ow! ow! ow! static tumbleweed

ow! ow! ow!

static tumbleweed
perhaps a nest for small rats
or built-in pillow

Ideas? Comments? Suggestions? Preferred brands of detangler?

Maybe we’ll just go for some dreads…

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brilliant rat bastard sniffed out

brilliant

rat bastard sniffed out
even good ol’ boy neighbors
want him O-U-T

Dubya’s hometown newspaper, the Crawford, Texas Iconoclast, is endorsing John Kerry for President.

That’s right. The CRAWFORD newspaper is endorsing KERRY.

(Thanks to Daily Kos for pointing out the editorial.)

This is a paper that endorsed Bush in 2000, supported the war, and has generally wagged it’s little tail as it championed Bush and his policies. But now that they’ve seen the true face of “compassionate conservatism” they’ve reared back from the Bush/Cheney janus and realized the truth. They want him out of office.

Hello? Kerry campaign? TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS. Not just because it’s Bush’s hometown paper calling him out, but because it’s a well-written, well-thought editorial.

And, well, yes, because it’s Bush’s hometown paper.

I love you soooooo much

I love you soooooo much

four dollar baby
best damn money ever spent
we love Oobaloo

The wee one recently got five dollars in the mail from his great-grandmother. Rather than save it for college or something useful like that, I yelled, “Woo hoo! Let’s go to Target!”

So we took the five dollars to Target and checked out the toys. We narrowed things down to a barnyard puzzle, a light sabre and a little doll. Crazily enough, the wee one chose the doll over the other two coveted toys. As soon as he grabbed the doll off the shelf he exclaimed, “Oh, baby, I love her sooooo much.” And, well, that was that.

Once we got home I asked the wee one what his baby’s name was.

“Oobaloo,” he said, as if I was crazy for not knowing this already.

I didn’t really think the name would stick, because it sounded a lot like made-up words he’s been calling other things. Yet when I asked him again later in the afternoon what his baby’s name was, he said matter-of-factly, “Ooblaoo.”

So Oobaloo it is.

Poor Oobaloo, though is in serious need of a GPS tracking device. She’s lost more than she’s found. Our days have now devolved into conducting massive search and rescue missions. We find Oobaloo’s clothes, but no Oobaloo, so then our search becomes a kind of CSI episode with examinations of evidence and interrogations of hapless Newman.

I don’t what would happen if Oobaloo was ever lost for good. We’d have to call Gary Sinise.

That Bea Arthur is such

That Bea Arthur is such a hootchie

manly, husky voice
in alien cantina
way, WAY outsexed blanche

In honor of both my brother-in-law’s birthday, and the fact that Star Wars is FINALLY out on DVD (even if it has stupid stuff in it like Greedo shooting first), I bring you a friday afternoon Star Wars Holiday Special haiku extravaganza. Enjoy (and please feel free to add your own haiku and/or adorable anecdotes about the first time you saw the dreaded SWHS).

bea arthur, harvey
korman, jefferson starship
My eyes! Oh the pain!

mos eisley hootchie
tempting aliens with her
scary ass long air

O tatooine. O
tatooine your dunes are so
smooth and jawa-y

OK. I admit, I haven’t actually see the SWHS, but it truly looks awesome (in a painful, these-actors-must-be-really-coked-up-and-or-hard-up-for-cash-to-do-this kind of way). I’d love to see it in its full glory – including the commercials for death star toys and remote control R2D2s. If you want more screen caps and some funny commentary on the whole shebang, you can go here.

Happy “Life Day” to you all and may the Force cleanse these terrible haiku from your brain.

By the way, I was in the same restaraunt with Bea Arthur once. She was kind of loud and scary (and, frankly, I thought she was possibly drunk and disorderly).

At the time I didn’t know about the SWHS , but man, if I had, I might have asked for her autograph. Years of Golden Girls and Broadway shows be damned. It’s the SWHS she should be remembered for. If only my tivo could take me back in time…