Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
This is the fat cat that used to live in my sister's house. It goes by "Fat Cat" or sometimes "Mr. Fat."
Can you find its face?
This isn't one of those blogs where people just post adorable pictures of animals and say "awwww, look how cute. "
This is a hard hitting news blog (obvi).
So I wanted to get to the story behind the photo. Rising cat literacy. You probably noticed (if you could find his head) that Mr. Fat is checking out the titles on my sister's bookshelf. What you may not have noticed is that one of the books he's eying is "The Communist Manifesto."
Of course, he's far too obese to get himself up off the back of that chair and too apathetic to take the time to learn to read. But give him a scratching post and some young kitty to chase around, and he'll be spouting German revolutionary rhetoric in a matter of lives.
That's the last thing we need, people. Not in this economy. I for one can't afford to pay any more taxes to fluffy feline overlords.
I hope you're getting worried, because the revolution may already be starting. Someone has vandalized the Karl Marx Wikipedia page. They've written "karl marx looks like a homeless guy" next to a photograph of him.
I'm not saying a cat was doing research and thought it would be funny. I'm just saying cats can't capitalize things (they don't have the proper appendages to operate the shift key), so what does that tell us?
You tell me.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
What the New York Times didn't cover about Obama's appearance before Congress tonight was the hint of a tender romance blossoming between the new President and Supreme Court Justice Ruth "Kiki" Bader Ginsburg (I'm sure Liz Smith would have covered it if she hadn't been fired for not serving any function in society).
Obama's affair with an SCJ is a misstep familiar to Presidential historians, who still remember that famous incident in 1903, when Theodore Roosevelt attempted to unhook Oliver Wendell Holmes' bra.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Before you get all excitable, some people already made a parody. Which is very badly done, but I suppose I "get" it.
But I like the underlying commentary on racial stereotypes. It's like, what, just cause I'm black I don't know what's good for my kids?
Or is it just because I'm serving them bright red sugar water that you question my interest in nutrition.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
FOR THE FROSTING:
8 thick strips bacon, in 1/4-inch dice
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons heavy cream
2 tablespoons crème fraîche
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
3 tablespoons maple syrup
1 teaspoon salt
3 cups confectioners’ sugar
Flaky salt or fleur de sel, for garnish.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I was trying to think of bad things you can say about Yo-Yo Ma, and I couldn’t think of any. He seems like a totally decent guy—classy but fun, talented but down-to-earth. So I’m on the Yo-Yo Ma website, looking at the “Extras” section, and I find a little widget where you can send Yo-Yo Ma a text message and the site publishes what people send in.
I guess there is no moderator reading these.
Actual messages on world-renowned cellist Yo-Yo Ma’s official homepage (that have been up since October 2008!):
“your violin looks burnt up!”
“Hes go huge t@@@”
“hes brown like brown babies doodoo”
“Aw lawd dat smell like keishas butt when she ain’t wipe.”
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
(Try to ignore the fact that comedian April Winchell didn't like the book. That bitch ain't shit. Except good job compiling these.)
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
"...illustrate poor judgment" -poster on actuarial outpost
"a harbinger of doom...determined-to-be-hip" -maureen dowd
"kinda fruity lookin'" -poster on sigforum ("quality firearms, quality discussion")
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The key question, of course, is just how naked did the German tourists get. Also, is it really not acceptable to change clothes in the airport in a country where this is the traditional national dress?: