Friday, August 19, 2011

Cats and Dogs Living Together

We all remember that scene in Ghostbusters when Bill Murray suggest that the end is nigh when cats and dogs live together. We are all alos aware of the endless and pointless debate about which "pet:" is superior. I will, however, insist that when it comes to psychological warfare cats beat dogs hands down. For the past two days the crazy little dog has been trying to get the crazy kat to either play or fight. The crazy kat could with one or two swipes of his might fist do the crazy little dog in; however, he has decided that gaining the high ground and staring in the opposite direction as the crazy little dog becomes increasingly frantic is much the better option.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Famous Bikes

Via I found a website dedicated to actors on bicycles. Pretty darn nifty, for example:

Yes, that is Mr. Hand playing cane polo with Chaplain Tappman.

Driving Mrs. Daisy

The dystopic future envisioned by the Neoliberals, of more service and less -- you know -- decently-paid jobs, is here:

Also, foreclosed gardens for all:
She noticed something else. Those forlorn yards were peppered with overgrown gardens and big fruit trees, all bulging with the kind of bounty that comes from the high heat and afternoon thunderstorms that have defined Atlanta’s summer.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid

So, it seems, that Rick Perry is a contender in this round of the Presidential race. He is, it's clear, nuts. And, it's clear, he's pragmatic in his movement into ever nuttier nuttiness. However, it's equally clear that he has the quality the successfully-fear-mongered right and endlessly-self-infantalizing right seek:
A couple of quotes about Perry jumped out at me from Costa’s story from Waterloo:
“It was kind of like dad was coming home,” chuckles Reed Bannon, a Waterloo businessman. “Once he got up there, everyone kind of knew it was time to sit up, shut up, stop slouching, and eat your vegetables.”’

Jim Mudd, a businessman from nearby Cedar Falls, sat next to Perry during dinner. He had never met the governor before, nor did he expect Perry to take a seat beside him. But he came away impressed. “He’s a strong dog,” Mudd says. “From what I can sense, he’s the strongest candidate.”
 Oh dear, as Johnny Rotten might put it, crazy, without a principled bone in his body, and given to thrashing the masochists. He's a perfect storm for the contemporary Republican party.