By CHRIS PACKHAM
It was probably during hour 36 of my three-day marathon viewing of all the DVD season sets of 1980s vagcom Designing Women that I realized how good women have been to me over the years. Maybe it was smart, sassy Julia Sugarbaker's tough but tender liberal moralism, or Mary Jo Shively's super-sexxxy pragmatism, but I realized that, unlike me, women are unlikely to think that posting filth on the Internet constitutes a reasonable way of making $1 million. The subsequent remodeling of the front of my house to look like the set of Sugarbaker Designs didn't go so well, given my limited budget, although the walls above the cat litter boxes definitely needed a coat of paint.
There was a big debate on Friday, which I didn't watch because I was working. What with the approaching economic Armageddon during which all the hedge fund managers will be raptured up to heaven — assuming your idea of heaven is bankruptcy and weekly visits to the unemployment office — this is no time to be sitting at home on a Friday night watching presidential candidates. Instead, I rolled up my sleeves and sharpened some pencils and went to a rock concert in Lawrence, producing this review for the Wayward Blog.
After the jump, some news links for the ladies. Which look exactly like news links for men, only with much less body hair. Click here or on the Vandana Shiva Endowed Chair in Transnational Feminism and Trapper John, M.D. star Gregory Harrison:
Rest in Peace, Sidney J. Mussburger: I spent the rest of the weekend doing step aerobics at a Curves exercise franchise for ladies and eating some Newman-O's in loving memory of venerable Sockarooni sauce spokesmodel Paul Newman. I guess the artery-clogged and apparently tone-deaf fatties at Ain't It Cool News said it the best when they wrote,
Outside of his film work, he will also be remembered for his generosity, running a diverse company Newman’s Own which produces everything from popcorn (delicious, by the way … one of the best microwavable popcorns on the market) to spaghetti sauce to wine to salad dressing which gives 100% of its profits to charity.
Watching the slow descent from self-indulgent mourning into a reflective meditation on things you can force through your alimentary tract while moaning and rolling your eyes heavenward and simultaneously taking a crap was the best and funniest thing that happened to me all weekend, other than decrying the blatant sexism of this year's presidential campaign with my homies, the ladies. Also, if the result is more unintentional hilarity from Ain't It Cool News, I hope to be reading some unfortunate news about Harvey Keitel or Martin Scorsese in the near future.
Whenever a bard at the Renaissance Festival sings a randy song, a douchebag gets his astronaut wings.
We've reached an era in which rich people can pay the cash-starved space agencies of superpower countries to launch them into orbit. That includes even our most obviously embarrassing millionaires, such as Richard Garriott. That picture at right of a grown man wearing a crown? That's him, in the character of Lord British, the monarch who rules Britannia, the magick kingdom of the Ultima computer game series which Garriott created. This is not one of those occasions when I post an embarrassing photo and suggest that it's somebody else, like the time I said the diminutive twin real estate magnates John and Greg Rice were the Lehman Brothers. Richard Garriott truly and actually spent a major amount of time in the 1980s and 1990s dressed up like a fancy king, and now he's going to space.It turns out that his father, Owen Garriott, was actually an astronaut who visited America's doomed Skylab in the 1970s and made two other orbital space missions. While he earned it with his aeronautic skills, physical toughness and the sweat of his matching 1970s Cape Canaveral terrycloth headband and wrist bands, embarrassing fancydancer Richard Garriott is just buying his way into orbital adventure, presumably taking along his cape and pantaloons. Meanwhile, my poor ass is stuck down in Earth's gravity well toiling at night on a romance novel that nobody is ever gonna read. I don't know how this link fits in with Daily Briefs for Ladies, so allow me to conclude by advocating for equal pay for equal work. Lady astronauts deserve just as much money as man astronauts, you guys.
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Did you read that David Duchovny is addicted to internet porn? If the Chilli Peppers wanted to be accurate, they should have included more "solos".
Get it?
About Richard Garriott--you, Chris, are about the only writer/reporter in the United States willing to call a jackass a jackass. He's going into space on the backs of a lot of disappointed investors in his flop game.
Those 201 words may seem like 350, Even S, but you don't let that get you down...you keep on sounding them out. You're doing great and gosh darn it people like you!
At about word 350 I was well past my Trevor intake capacity for the week. Richard Garriot lookes like Harry Hamlin or Josh Brolin and every other 80s actor except Remington Steele.
I think going to space to play MMORPGs is a great idea. You could suck bandwidth directly out of the satellites before it gets all shared with all the other n00bs back on Earth.
Besides, with Wall Street welfare about to become the norm, why even try to even remotely care about the cost of going to space? Just about every government out there has previously passed or is now passing legislation to make sure the wealthy stay that way. They sell it as another, �this is for your own security��heh, security�if only I had a dime for every time THAT word made me a dollar�he he he�I would have 10% more than I do now! HA HA HA!
And to think it was under Clinton that the taxes on salaries over $1M a year almost derailed the whole thing. Good thing for loopholes like paying salaries in stocks, then giving tax cuts on the dividends from those stocks! Plus, they are now ensuring that those stocks will pay even if at the expense of the tax payers.
Now, quit reading this at work and get back to it! You are over MAH barrel and I have the crown...muah ha haaa
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