Yes, more jaaaaaaa. I haven't linked her most recent Lady Gaga knock off, but it's pretty freaking incredible. If it weren't for the fact I hate Lady Gaga, I would post it.


Lalala. I heart Music stuff.

And also, I feel if you don't agree with me 100% on music taste, there is something wrong with and someone will be by to take you away:

I have an idea for nail polish. A few years back, Urban Decay was all the rage. Literally. Nail polish that reflected rage.

But times are different now. According to a new fanboy book about Sarah Palin, the 61% of Americans who think she would be an awful president are just a few elitist professors sitting in their leather chairs, smoking a pipe with Frenchie tobacco, and those jackets with the patched elbows.

So it's time to cast off the nail polish of failure and introduce Freedom Flash - a sparkly concoction of velvety patriotic colors, that do not ever run.

My target isn't lonely hausfraus so much as nationalistic drag queens. In a world where Ric Ocasek's Beatitudes charted three top 100 hits, there has to be an audience for everything.

Of course that was 1982.

Isn't Julia Nunes cool?

For those of you who aren't hip to the new trend of bicycle decorating in urban areas, it is called uglification. You make your otherwise decent bicycle look extremely ugly so it will not get stolen at a mass transit stop. One of my bikes was stolen piece by piece from a DC metro stop, which led me to discover this new, uglyfying trend.

The best place to lock up your bike is directly in front of the station manager's booth. I found just such a spot this past Friday, sharing it with this bike:



Mine is the yellow horse on the other side. The one without the long strands hanging from the handlebars. I half expected this bike to have hydraulics.

Oh wait, it does:

I especially like the multiple colors...

as a rule, I really dislike contempo Christian music. It's cliche'd crapola. Ubiquitous choral background aiding an earnest male voice.

that, plus the earnest puns on the word Son. Hey, let's get a band together and sing rock, but rock about God! We'll really rock, not like those other bands! And let's incorporate the word Son into the title because Jebus is the Son of God and he's the reason for the season! Man! So we have Sonrise, Setting Sons (which is actually the title of a pretty cool punk album by The Jam) etc.

While studying my bible on how to convert dirty non believers to my faith, I came across the term, "Kiss the Son". And I thought, what a cool name for a band. I feel kind of bad about that, given my distaste for contempo Chirstian music, culture, zombieism, and conformity in general. But still, Kiss the Son. It would also be a neato book title, for a horror story.

The actual verse is, "Kiss the Son, lest He be angry,...

I went to the local costume parade this Sunday. The overwhelming majority of costumes were Star Wars related. The... I guess not so amazing thing in retrospect is that the parent's costumes were better than the kids. I was especially charmed by a bespectacled, shallow chested Obi Wan with a patchy five day growth of fungus or beard. An ewok could have kicked his ass and shoved his lightsaber up Mrs. Kenobi's full functional death star.

Funny how anything can sound like a euphemism for sex, unless it's Star Wars related.

All the Star Wars folk had their little daughters dressed up as Princess Leia. The version with the ear muff hairdo, not the Revenge of The Jedi version. That would be sick and exploitative.

Second to Star Wars was the complete student body of Hogwarts, including an 8 foot tall Hagrid, and Dumbledore. Again, the adult cosutmes outshone the kids. Especially since the kid playing Harry was suavely picking his nose and fussing...