Road Flares as a Political Tool

After drinking for two days, Leeland Eisenberg duct taped two road flares to his chest, and told his son, "watch for me on the news." So, I kind of have to wonder why his son let him get out the door. Unless maybe Leeland did this sort of thing all the time. (did he ever duct tape an egg-beater to his forehead and warn his son to, "watch for me on Emeril Live?)

Regardless, it's good news that nobody was hurt, including Mr Eisenberg. Hats off to the police.

Wha?

Well this is embarrassing, I went to change the header for AWL and I couldn't get anything larger than a thumbnail to show up. I unchecked "shrink to fit" and got it a bit bigger, but still, it's not right. I'll have to fix it later, as there are owls out there that need harassment.

***Update: Nothing is fixed at Blogger yet. I got the header to work by posting it at Image Shack. That works but it's a pain to change images and, if my memory serves me, some image hosts will delete your stuff just to test their delete button. I've finished the American Gothic (Rage) painting but I don't want to replace it until this site gets right. I've been doing lots of paint, just fooling around. Here's one I won't cry if it gets lost- Rage Biscuits:

Surge Must Really be Working

This morning I read some HuffiPo weenie saying that Murtha's statement that the surge is working was too nuanced for conservatives to understand, and it made me a bit nostalgic. Remember the (Kerry) nuanced days? I remember being happy back then that the L's were settling for thinking of themselves as better nuance detectors: it gave them a tiny feeling of superiority, and ego boost, that I think is the core of why they're liberals in the first place. It kept them off the streets so to speak.

Anyway, the Huffist's point was that there is still an Iraqi political problem, and you conservatives don't know that, despite good D's like Murtha telling you with their nuance. Me, I'm just happy we have guys like this to entertain us.

Others will just turn nasty as it sinks in that some things are going right in Iraq:



I have to wonder if she went home thinking that she had struck a blow for the cause. One day: "What did you do in the revolution, grandma?"
"I called the President a monkey."

Talk Talk Talk

Here's a scientific study that may not be so bad:

Women may have a reputation as the chattier gender, but research into the matter shows that men may actually be a little more talkative than women—though it all depends on the situation....

....One clear point that emerged from all the studies was that the type of activity people were engaged in influenced how much they talked.

"So even though on the average we're finding a slight trend toward men being more talkative than women, we found larger differences when you looked at particular situations," Leaper said.

As a man, (and actually, as a lumberjack, which, really, counts as something like one and a half men) I can accept these findings. That is assuming you count the total number of words. For instance, in some situations, I'll repeat "yes dear" over and over.... whereas in other situations, I'll often say things like: "the light is red!" or "that was our exit," and "that's what your turn signal is for." Often followed up by: "please stop hitting me," and prayers of thanksgiving at having arrived at our destination more or less safely. So, yes, in some situations, men are more talkative than women.

I Like Fish

Santa's Going to Get Me!

Here's a been-there-done-that. Not sure if this is the one I ran across a few years back but it's got some great scared-of-santa pictures. I don't know why we always assume that children will be delighted by Santa, or clowns, or giant Mouses. "Come on Timmy, we want to get a picture of you sitting on the monster's lap."

Ron Who?

So it's clear now why such a lovely woman picked Dennis Kucinich: she likes her men wild and crazy:

"I'm thinking about Ron Paul" as a running mate, Kucinich told a crowd of about 70 supporters at a house party here, one of numerous stops throughout New Hampshire over the Thanksgiving weekend.

I'll bet you anything he's got a switch in his pocket that makes that bow tie spin.

Nick Nolte, American Bigfoot

Tim Blair dug up this old movie poster from a time when gas was 19 cents a gallon, and wondered what a modern "hard driving" movie would be like.
Well, first, Nick Nolte would be in it. He'd be a retired oil company exec with a love for making carbon. His rival would be a Green Peace Dweeb, who thinks the earth is fragile.


Nick (duhhh) gets the girl.

Human Magnet

Where'd did spoons go?

AFP

AFP puts all the words into one sentence:

LONDON (AFP) - A 91-year-old great-great-grandmother was reunited with a daughter she gave up for adoption towards the end of World War II at a pub in western England on Tuesday.

Written by the same guys who write tree manuals.