Okay, that's what I'll say if that happens.

While its on my mind.... I really like this guy's music.  Check it out. Now.

Jehro

Jehro

In case you were wondering, this is what "cage free" means -

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Good Night!

I read this on the OPED Comment page (for once the British equivalent actually sounds better) of the Financial Times yesterday -
  

This week the GAO reported that the Pentagon cannot account for 110,000 AK-47 assault rifles and 80,000 pistols supposedly supplied to Iraqi security forces - adding to the well founded suspicions that insurgents are using US supplied arms to attack American and British troops

Oh yeah, and then there was this -

In march this year the GAO published a drily damning report on the coalition's failure to secure scores upon scores of arms dumps abandoned by the Iraqi army after the 2003 invasion - and that by October last year it had still failed to secure this giant toolbox that keeps the daily slaughter going in Iraq

Listen, I understand the rationale behind staying in Iraq; its control by the US (either indirectly or directly) holds significant long-term strategic importance to the United States' ability to maintain its position as the world's greatest economic and military power.  In other words, we need to know that a steady flow of oil will be headed our way out of the Middle East, before others such as China, India, and Russia get a cut.

It just amazes me that George Bush A) has not just admitted that's why we went there in the first place B) allowed the situation to deteriorate so badly and C) is STILL just standing by as Iraq is handed from one group of militant extremists (the US Army) to another (the "insurgents").

Seriously GW, if you just come clean and say, "Listen here America, we need that oil for our long term survival, so stick with me while I send in another 200,000-300,000 troops" at least some people might gain a little bit of respect for him (although not me).  Or, just get out and focus your efforts on thinking of some other way you can help ruin everybody's lives.

Also, here's a hint if you really still want more oil after deciding to withdraw from Iraq: follow everyone else up to the North Pole where there are about 50 bazillion yet untapped barrels to be had.  I'm pretty sure there aren't any penguins driving trucks full of explosives to worry about... but the way things are going, I wouldn't necessarily count it out either.

It was about 10 am this fine Sunday morning when as I attempted to navigate my way through the maze of dirty laundry (which has amassed over the last, oh I don't know, 10 months or so) that I cracked my skull on the metal pull-up bar that I recently installed in the doorway to my bedroom.  At that very moment (well, when I stopped seeing purple) I made a declaration; It was time to visit to the laundromat.  Two hours, 10 full trash bags, and a zipcar reservation later, I was on my way to the only laundromat I have ever known in Canton.  Truth be told there's not much more to this story other than that I am now convinced "stain removers" such as Gonzo remove stains about as well as they cure cancer; not well, not well at all.  I liberally doused multiple stains with this "magical" product, and not ONE of the stains looked even remotely less visible after washing.  If only I could summon that smug cartoon genie from the Gonzo bottle, my first wish would be a 10 minute cage match in which I could beat him senseless.  Actually, that would be my third wish, after securing a private island and an unlimited supply of cream cheese brownies.

I was about to mention that I gave Gonzo a try on the recommendation of an article from Slate.com (click here if you want to read it...wow, am I really linking to a stain removal article?), but as luck would have it, I must have foolishly mistaken Slate's recommendation of Zout for Gonzo.  Kyle, you simpleton!  It's only fair then, that I give a legitimate stain remover another try.

In unrelated news, I love that Macs allow you to download flash videos directly from your browser, which you can then extract the audio from via iMovie.  Needless to say this is a fantastic revelation for me, as I can now make free MP3s which I otherwise never would be able to purchase on my own (because, well, they don't exist).  Anyway, here's one from a video I posted a while back on my livejournal page. 

I heart Apple.

Lets Get It On

  Someday I'll be able to take pictures like this...

Who would you like to trade places with for one day and why? 
Submitted by Nathalie.

There's little question that if I could trade places with anybody for a day, it would be one of these guys...er...things -

Boohbahmagique

I discovered the Boohbahs on our local PBS HD channel one morning getting ready for work and, quite frankly, was mesmerized.  The show is 30 action packed minutes of these "furry, gumdrop-shaped creatures" flying around whilst making various squeaking and tooting noises within the confines of a kaleidoscopic paradise.  The Boohbahs also occasionally take breaks from flying to a) spin in place and b) nap. 

From my admittedly limited understanding of their species, it is my impression that they are incapable of feeling any emotion other than sheer joy.  I gather this is likely because concepts such as war, global warming, poverty, and Excel spreadsheets have not yet penetrated their realm of existence.

If joining the Boohbah society allowed me to forget about our own troubles, then please show me where to sign.

Sure, trading places with a famous athlete, actor, artist, or adventurer would undoubtedly be wonderful and the opportunity of a lifetime and maybe even a little bit gassy... but I already know what it's like to be human.  And honestly, while it'd be great to inherit all of their unique talents and intelligence, I'd also be inheriting all of their insecurities, troubles, and flaws.

With the Boohbah, my only concern is whether or not that farting noise I just made was adequately loud for my fellow Boohbahians to hear.

I wonder if they know we're filming them?  Hopefully not, because once they're introduced to our society, I'm sure the orange one would probably start asking questions like, "Hey, why aren't we receiving royalty checks?"  One of the others would also undoubtedly develop a substance abuse problem and end up as the lead story on Access Hollywood. 

Thus would mark the end of their innocence and the beginning my search for a new musical gumdrop civilization to join.

Yeah...I'm going to bed now.  Goodnight.