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And she looks just like her dad or her mom or maybe some combination of the two.
Hard to say really, what with there not being any photos yet.
dude dad, get with the program!
And welcome, Lily Frances!
…this site was, in some circles, known as one of the more or less prominent atheist blogs. Ah, those were the (short-lived) days.
Now there are hundreds upon hundreds of us (which is nice to know, truth be told, strength in numbers and surely I can outrun at least 25-30% of those folks when the Vatican Death Squads come for us).
So, I’ve recently added an atheist blogroll over in the right sidebar.
Enjoy the godlessness, won’t you?
Posts like this are why I read Pharyngula for the science, and not for the moral or political stances taken therein.
Of course, I’m still perfectly ok associating with PZ Myers just as I am associating with Rightwingsparkle, despite the fact I find them both to have political stances that drive me to club baby seals – innocent ones at that – as a tension reliever.
Although, no offense, PZ, but she’s hotter.
I’ve done my good deed for the week.
Digging deep into my generous heart (full of, you know it, puppies and love), I offered some free space to my friend Mr. Lady so that she could leave behind the agony of Blogger and Blogspot.
You can now find her setting up her new home at (dubyadubyadubya) Whiskey in my Sippy Cup (dot com).
Sure, it’s mommy blogging, but it’s hot mommy blogging. It’s MILFs gone wild. It’s better than Cats!
Surely, with songs like “Chaotic Fish,” “Wolf Ladies Ltd,” “Moon Zombie,” and “The Brother Four Black Sun,” how could you not love them?
I’m not usually one to lavish copious quantities of effusive praise upon bands or albums or songs, but in this instance I feel I have to make an exception. I’ve never heard anything quite like this.
African American National Biography Project is, I can almost promise, the best band of which you have never heard.
And, as luck would have it, their newest album, “Sucked Into Jet Engines” is quite possibly the least listened to piece of sonic joy and goodness of 2008 (yes, I know, we’re only a couple weeks in, but I have a gut feeling about this one).
Formed in 2006 by four ambitious African American men and one woman of unclear Asian descent (all from Iowa), AANBP has recently been playing to standing room only crowds across the greater Des Moines metropolitan area.
Critics have praised their unique sound as “ephemeral,” “effervescent,” and “a rock your nads right off hybrid of old school and back to the future with a bit of Touched by an Angel. Booyah. Can’t touch this.”
No faint praise, that.
The band consists of Gary Turner (vocals, yodels), Eugene Henderson (guitar, e-bow), Larry Stevens (bass, honky tonk piano, didgeridoo), Bruce Thompson (drums, screeches, bellyaching), and Changchang Cheung (sowing discord among band members).
Be sure to check out the other acts on their record label, such as:
Curious what the hell this is all about? Check out Factsheet Five for where this round began, but here’s the scoop:
How to Play:
- Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random – The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
- Click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 – The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
- Visit http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ – The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
- Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result. And then ask someone else to play.
So, if anyone else wants to play, be my guest – let me know and I’ll link you up.
Apparently one of my appliances has been speaking with Mr. Lady’s plumbing*.
I came downstairs this morning to find that our washing machine had become incontinent, puddling water in the laundry room. I sopped it all up with paper towels (it wasn’t of Noachin magnitudes), ran the wash cycle again, and discovered another puddle.
So, long story short, I went to Lowe’s and bought a new washer today.
No real point to this story, sorry, but it’s always fun to anthropomorphize Mr. Lady’s privates.
* Not her naughty bits, although I hear women like to sit on washers – she never sat on mine to my knowledge – but the plumbing in her home in Canada. Which is not to say that her biological plumbing isn’t worth having a chat with, because I’m sure it’s quite the conversationalist. Witty too.
I know it doesn’t look like it from the last few posts, but – honest – I’m all about the atheism, science, rationality, and such. Life, however, has a way of driving one to periods of general disinterest when nothing seems to change.
So, yeah, in the meantime I write about NBC shows, tasty dinners, and 80s videos instead.
But, soon… soon…
Al Qaeda may be trying to rewrite “Perfect Day.”
If you haven’t been watching Glenn Beck’s series “The Perfect Day” on MSNBC, then you MUST watch the final segment tonight. (7 and 9pm Eastern on CNN) “The Perfect Day” is what papers and tapes that have been found in Iraq and Pakistan, show what a “perfect day” would be to terrorize Americans. What is the perfect day? Remember Beslan? That’s it. And there is some unnerving evidence that they are looking at our schools.
RWS links to the transcript here.
The short story: there’s mounting evidence that al Qaeda is targeting our schools for a multi-pronged attack, looking to scar us by hitting our most vulnerable: children.
Yes, there are tens of thousands of primary and secondary schools in the country, so the chance of mine or yours being hit is miniscule. And, yes, our schools have already demonstrated they can protect our children from other kids who doodle poorly-rendered handguns, as well as those who might need to take some PMS medication that a friend gives them.
Oddly, they’re not so good when it comes to real guns and drugs. Rather, like the TSA, they do a fine job of putting up a pretense of action (zero tolerance, baby!), while not really doing much of value when it comes to safety (a paper cut from the doodle was a lot more dangerous than the kid who drew it).
Anyway, go on over and read the transcript. It’s scary stuff, particularly if you’re a parent. Not that those without children can’t appreciate the danger, but having a child of my own surfaced an undercurrent of protective instincts I never knew I had. I know, me, a caring individual – almost as frightening as the al Qaeda threat!
Fight them over there or fight them here? Mr. President, it seems they plan on coming our way regardless.
Is it just a matter of when?