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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Romney Does Not Believe in Dog

Would you strap your family pooch to the roof of your station wagon for a 12-hour family trek from Boston to Ontario?

Emotion-free Mitt Romney would, and did:
Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family's hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon's roof rack. He'd built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog.[ed. Aw, that's nice of him]

Then Romney put his boys on notice: He would be making predetermined stops for gas, and that was it.[ed. Did you tell Seamus? Did you?]

The ride was largely what you'd expect with five brothers, ages 13 and under, packed into a wagon they called the ''white whale.''[ed. "Mom, he's looking at me." "I gotta pee." "Stop looking at me, queer-bait!" "Are we there yet?" "Dad, what's queer-bit?"]

As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of trouble. ''Dad!'' he yelled. ''Gross!'' A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who'd been riding on the roof in the wind for hours.[ed. Yep, Seamus the Setter sadly soiled himself in payback.]

As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis management.

In all fairness, the straight-forward and vacuous Mitt probably asked the dog where he'd like to sit.

And Seamus responded,"Roof, roof!"

(Via Swampland)

Anne Coulter Rehabiltated

After a semi-exile, Ann Coulter is back and working the circuit. First she goes on Good Morning America and says, “if I’m going to say anything about John Edwards in the future, I’ll just wish he had been killed in a terrorist assassination plot.”

Then she is on Chris Matthew's Hardball while taking a call from Elizabeth Edwards, who asks politely asks Coulter to stop the personal attacks bcause it lowers our political dialogue precisely at the time that we need to raise it.

The final exhcange went like this:
E: …the language of hate, and I’m going to ask you again to politely stop using personal attacks as part of your dialogue.

C: Okay, I’ll stop writing books.

E: If you can’t write them without them, that is fine.

The problem is Counter can't write her books (or open her trap) without the bilious blabber she is famous for spewing, it's her thing, her schtick, her raison d'etre. The old saw of,"If you don't have anyhing nice to say, then don't say anything at all." Juz' plain doesn't work for her.

That's why she's back. It's infotaiment mascarading as information.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Engaging & to the Point

This animation is awesome.

The best part is, after trying to kill each other, they shake hands - that really captures the essence of the sport.

Incarcerex: Watch Out for the Side-Effects

(via MeFi)

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Bush's Missing Watch for Sale on eBay

The purloined timepiece is now being offered on Ebay by two different sellers.

One is from the Australia: George Bush's Watch - Awaiting arrival from Albania (via Kazakhstan).

The other is from UK: George Bush's watch, barely functional but a good laugh .

This is further fodder for my thesis that all outstanding news stories find their way to eBay.

Update: On a slightly related tract, this is kind of weird, "There were grumblings over its parliament's decision to strip Albanian security forces of their weapons during President Bush's recent visit, but support for the U.S. remains high."

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Monday, June 11, 2007

Is Google Sexist?

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Stuffed Toy Urn - Worst Idea Evar...

This is not as weird as snorting the remains of the departed, but stuffing the cremated remains into a teddy bear, creeps me out.
Boy! I have never talked to my Dad so much in my whole life as I have since he passed. Not only has he guided me every step of the way in the creation of Huggable Urns but he also has guided me in my personal life.
It gives me such comfort to be able to pick up my Teddy Bear and give my Dad a hug anytime I want to especially during my personal hard times. By having my Dad in my Huggable Teddy Bear I can bring him with me to all of our family gatherings.

I can see that family gathering where you try to take this on an airplane. Then stopped at securty to explained what all the powder is in the toy bear.

I hope Pops doesn't end up in the ol'Eureka courtesy of the TSA.

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Wednesday, June 06, 2007

He ain't heavy, he's my brother...

My big brother slipped away yesterday. His heart gave out while waiting for the surgery to fix the defect.

Only nine years older than me, he was the male role model in my life. A single mom raised two boys with no father. He stood in when I was small, carrying me to the house from the car when I feigned sleeping.

He sparked my interest in fencing. We used to battle in the backyard with pots on our heads, using garbage can lids as shields and slats from peach crates, which we carved into swords. Big brothers teach little brothers to duck, swerve and run real fast.

We didn't always get along, I still hold the grugde about when he shot me in the back with the BB gun when I was nine. Yet we were close. He lived with me for the last 6 years after our mom past away. During the last 6 months of her life, he quit his job to take care of her. The homecare nurses were astounded that the boys took care of the ailing mother. I'm suprised that they found it unusual.

Lately, his health had been poor but his death was unexpected for me. It had been at the back of my mind in a "what if" scenario. Yet my big brother should have won this round. Even though for last two months I helped him up and down the stairs protecting him against a fall.

In a funny way, I became the "big" brother.

The title of this post refers to song that I never read the lyrics before. I always joked with him about the line, but I didn't really understand the underlying meaning.

So when I read, earlier today, these lines the tears finally burst through:
If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

He had a big, big heart. A heart that eventually gave out.

God, I miss him...