Monthly Archives: October 2010

Just Like You


Tea Party Witch Sign

Really, Christine O’Donnell? JUST like me? Or rather just like all the other folks in Delaware that once grabbed viciously at fringe fame via MTV and Bill Maher?

Poor Chrissy has been hiding out and ducking the media in the wake of Bill Maher’s rather vicious and blatantly self-serving release of a clip from his old show, Politically Incorrect, where she claimed to have “dabbled in witch craft“.

I’ve seen the clip and she is obviously spouting nonsense in an attempt to “hang” with the “cool” people on the panel. She’s that girl you knew in high school who always had a story to match whatever story you just told.

What’s sadder than Maher’s trying to establish relevance on her ditsy persona is the fact that this “controversy” is just one of many red herrings driving the political discourse down south.

In a very Palinesque move, she’s released the following ad:

I will agree with one thing. We probably don’t know her at all – which is actually the better reason to not send her to the Senate.

Conspriracy Theories Lite


Cover of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Clu...

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I was about 15ish when I discovered The Beatles.  Ironically, it was that horrid BeeGee/Peter Frampton movie based on the Sergeant Pepper LP that led me to the original album by the band. In typical teen fashion, I read every book and bought every album . I even haunted the indie music shop on Main Street, a place called The Asteroid, to find their UK releases to add to my collection.

The “Paul is Dead” thing was something I found silly, which is odd because I love a good conspiracy theory. Although the fact that this isn’t one of them probably has something to do with it.

Regardless, I’ve always thought it would make a great fiction story or movie.

Must. Sell. Girl. Guide. Cookies.


2008-03-02 Girl Scout Cookie Booth Sales (19)

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That’s Girl Scout cookies to my friends down under (Canada), and I have three boxes of them in my office as I type.

$144CAN and it’s not like the old days where the troop doles cookies out after little girls bring in their order forms, collecting payment upon delivery.

As a fund-raising method, it leaves a troop wide open to douche-baggery.

Nope, the girls front cash for the cookies up front. Three boxes is the minimum buy in, so woe is the family without friends, relations and who aren’t in good stead with at least the neighbors who live in closest proximity.

And then, it’s door to door. Desperate Facebook status pleas and hawking them at work when all else fails.

Well, actually, total failure means looking up recipes for orphan cookies in the Internet and force feeding them to your family, hoping that the sodium and trans fat aren’t really as bad as all those news reports keep saying.

How hard can it be to get rid of 36 boxes of minty chocolate incredibly bad you-ness goodness? I mean really. People eat nearly anything even now with doom up the yin-yang long-term health prophecies warning them off.

This was not quite the learning experience I envisioned for Dee’s first ever scout meeting, but I knew about the cookies going in. I can’t claim ignorance and the cookies are here. Just off to the left of my peripheral vision, so I must deal.

And wheeler deal I will.

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