Bits And Pieces

      Some light reading for today which, by the way, happens to be my maternal unit's day of inception. (The pater's, coincidentally enough, was Friday.) First off, there's this piece which should amuse RK, although this blog can't help but pause to wonder how Camus would fit into this scheme. We already have Weapons of Mass Deconstruction proliferant everywhere; problem is, there's no, ahem, trace of them anywhere. Secondly, since we've just survived the 2003 Awards Season, it should put a lump-- yes, a lump-- in your throat to read this; I'm sure downloaders worldwide will be genuinely, er, touched.

      On a more serious note, the election in Spain has proven very interesting indeed, with the rapid turnaround in public support for the Socialists. Whether or not this will prove internationally significant remains to be seen. If Spain does pull out of Iraq (and it's not clear that it will, because the Socialists do not have a majority in government), this may have long-term diplomatic consequences. The Socialist victory, though, could just be a gesture of punishment from a country still reeling, understandably, from a devastating attack.

      From the "Pathetic Idiocy File," there's this. PETA now apparently stands for People for Effluence-Tasting Activism. Oy.

      So many surveys, so little time: these results on the Worst Record of All-Time seem pretty skewed, but, oh, there are so many this blog would press to add

• Billy Ray Virus' "Achy, Breaky Fart";
• Witless Houston's "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Will Always Love Yoooooooooooooooooouuu";
• Cryin' Adams' "Every Guy I Do, I Do For You";
• Barry Manyblows' "Copacabana-boy";
• Scrote Stewart's "Da Ya Think I'm Sickining?";
• Beat Loaf's "I Would Do Anything For Love But I Won't Do You";
• Smeltin John's "Don't Let Your Son Go Down On Me";
• The Beagles' "I Wanna Hold Your Gland";
• Ted Pungent's "Jock Scratch Fever";
• Sticky Martin's "Lickin' La Peter Loca";
• Toe Jam's "Jeremy" (of course he frickin' spoke in class today! Duh!);
• Rick Assly's "Never Gonna Give Ewes Up";
• Pelvis Arsely's "Love Me Blender (Love Me Food)";
• M.C. Slammer's "U Can't Suck This";
• Nerdvana's "Smells Like Teen Spit";
• Koran Koran's "Wilde Boys";
• Whack's "Careless Whipper";
• Myskull Boltin's "Self-Love Is A Wonderful Thing";
• Handson's "Mmmmm-Plop";
• Poopert Holmes' "Escape" (otherwise known as the "If you like penis alotta, / And getting shot in the rain" song);
• Digital Undersbrowned's "Dumpty Dance" (aka "Doin' The Humpty Dump");
• and the inevitable, "Lice, Lice Baby" by Artificial-Vanilla Icing.
  

Oh, there are so many, I could probably go on forever, and succeed only in further torturing my already cringing mind. This blog is still waiting for Osama bin Laden's cover of Tom Jones' "Sex Bomb" in which an exposed breast sends a terrorist shudder straight through the American body politic.

      Well, there we go. Just some short takes, mainly. Also, did anyone see Real Time With Bill Maher the other night? It was impressive, but not for the reasons you'd expect: Maher's idol, George Carlin, was one of the panelists, along with-- wait for it-- former Canadian Prime Minister-- brace yourselves-- Kim Campbell. And she was funny, and intelligent, and she even managed to get some approving looks from Mr. Carlin. Whoda thunk it? The world may well be coming to an end. A politician making sense? Laughing at the use of the F-word, while cameras are rolling? Natch!