and promptly went to sleep.

Happy Thanksgiving

I love this photo for so many reasons. Chris Glass plucked these leaves -- all from the same tree -- to create this amazing color wheel. So let's hear it for Chris's discerning eye, nature, creativity, color, ingenuity, inspiration, bothering to pull off the side of the road in pursuit of beauty, chance, serendipity, and the wild and wonderful interwebs!

Happy Thanksgiving, friends. xoxo

O frabjous day!

Well, that's it for today then. Now that I know, I'm sure to waste positively spend the rest of the day reading Stephen Fry's blog.

Buh-bye!