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Okay, Beck. That bitch put out some rocking stuff, then sucked for a bit, but is now back in to the realm of "does not suck" once again. I was zipping around ye olde iTunes for something new-ish and low and behold under the new shit column was Beck's album, Hell Yes. (Hey, guess what? The link to "Hell Yes" is for iTunes. No iTunes on your computer? Tough titties.)

I just can't get enough of "CHETTOCHIP MALFUNCTION (Hell Yes)". " GAMEBOY/HOMEBOY (Que' Onda Guero)"... fuck'in song is kicking ass. Actually, the whole thing rocks. I'd suggest you bust open you're piggy bank and make that noise happen for you as soon as possiible. If not sooner.

Ahh, the stuporbowl. Once the promised land of the football giants, today the playground of parakeet wanna-be's and minute-men who heard of the war against the Queen and thought it was people beating up gays. This weekend the football gods passed judgement on the team that failed to win any of it's games in the last two weeks of the season. *cough* Iggles *cough* Their weak-ass end of season performance combined with the player/ass known as Terrell Owens doomed them to complete disgrace

As with all stuporbowl clashes, the mayors of cities for two team involved usually make a bet of some type on the big game. Alas, the elected pansies involved this year could have at least opted to wager on something worthwhile. Instead they bet chump change sissy-items.

Now, Rugby fans, those bitches know how to put their money — or whatever — on the table:

the man told his friends: "If Wales win I'll cut my own balls off."

After the 11-9 victory in the Six Nations clash, the man is reported to have gone outside and severed his testicles before bringing them back into the club to show fellow drinkers.

So, soccer hoodlums may not be able to drop a checkmark in the "brains" column, but those bitches know a proper wager and know how to pay the Piper when he comes to collect. And just think, his team won. I don't even want to know what the losing guy parted with.

I quote the rapper Ice-Cube, "today was a good day." If by today, I mean last Sunday. (Today may also be a good day, but it is too early to tell for sure.) While the stuporbowl was on Sunday, there was another event of even greater importance. Chili Tasting.

Sure, sure, some people didn't make the tasting. Instead, trading the joys of a tasty beverage and spicy chili to that special feeling only highly trained rent-a-cops can give you as they grope you just before you pass through the turnstile. I suppose we all have to pick how we spend our free time.

Anyway, during the festivities, the following image got snapped via the camera phone.

Many thanks to Danielle, Jackie, and Michelle for a great afternoon.

Just as a side note, I don't know if you've been paying attention as long as I have, but, pretty much every picture taken of Loving Wife™ has her clutching her liquid wubby. Indeed, her record of glass-in-photo keeps rolling along: you can just see the glass sneaking at the bottom of the photo!

Update: Chili Tasting Results

Results have been posted online: www.riverhorse.com/news_events/index.html. Have to agree, Porterhouse did indeed mix up a great chili!

Today is indeed a sad day. It started with the realization that Westminster held their annual show and I didn't spend a week bitching about how the God Damned dog show is fucking up the ice at the Garden. I mean, the ice is (was?) usually pretty crappy at the best of times and to melt it for some pooches is (was?) just stupid. Still, on a yearly basis MSG failed to listen to my most excellent advice and continued to hold the show in the middle of the hockey season.

Well, this year the joke is on us. No hockey. Not today. Not tomorrow. Those bitches may as well try to sell their skates on eBay as far as I'm concerned. Fuck you Ted Saskin. Fuck you Gary Bettman. While I'm at it, the players can all go to hell. I only hope ESPN or some other network has the balls to pick up the WHA or even the AHL next year. As a Ranger$ fan that loves to take shit when the overpaid, shitty team loses of yet another game to such powerhouses as either the local Girl Scout Auxiliary Team or the Japanese National Team I'm used to abuse. Now, I've have had enough. I'd rather spend my time watching Frisbee Dogs or maybe going for a run. That is just fucking sad. I hate running!

More news here. This is the last I'll be posting on this topic. Even if those bastards get their shit together, the NHL is dead to me.

Donald Rumsfeld is great. He is exactly the right man, in exactly the right job, at exactly the right moment of time AND he just kicks ass when taking questions from the asshats in the media and/or the asshats in Congress.

His Q&A style, is well, awesome. I love the snappy answers. The ability to make the dork asking the moronic questions for the ump-teenth time feel like a dork is truly priceless. Case in point, questions from yesterday's Armed Services Committee:

How long will the war last? "There's never been a war that was predictable as to length, casualty or cost in the history of mankind."

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Sen. Robert C. Byrd (D-W.Va.) then complained about long-term Army expenses being included in an emergency spending package. Rumsfeld said the matter "really is beyond my pay grade." When Sen. Patrick J. Leahy (D-Vt.) observed that there are few positions beyond Rumsfeld's pay grade, Rumsfeld retorted: "Senator, I thought Congress was Article 1 of the Constitution."

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Ike Skelton (D-Mo.), asked about the number of insurgents in Iraq, the secretary said, "I am not going to give you a number for it because it's not my business to do [intelligence] work." ... Ultimately, Rumsfeld admitted he had estimates at his fingertips. "I've got two in front of me," he said.

"Could you share those with us?" Skelton inquired.

Not just now, Rumsfeld said. "They're classified."

While it is true there is a place, nay requirement, for oversight in Congress all we get today is bloated windbags croaking for the camera. Usually to the embaressment of themselves and our country. We need more people like Rumsfeld who aren't afraid to treat these (for lack of a better term) people in-line with how they behave: like children.

Don't know if you've been paying attention to the cases working through the SCOTUS, but the Kelo v. New London case is pretty important. The question, in a nut shell is, "Under what conditions, if any, can the government take property from you or your business for the public good?"

I'll leave it to you, dear readers, to find more links to the case, but it will be interesting to see how this plays out regardless of the final ruling that gets handed down. Personally, I think New London is dead wrong and if they are allowed to take the land for their office park it will be a sad, sad day for property owners in the U.S.

Okay, but only cause I think it is important:

• Will Leviathan Prevail?
• Condemn-Nation: This land was your land, but now it's my land.
• SCOTUSblog
• Legal Affairs on NPR

This was mentioned in an email at work, "Americans Instrumental in Establishing Standardized Tests" and for once a work-provided link didn't suck ass.

Just so you know, I find it odd that everyday I walk past the Brigham Library on the way to Conant Hall, where the cafeteria crap-a-teria is located. Just across the pond is the Chauncy Conference Center. Even though you know what the people did to get a building named after them, when you stop and think about the impact these three had on just about everyone in the last 50 years who has attended high school/college/university in the US, you kind of have to say, "Whoa!"

Interesting factoid not mentioned in the article: when you send mail to ETS, the address is ETS, Rosedale Road, Princeton, NJ 08541. They left off the numbers off steet address on purpose. We're officially located at 666 Rosedale Road. I kid you not.