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Every so often, I run across some spelling error that just screams to be corrected.  I generally abstain, as most people do not take correction well.  I’m going to try to make a list someday, but here are two that made me cringe in the past few minutes:

• Per Say – it’s “per se” and if you don’t know that you probably shouldn’t be using it.
• Lead as a past-tense verb. The past tense of lead is led.  The pronunciation of the second, when spelled like the first, is a soft metal.

Are there spelling errors that make you scream?  Not just a simple typo, but when someone actually believes that what they wrote is absolutely correct?

South Park tonight not only includes Flying Spaghetti Monster references, but the oh-so-important Buck Rogers sequence.  Have Stone and Parker been hanging out with Seth MacFarlane?

This is awesome. A compilation of The 50 Worst Video Game Names Of All Time. My favorite has to be “Wild Woody” – who thought that was a good name for a kid’s game?

I actually remember a few of these, including “Tongue of the Fat Man” and “Jumpman,” from the Commodore days (that’s the late 1980s for you whippersnappers).

I’m inspired by Ferrett’s confession. I, too, am a magazine addict. Here are the ones I can recall that show up in my mailbox (only the ones I actually pay for-some freebies show up that I don’t care about at all):

• Cuisine at Home
• PC World
• PC Magazine
• Computer Power User
• Maximum PC
• Seed
• MIT Technology Review
• The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction
• Granta
• Mental Floss
• Wired

I can quit any time I want.

I love the series Bullshit, as I may have mentioned before. The big revelation today? John Gray, the author of “Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus,” is a yoga expert with a PhD in psychology from a diploma mill that has been forced to shut down due to its years of fraud.

Apparently doctors are from universities and quacks are from yoga school.

Alex is bopping around chanting, “Guns don’t kill people, rappers do!”  Yeah. Goldie Lookin Chain. That’s my boy.

Penn & Teller have a show on Showtime called Bullshit, where they debunk various things which people believe.  I’ve got them on Netflix, and the first disk of season one is in my player now.  During their ripping of “alternative medicine,” they convinced some people in a mall to put snails on their faces as a means of reducing wrinkles and stress.  Ah, placebo effect!

I was going to link to a post someone had with a few dozen episodes of the show that were available on Google Video, but apparently the copyright police got to them. So, rent ’em if you want to see ’em (or get Showtime, but that seems a bit excessive).

Samuel Jackson on the Daily Show tonight was the first time I’ve seen an actor do a promo appearance with Jon Stewart and actually talk about the movie.  When Robin Williams was touring for RV, he did schtick about the President and other random Robin things.  When Will Farrell was doing appearances for his latest NASCAR thing, he mentioned the movie briefly and then wandered off into other stuff.

Only Snakes on a Plane can get actors and talk show hosts hyped enough to talk about the movie as if that’s the reason they got together that day.  And, seriously, Samuel Jackson seems to be a very animated fella. He even used the word “blogosphere” without sounding like a clueless dork.  Sweet.

Snakes on a Plane, not Ferrets on a Panel Truck.  Oh yeah.

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Sure, I’m on vacation, but there must be something better to do with my time than play Dice Wars all night long, right?  Oh, there isn’t?  Cool.

Stephen Colbert did a skit on The Daily Show last night. There were about 30 seconds of genius. See if you agree.

Make your own, be a lemming!

I love that in Nevada even the Republicans have a porn star running for governor. That state is freakin’ hilarious.

Yes, I do have too much time on my hands. Why do you ask?

The latest in “food you didn’t think anyone would be interested in” – hot pepper ice cream. According to one customer, “It tastes like fire with a side of fire.” Oh, that’s what I’m looking for in a cold tasty treat.

From the comedian Jimmy Dore:

Tattoos that go across the top of the butt…The female ass needs no dressing up. If I’m back there, I’m happy. You don’t put bumper stickers on a Rolls Royce.

I am amused. Sure, I’m easily amused, but still.

If you don’t read Joe Rogan’s blog, you should. He’s got some entertaining experiences to share. The latest is a porn movie viewing. While this large group of people are watching a porno in a parking lot (only in L.A., folks), the star of the film arrives.

A car pulls into the parking lot, and the princess steps out and says hi to all her friends.

People applaud.

With her in the car, is a young guy. He looks like he’s in his early 20’s, and he doesn’t really seem like the type to be hanging around with a chick like her. Then I see his face when he looks up at the screen and sees the girl that he arrived with, and she’s got her legs behind her head like a contortionist while this rather rude gentleman is alternating shoving his cock in her ass, and then her mouth, over and over again.

Ass, mouth, ass, mouth, ass, mouth.

The guy is grunting like a gorilla, and every time he shoves it in her mouth, she’s making the otter noise.

The kid’s eyes are locked on the screen. He’s got this look in his eyes is like he really believes that his brain must be malfunctioning. Like he just can’t comprehend what he’s watching. Like as if he didn’t even know she was a porn star. His jaw drops.

After about 30 seconds of this kid standing in front of the screen, frozen in the hypnotic spell of ass, mouth, ass, mouth, ass, mouth… he turns to her asks her a question, and I hear her say, “I was gonna tell you.”

NO FUCKING WAY.

I was gonna tell you?

Suddenly, the party just exceeded my wildest expectations.

I have this cool folding hammock, which Alex insisted I set up in the den for him to lay on.  He never did.  But, the cat is now trying to figure out what manner of monster this is. She’s batting at it, making it swing, and then trying to determine whether she should jump on it or not.

Eventually, she determines that she’s better off on the bean bag.

Make your own news!
Yes, I am easily amused.  Why do you ask?

To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public. (1918)

Theodore Roosevelt