I finally caved today

and bought one more product from Mr Jobs - it's a thing of beauty, what can I say; I bought it for the artistic value - and then I read this. Thanks, Pogue! You did your best, but I don't care.

Ah, the mtrfxing 80s!

The Dwag is fuzzy, so when A goes to work, he generously gives her some of himself to remember him by, mainly by plastering it all over her clothes.
The phenomenon is best described in a song that is a living symbol of a decade filled with wretched music. Check the subtitles.

ADDED: I only bring this up to confess that we showed this exercise in (what the good Sam has called) jack-assery to The Boy, who - predictably - enjoyed it ultra plus.

The obligatory election post

Some day, when they're done bailing like a right wing nerd-herd, Republicans will look back on this election and thank Sarah Palin for a vacation from D.C..
While of course most of the reasons the McCain campaign is failing are to do with things other than Sarah Palin, what crystallized the narrative, in peoples minds, of McCain as an impulsive man with no real plan was the SNL episode in which Tina Fey played Palin being interviewed by Katie Couric, and ran the Straight Talk Express right off the bridge.
Now I don't mean that they will thank her for ruining The Original Maverick's run. Perhaps, though, they might use the vacation to tone down some of their more hateful rhetoric, such as against immigrants, gays, and France. This, in turn, might let some people currently too embarrassed to associate themselves with a party of selfish, medieval, incompetent jerk-offs look respectable on the way the voting booth, again. And they will have nobody to thank for that vacation but Sarah Palin. Or rather, Tina Fey playing Sarah Palin.