I was at a party the other night and there was - as there always is - someone who wanted to discuss quantum physics.
I am the first to admit it, I was drinking heavily, trying to wash the acrid taste of route 95 out of my head. It was working pretty good until this Poofta started some speil about how the Hubble Telescope had taken pix of a galaxy 14 Billion light years away.
Hmmn. My tormentor was willing to take for granted that these rocket scientists and other guys with hi tech degrees actually know what they are talking about. Gee, are these not the same people who wreeck space vehicles and blame the problems on a bad fuel pump or a pirce of gap filler sticking out. Pardon me - I don't believe a word of it.
There is absolutely no proof of this big bang malarkey
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Judith Miller in the Floss
Over the last two mornings on Imus, discussion has centered on the Judith Miller affair. Apparently, according to James Carvell, the blogasphere, and Beltway skuttlebut, Judith Miller is claiming 5th admendment (not the 1st admendment) protection in her testemony in front of the grand jury. (You are not allowed to claim the 5th admendment in front of a grand jury ... thus her imprisonment.) The speculation is that Ms. Miller was the original source of the outing of Valarie Plame to Karl Rove and Lewis Libby. The question then becomes -- who told Judith Miller? Wouldn't it be funny if Judith Miller's source turns out to be Joe "Yellow Cake" Wilson (Valarie Plame's husband) or some other Democrat operative? Stay tuned.
Monday, August 08, 2005
I was just thinking
... for those of you who click on the "Naked Pictures" link,
Is there anything less sexy than a shaved twat? I think I would rather look at an empty eye socket.
God was right to surround that particular orifice with kink and curl. Especially for true Redheads.
This is a good argument for why Intelligent Design should be taught in our schools.
Is there anything less sexy than a shaved twat? I think I would rather look at an empty eye socket.
God was right to surround that particular orifice with kink and curl. Especially for true Redheads.
This is a good argument for why Intelligent Design should be taught in our schools.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Mobile Aggravation
Ok, some of you people out there are starting to piss me off. Sorry if you see yourself here but if so you should know what a thoughtless boor you are.
Yes, I'm talking to you if you are the slovenly dressed matron at the deli counter in the supermarket today. You were calling attention to un-comely self by talking loudly into one of those hands-free cell phones. Not only were you rudely yakking loudly as if you were talking to someone accross the room, but the content of your side of the conversation revealed you to be a twit of the first order. And loudly announcing your order for a pound of ham did not enhance your standing. Most of us in hearing range were imagining and possibly hoping for a Mama Cass deathbed scene with the EMT's vainly trying to clear the way with a plumber's plunger.
Yes I am also talking to you - cute young thing at Starbucks. I was gratified to learn that your roomate has finally got those silicon puppies she has been wanting for so long. And I was pleased to hear how natural they looked. You have a nice tan too, and I would not spoil your day to remind you that at 37 your skin will l resemble the hide of an African elephant. Your inconsiderate loud talking shows how shallow you are; and I notice that your black Beamer is parked in the handicapped space. You are so right to assume that the cops never bother the violators here at coffee central. No one in a wheelchair would waste their precious energy to get in there to spend twice as much as it costs at White Hen Pantry for a cup of coffee.
Yes I am talking to you, at the restaurant drawing attention to yourself by your silly ring-tone (The Theme from Hawaii Five-O) and your self-important "I need to tak this call." But do you politely excuse yourself and walk out to the lobby or even outside to talk? No, of course not, because you are an asshole. You thoughtlessly freeze the conversation of your dinner mates by talking to some interloper who happens to have your cell phone number. You think it is entertaining to the others?
Yes, I am talking to all of you self centered spoiled brats and your mobile devices. Go ahead and yak your heads off. You have spawned the next big wave of technology which is coming soon: The Mobile Connection Zapper. These devices which jamm any nearbye cell phone connection are already available and employed in Europe.
I cannot wait to get my hands on one.
Yes, I'm talking to you if you are the slovenly dressed matron at the deli counter in the supermarket today. You were calling attention to un-comely self by talking loudly into one of those hands-free cell phones. Not only were you rudely yakking loudly as if you were talking to someone accross the room, but the content of your side of the conversation revealed you to be a twit of the first order. And loudly announcing your order for a pound of ham did not enhance your standing. Most of us in hearing range were imagining and possibly hoping for a Mama Cass deathbed scene with the EMT's vainly trying to clear the way with a plumber's plunger.
Yes I am also talking to you - cute young thing at Starbucks. I was gratified to learn that your roomate has finally got those silicon puppies she has been wanting for so long. And I was pleased to hear how natural they looked. You have a nice tan too, and I would not spoil your day to remind you that at 37 your skin will l resemble the hide of an African elephant. Your inconsiderate loud talking shows how shallow you are; and I notice that your black Beamer is parked in the handicapped space. You are so right to assume that the cops never bother the violators here at coffee central. No one in a wheelchair would waste their precious energy to get in there to spend twice as much as it costs at White Hen Pantry for a cup of coffee.
Yes I am talking to you, at the restaurant drawing attention to yourself by your silly ring-tone (The Theme from Hawaii Five-O) and your self-important "I need to tak this call." But do you politely excuse yourself and walk out to the lobby or even outside to talk? No, of course not, because you are an asshole. You thoughtlessly freeze the conversation of your dinner mates by talking to some interloper who happens to have your cell phone number. You think it is entertaining to the others?
Yes, I am talking to all of you self centered spoiled brats and your mobile devices. Go ahead and yak your heads off. You have spawned the next big wave of technology which is coming soon: The Mobile Connection Zapper. These devices which jamm any nearbye cell phone connection are already available and employed in Europe.
I cannot wait to get my hands on one.
