Sure, there’s the whole Tron fetish thing, but I bet you didn’t know (redacted) ol-what’s-her-name was a food poet.

So, who - other than David and me - is thinking about engaging in that annual exercise in futility known as National Novel Writing Month?

Yes, it’s a couple of months away, but we like to embrace suicidal struggles early on.

If you’re one of those who feel the call, feel chosen, feel destined to be a part of this event, an event that quite possibly results in the largest amount of grammatical loose stools the world has ever seen in a 30 day period, then let us know.

We plan to form some kind of Ernest Hemingway / Charles Bukowski Drinking Club for Writers (Writing Club for Drinkers?), meeting up in the Denver area at least once a week, during which we will imbibe delightful beverages, converse, and then - come morning - regret not writing anything the night before.

C’mon, I know you’re sold on the idea - join us!

Heh.

(Hey, who knew that Fox News was part of the liberal media?)

Just a quick note… more to come. Spent the afternoon in the company of Mr. and Mrs. Michael as well as Geoff at a C.B. & Potts in south Denver today. The beer and conversation flowed, it was all very lovely and entertaining and a sign of just how the blogosphere brings together people of varying beliefs to enjoy each other’s company… and, uh, the waitress was great and had delightful breasts boobies.

Hooray!

Pictures follow:

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It was one year ago today that we lost Acidman.

Yes, he ruffled a lot of feathers and wasn’t well-liked by a number of people, but when he was on he was on.

Love him or hate him, even at 54 years old, his was a life cut too short. I’d have liked to sit down for a beer and some guitar playing at some point when I headed back to the Southeast.

Ah well, rest in peace, as they say.

The World Wide Rant, home to a garden of bloggy delights, is safe for most people over the age of 13:

Mingle² - Online Dating

Meanwhile, the blog of super-Catholic Mark Shea doesn’t fare as well:

Mingle² - Online Dating

Given that the Bible is chock full of violence and nasties, I’m not terribly surprised. Even Evangelical Outpost got an R rating.

Evil atheist and evolutionist PZ Myers, from whom I picked up this meme, is rated G!

Proof positive that atheists are better, shinier people and do not kick puppies!*

Update: David continues the poor showing for the Christians, while Mr. Lady sinks my battleship.

* Rather, we grind them up.

Wow, Representative Spencer Bachus (R-AL), in discussing gambling on the intertubes, sounds like the next Ted Stevens!

Radley Balko begins:

I just received the transcript to my testimony before Congress earlier this month on Internet gambling.

I thought you might enjoy one of the odder exchanges I had at the hearing. The exchange was with Rep. Spence Bachus, and I guess this was supposed to be his “gotcha” question for me. To be honest, I was so floored by the sheer ignorance of the question, I didn’t quite know how to respond.

Stevens might have had his bridge, but Bachus has a brain to nowhere.

Shine on, Alabama, shine on!

(It’s not like Colorado can talk: we do have Marilyn Musgrave and Tom Tancredo after all).

Among a multitude of other skills (none of which I can print here*), Tara knows quality and righteousness when she sees them. Check it out and weep, y’all:

I found this on the blog of a fellow Rocky Mountain blogger, Andy, of The World Wide Rant…It’s so beautiful, I’m almost speechless. Almost.

It’s not nearly as dirty as it sounds, which is quite unfortunate, but my ego will take what it can get right now. No, alas, dear Tara’s talking about the awesome - nay, SPECTACULAR! - Lijit Wijit hanging, unlike my boys, just to the right over there.

You should get yourself one too.

Or maybe ask Tara to con you into putting one up, and you too can wake up one morning after a Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash with an emu in handcuffs, an electric sander (fine grain), and a complete memory lapse of the night before.

Sometimes it’s best not to ask.

* Especially because I don’t happen to know what they are.

Right here, right now, with all of you as my witnesses, I would like to formally acknowledge…uh… ol’ what’s-her-name.

You’re so terribly, terribly welcome.

For the record, when Glenn Reynolds (peace be upon him) says:

I like the Downtown Grill & Brewery but Sapphire is kind of cool — lots of chill music….

…it can be safely assumed that the word “chill” has been sapped of all urban subculture cool.

Or maybe I’m just bitter that the photo of the barmaid* is so fuzzy.

* Barmaid? Bartender? Which is right? I like my nouns to imply gender, just to avoid any confusion. It’d be a shame for some male bar-tending person out there to be hopelessly longing for my sweet, sweet touch when that just ain’t gonna happen.

See, I’m all about other people’s feelings.