Messenger Puppet

The grand Sirius experiment is over, 2 months early, Sirius is Ok, but nothing great. The programming is repetitive and superficial. If they truly dig deep, you have to dig deep through the programming pap to find it. The on air Sirius-pimping is tiresome. The Box is a PITA – keeps the seat from moving all the way, blocks the temperature control on those rare days where a little heat might actually be nice.

(To be fair, I am glad the the original VeeJays from MTV have a home there. Except for Martha Quinn. And JJ (who is dead).)

I just stopped tuning it in after Xmas, in favor of reguilar radio, a Kiss CD, another Kiss CD, Some random iTunes, a Shatner + cool iTunes CD, a Midnight Oil live CD and a CD of rockstuff that I can almost play on teh bass.

KISS? W?T?F? If that lyrical and musical trainwreck outshines Sirius, well, they’re fucked. At least in the blowhard sock puppet demographic.

Thanks ebay. One buy it now and this satellite radio experiment is history.

Did you miss me?

I had to take a couple of days to get over a week of complete shit which ended when a teleconference that promissed 11ty billion degrees of suckassness turned out OK and didn’t cost me my job. Yet.

Saturday was kid company. Meh.

Our out of town guests didn’t actually come over to the palatial estate, but we cleaned so they could. Wifey had the bright idea of promising monkey and bear a trip to Build A Bear for a certain level of effort and results. Since neither one was present, somehow the criteria changed so that both of them qualified. $90 dollars later, there are MORE stuffed critters. Just fucking shoot me now. Build A Bear is like crack. My kids have been there monthly or more since November.

Yesterday was go see the out of towners day, plus some BS shopping that just couldn’t wait. [Note to said OOTers - it was Monkey on the phone, not wifey. No worries.]

Oh and I rediscovered Need For Speed 2 for PS2, which had been sitting in my closet for about a year, forgotten.

It’s never too early to teach your kids about outrunning the cops, I always say.

Ashcroft’s name substitutes for obscenity in movie

Richard Leiby

Washington Post

Feb. 24, 2005 02:41 PM

WASHINGTON – You’re an Ashcroft! No, you’re the Ashcroft! Imagine hearing that exchange in a movie – you’d think that Hollywood had come up with a crazy new insult. Well, it turns out that some airline passengers watching the Oscar-nominated film “Sideways” on foreign flights are, in fact, hearing “Ashcroft” as a substitute for a certain seven-letter epithet commonly used to denote a human orifice.

The Post’s Monte Reel, based in Buenos Aires, tells us he heard the former attorney general’s name substituted at least twice in “Sideways” dialogue when he watched the film earlier this week on an Aerolineas Argentinas flight to Lima, Peru. The movie was shown in English and the dubbing was done “in the actual voices of the actors,” Reel reports. Star Thomas Haden Church utters the A-word.

Profanity is typically cut from in-flight movies to make them suitable for general audiences, but how did the studio come up with “Ashcroft”? Hoping for enlightenment yesterday, we queried Fox Searchlight Pictures, the studio behind “Sideways.” A spokeswoman initally e-mailed us to say she had “all the info” about dubbing, then failed to respond to our followup questions.

Ashcroft did not return our phone message, but we’re certain he was busy and not just being an…

President George W. “W” Bush decided to move past the whole  Gannon/ Guckert/ Rove/ McLellan  scandal by appointing a new press secretary whose background is ideally suited for the role.

“So the truth was dear to thee. Know that it suffered mightily. Before we fucking killed it. Aaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha!” the Mouth of Sauron reportedly uttered, before biting the head off Helen Thomas.

Or maybe this is the new secretary of state, what with parlays, treaties and all that shit.

and it is a day of shit.

• HST is still dead.
• Me = owned by the judge on a big motion.
• Saw Jabba the old boss and his wife Leona Helmsley and Duloc-land kids. Jabba did not recognize me. Wife did and stuck up her nose.

RRRAAARR!!!

When the going got weird … – Feb 22, 2005

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Journalist’s journey took him to “Hell’s” and back

Man, Dorky photo op poses aside, Dan Quayle looks like a Mensa candidate these days:

George Bush to Europe: Blow me

I met Quayle in 1999. Short. Quiet. Couldn’t stand to be whoring cheesy investments in anal lubricant manufacturers. Or whatever. Possibly pissed that I called him Mr. Dickly instead of Mr.Vice President or failed to curtsy or genuflect. Or because I refused to let him “get up under center.”

Look. Through the taillight. At the back seat.

Look carefully and you can see the roof buckling at the B-pillar.Fuck.

Of course, the car is martyred, so I don’t linger on how I wish it had a 5th gear and more than 58 bhp. 35 mpg in the city driving like an idiot was kinda nice, though.