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Not Guil Teeeeee Heeeeee!


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I hate being right all the time. I mean, it’s just really getting old. Shaamoown!

Drudge is calling for the arrest of the prosecuting attorney, and I’d like to personally substitute the word ‘arrest’ with ‘public penis flogging’. What a long, drawn out, exhaustive, gold-digging, meritless, hyper-litigious crock of shite. Congrats, Mike. If your lawyers let you keep a few scheckles of your dwindling fortune, here’s hoping you get yourself a celebratory present. In fact, I think the only way for you to ever truly be safe from these sorts of allegations will be to go completely broke. So treat yourself to one last bag of deceased celebrity bones, tweak an ear (the left one needs to be bleached and the lobe shortened a bit) and lock yourself in your bedwing before masturbating voraciously to Home Alone. You’ve earned it – so take a load off/all over the 48 inch plasma screen.

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Unidentified Flying Reject.


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Frequent reader Justin sends these photos he took earlier this weekend during a trip to Los Angeles. “I saw a UFO this weekend – do you want an exclusive for your blog?” read his excited instant message. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I waited anxiously for his emailed photos to arrive. I don’t know if I expected the Roswell autopsy caliber of snap, but I think you’ll agree – these are less than breathtakingly spectacular.

Still, I appreciate the contribution and I’m sure you just ‘had to be there’. The UFO seems to be circling the Merrill Lynch building. Whether it’s a financially savvy extra-terrestrial, or simply Richard Branson coming in for a hang glider roof landing to make some portfolio adjustments – we may never know. These are life’s strange, sweet mysteries. Thanks, Justin!

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A Sweltering Gallery Update.


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Whilst hiding from the heat today and trying to get some work done, I stumbled across another whack of photos on my hard drive. Have a look at some VA gallery additions from a reunion a couple of years ago in Saxton’s River, a Thanksgiving 2004 in Concord bunch you’ve seen before in the old gallery and finally a new album dedicated to partyish photos that just don’t seem to fit anywhere else. As always, please email me anything you’d like to see added.

All my plans fell through for today as I still have not received my telephone which my Mother seems to have shipped via The Pony Express. So apologies all around, and I hope to be back in contact with the rest of the world shortly. It’s funny how cut off you get when your cell phone is off limits. And by funny I of course mean extremely fucking pathetic. Technology has taken the land line out of the equation in many households, and it’s a risky prospect should you lose your sqwuaker.

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Friday’s Quizzlet: Unrelated Trainwrecks.


in Monday's Quotelet

Appetizer: Name one thing that made you sad this week.
Let’s just say, I’m likely funeral-bound tomorrow and we’ll leave it at that. Safe trip, Mr. H.

Soup: What was the last object (not person) you took a picture of?
Before we left Canada last weekend I took a photo of the deck stairs my father and I built together. It was nice working with the old man on something after so many years. I don’t think my parents realize how much having this house means to me. The fact that they’re already talking about how much they can sell it for was my first clue.

Salad: Who do you talk to when you need help in making a decision?
I try to make good, quick decisions and then stick to them. I loathe prolonged indecision and I try not be guilty of it myself. Another personality trait which was forged working in student bars. But a good one, as opposed to the penchant for drink and the encyclopedia-esque knowledge of hip-hop lyrics. One quick unrelated thing – watch this. And here’s another bunch of gallery additions.

Main Course: If you were a weather event, what would you be, and why?
I’d be a Willow Wisp. There was a strange cartoon I used to watch when I was a kid about this group of animals that lived in a forest. One of the characters was Willow the Wisp – and I eventually asked someone and figured out what the heck it was supposed to be. It’s like a bog gas pocket that burps up from the ground when it gets cold and many people throughout history have mistaken them for ghosts. And Michael Moore.

Dessert: Suggest a website that you think your readers would enjoy visiting.
I link to interesting sites all the time. As do all “bloggers” – so this may be the most redundant quizzlet question to date. Can’t you ask me more questions about movies, you silly little freak? Sigh… Let’s divert this question to the readers. This should be a trainwreck of inappropriacy if ever there was one.

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