For some reason that’s probably pervy, I seem to get a lot of hits for the HIMYM posts. I don’t really get it, but that’s what’s happening.
As thuggish proponents of same-sex marriage continue responding to genuine democracy by assaulting old ladies, holding sensless and cowardly protests at Mormon churches and producing TV ads of staggering anti-religious bigotry, Sir Elton John comes out as a voice of reason and rational perspective in the face of all the hysteria
I have not been able to get this song out of my head for the last several days. I bought two versions of it for my iPod and can’t resist listening over and over every day. I sing it aloud to myself, too. I do it in my kitchen. I do it in my car. I even do it in my office building when the elevator is empty?
What’s wrong with me?
More importantly, what’s wrong with him? He looks like a lesbian. Which raises a more eternal question: what the Hell went wrong in the 1970s? How completely screwed in the head were we that guys who made themselves up to look like some sort of bizarro hybrid of Ellen DeGeneres, Melissa Etheridge and Glenn Close with too much eye make-up were the sex symbols?
Well, to be fair, there were hairier and more conventional masculine sex symbols like Burt Reynolds, but seriously, WTF?
In case anyone is interested, I’ve got a new post up over at my other blog discussing tonight’s next to next to last episode of The Shield. If you haven’t been watching, you’ve missed out on an amazing series. Fortunately, the twenty-first century being as clever as it’s been, there are lots of ways to see it, from DVDs to Amazon-on-Demand to Netflix, so get to it, bozo! There are no excuses, unless, perhaps you’ve lost your job in anticipation of the upcoming HopeyChangey goodness and have no money. If that’s the case, then you’re really going to need to distraction, and The Shield will definitely absorb your attention.
I’ve made a half-hearted attempt to maintain a sister blog of television reviews and commentary, but, as “half-hearted” would imply, my efforts have been…wait for it…half-hearted.
Partially this is because I’m remarkably lazy. Partially it’s because I find it deeply shameful that my life can be so empty at times that I’ve nothing to write about other than that I’m watching on television. Perhaps more significantly, It’s also partially because I think television criticism is the work of parasites feeding upon the hard work of genuine artists, and then also partially because I don’t think I’m very good at it. Read the rest of this entry »
A reader (imagine that!) asks me if I know how to contact Sarah Palin. Well, I have no special insider knowledge on how best to reach her, but I do have the Google-fu.
Here is a link for sending an email to her via the Alaska Governor’s official website.
And here is a link containing snail mail addresses for the Governor’s Alaska offices.
Emails are nice enough, I suppose, and I encourage everyone to send her a nice message of support and appreciation, but I’m going to send her a snail mail note as well. Letters stand out more than email, and I think it will impress upon her even more how much she means to us to have physical correspondence in her hands.
And follow the break for a little bonus!