arse poetica

Can Obama Repel 'Swift Boat'-Style Attacks?

I'm delighted (thrilled!) to hear that the Obama camp has a few rapid-response tactics up their sleeves, but I really wanted to post this, because this is such a cute picture of him. /shallowness

Can Obama Repel 'Swift Boat'-Style Attacks?

David Axelrod, Obama's chief strategist, tells NEWSWEEK that the Illinois senator won't let himself be "Swift Boated" like John Kerry in 2004. "He's not going to sit there and sing 'Kumbaya' as the missiles are raining in," Axelrod said. "I don't think people should mistake civility for a willingness to deal with the challenges to come."

The Sun is Still Sunny

Dave reminded me about the wonder and the glory that is Les Concerts a Emporter.

Screen capture from the Dean and Britta post. Mmm.

Oh, Really? Cos Barack Obama Built Me a Robot

And baked me a pie. And recited a poem that reminded him of me.

He luuurves me.

Barack Obama Is Your New Bicycle.

Rainy Day Blues

As much as I love the Dingo, when she's wet, I just die. That face!

Oh noes! Where did she go?

There's my sweets. Let me in, Mom! Dad's a terror w/ the towel!

Friday Finny Blogging

Finny, when not bugging the Dingo and hogging the dog bed, can be found chilling under the couch.

No, it is not possible for her to be cuter.

Friday Dingo Blogging--Late Edition

Yes, I am in love (in love!!) with my dog. So what.

I Canna Help It

The man, I love him.

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UPDATE: 12.12.07: Morrissey the most English person in the world?

The FA should look to Morrissey, not Mourinho.

England's new manager must be to England what Captain America is to America. He must be the very distillation of Englishness. And in all seriousness, there can be only one candidate. Cometh the crisis, cometh the man. Step forward Stephen Patrick Morrissey*.

[snip]

Morrissey should be the new England manager because, despite being Irish, he is the most English person alive apart from Mrs Thatcher, who is a woman. And like Mrs Thatcher he is of the opinion that real Englishness is under threat.

Morrissey is not only the most English Englishman alive, he's also the most northern (as revealed by an online poll carried out by Salford art gallery, The Lowry). And northerness is to Englishness what unicorns are to horses, what with being further away from France.

They should give awards for sentences like that last one.

 

[*ahem, that's Steven Patrick Morrissey, thank you.]

Friday Beastie Blogging

The beasties are sharing a bed. Used to be Dingo's bed, but Finn doesn't know that/care, so she plops right on it as soon as she walks into the room. For a while Dingo would lurk around, eying the now off-limits chair, like, Where am I going to sleep? There's no more soft spots, before harrumphing on the rug in front of the bed. (Literal hangdog expression.) For a couple of liver treats, it looks like the sweet Kate can be convinced to do anything, including sleeping next to her bratty little sister!

See what I put up with, Mom? Surely I get an extra bone for this.

Friday Dingo Blogging

Angel Dingo sent from the heavens.

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.