Such startling announcements as these should be deprecated as being unworthy of science and mischievous to its true progress. Saturday, May 29, 2004. Are you lookin at me. Friday, May 28, 2004. Dont make the mistake of thinking about why they had to kill the chicken. I could understand why a man who was having sex with a hen.

Industry insiders form the ultimate superhero team up. Friday, August 24, 2007. So, bye-bye comments, and a new template just to get the archives back up. Monday, March 01, 2004.

Adjust your TinFoil Bonnets, Granny is on a Rant. Did I Say That? Max Speak You Listen. Thursday, August 23, 2007. Am sure it is a mere coincidence . A picture worth a thousand words. I35 and the NASCO Corridor. Thursday, July 26, 2007.

Thursday, January 22, 2004. Wednesday, January 21, 2004.

HAPPY FURRY PUPPY STORY TIME WITH NORBIZNESS, version 2. No old people, please. Bill Walton, HEARING it from the crowd. A rotisserie chicken salad endorsed by Edward G. YOU HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURN, MY SON.

Musings about Limited Government, the War on Terrorism, Cheap Access to Space and Single Malt Scotch. Wednesday, June 25, 2003. My sweet wife and I were planning do a trip to Europe - Normandy, Belgium, Amsterdam, Copenhagen, Peneemunde - or something like that. Given the recent rise of crap like this. The Europeans were sympathetic to passing Americans on September 11. Let me call the press. Tuesday, June 10, 2003.

Laughing at The Horror of Being Alive. Baby and I both enjoyed this political but seemingly non-partisan flash movie. And finally, this trailer.

Angst, bile and too much time on my hands courtesy of Man Mountain Molehill. Sunday, May 22, 2005. Shit-sucking commie fucktard nanny-state moonbat sleazewad Democrats. Bible-thumping flat-Earther creationist douchebag censorship-mongering ignoramous Republicans? Somtimes I wish there really were a Hell just so politicians could burn in it. And I mean that sincerely, from the bottom of my heart. Tuesday, January 25, 2005.