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Halloween in June/July

Essential Ghoul's Record Shelf, for all you groovie ghoulies.


Boob of Justice

This just might be a sign that slowly, slowly, America is working back towards what we might call "normalcy."

Remember, $8,000 of your tax dollars were spent so John Ashcroft didn't have to see the Boob of Justice. Now the ta-ta has been set free once again.


How You Say, "Twangy"?

Crazy Japanese Ventures-inspired rock 'n' roll.

Do we have the Ventures' 1962 Japan tour to blame for Guitar Wolf?



Best responce to Rove's latest shit.
Don't forget that these statements are meant to outrage you. You're a targeted audience They're meant to perpetuate a state of maximal polarization in this country -- the state of affairs most suited for vampires like Mr. Rove to suck the nation dry.


La, La-La, La, La, Laa-La...

I just love this shit. Another French Scopitone music video jukebox hit.

Vince Taylor

Read this, then listen to the song. He was rockabilly, he was nuts, he was an aircraft mechanic, he knew where the UFOs were going to land, David Bowie became Ziggy Stardust because of him, the Clash covered him...

I Normally Don't Make The Effort To Comment On Celebrity "News"

But why is Tom Cruise such a wussy?

"A spokesman for Cruise issued a statement saying, 'Tom wants to take action but we will decide in due course what that will be. He is not just going to forget about it.' "

He got squirted with water.

I say next time he gets a pie.


Wow - Space Sailing

This is really cool.

Save Me Jebus

About "Bibleman" Christian superhero who fights athiestic enemies who all seem a little "Jew-y."


All Old News

Don't even bother to read this.
It was in a March 14, 2002, memo that Blair's chief foreign policy adviser, David Manning, told the prime minister about the dinner he had just had with Rice in Washington.

"We spent a long time at dinner on Iraq," wrote Manning, who's now British ambassador to the United States. Rice is now Bush's secretary of state.

"It is clear that Bush is grateful for your (Blair's) support and has registered that you are getting flak. I said that you would not budge in your support for regime change but you had to manage a press, a Parliament and a public opinion that was very different than anything in the States. And you would not budge either in your insistence that, if we pursued regime change, it must be very carefully done and produce the right result. Failure was not an option."

Manning said, "Condi's enthusiasm for regime change is undimmed." But he also said there were signs of greater awareness of the practical difficulties and political risks.

Blair was to meet with Bush at his ranch in Crawford, Texas, on April 8, and Manning told his boss: "No doubt we need to keep a sense of perspective. But my talks with Condi convinced me that Bush wants to hear your views on Iraq before taking decisions. He also wants your support. He is still smarting from the comments by other European leaders on his Iraq policy."


New Puzzle Pieces Arriving Daily

And old pieces being reexamined.

What I wonder is, about when was it when Bush stopped talking about bin Laden?

"See, She's Still Movin'!"

Jeb Bush pokes corpse with stick, says it smells funny.


Add It Up

From here:
Add those up, add your own examples, and you will know why you hear conversations in the past couple of days using the “impeachment” word...not as a prediction, this is way too soon and/or extreme for now...but as part of an attempt to measure historic parallels, and to think aloud on how far this process might go. Maybe nowhere? Or, maybe we’re just seeing the beginning of something. We mention it tonight because the conversation is being held less quietly than before, and politics in Washington may be about to get even worse, if you can imagine anything worse.

I Wonder...

Is Donny Still King?

On Torture


The bad guys, like Saddam, always torture. When we do it, we become the bad guys.

What The Hell Is Going On In Kalamazoo?

Really, what the hell? Dogs in strollers, guys on hooks?


How Dare That Howard Dean Say All Republicans Are White Christians!

Bill Frist ensured that the Republicans who didn't want to vote in public against lynching didn't have to.

Because nothing's more embarrassing than stating your opinion on hanging and killing people.


Spider Baby

Saw this a week ago. Creepy-funny. But really creepy. Read about it here.

If I were an old TV horror film host, I'd definitely dress up like Ralph in his good clothes and show this movie, all the time gnawing on what looks like a roasted cat...

Zingers by Lynde

Peter Marshall:  In the movies, Frankenstein's monster was always big and ugly.  And he had lots of scars.  What was his biggest fear? 

Paul Lynde:  That the girls would be turned off by his big nuts!

In honor of what would've been Paul Lynde's 78th birthday yesterday, here are some words of wisdom from the center square.

Peter Marshall: In what state was Abraham Lincoln born? 

Paul Lynde: In what state?  Well, like all of us, naked and screaming!

Peter Marshall: Paul, why are forest rangers in remote locations ordering goats as standard equipment?

Paul Lynde: Because the sheep are wising up?


Hmm... $300 Million in Tax Dollars for Pop-Up Ads

Here we look into a great new plan to use $300 million to research "cutting-edge" ways to make Iraqis and the rest of the Arab world love the US and our military. How? "... SYColeman Inc. of Arlington, Lincoln Group of the District, and Science Applications International Corp. will help develop ideas and prototypes for radio and television spots, documentaries, or even text messages, pop-up ads on the Internet, podcasting, billboards or novelty items."

Well, that'd be enough to piss you off, especially when you realize that most Iraqis just can't get decent internet service to download podcasts to their iPods. But something smells funny, here, more funny than that funny smell at the top. Like, what's up with this Lincoln Group, with it's connections to the 2004 Bush/Cheney campaign?


Testicle Squeezin'...

... and more fun in Iraq. But get this -- this is American - on - American testicle squeezin', imprisonment, harassment, etc. It's Marine - on - mercenary. Not only do the mercs make more than the Marines, they have to go and take potshots at them. No wonder the Marines are treating them worse than dogs -- in other words, like Iraqi prisoners.

We've got years of this to come, you realize.


Greeting Cards for all occasions.

What I'm Watching Now

This. Can't wait to see what happens next!

I Said I Was Sorry

From here.
Morning zoo DJs at a classic rock station in New Zealand had a good scare last week: an inebriated listener climbed up the station's fire escape, kicked in a window, and ran into the studio screaming obscenities and accusing the zoo DJs of "not being funny anymore," as the whole fiasco went out over the air.


The Sweetest Kittens Have The Sharpest Claws

Go-Go! See the trailer for "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!"



I will never die. I will become a super cyborg, capable of lifting the elderly or small women.

Tulsa Orders Zoo To Include Creationist Exibit




.......Traaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnn.... 1973, with Al Green.


Jack-Off To Jacked Jack, Jack

The best quote on the new "Jack FM" radio format sweeping the nation from here:
It's kinda like freeform radio for people who hate surprises. posted by eatitlive at 3:33 PM PST on June 7


A Tune For You

Velvet Underground, "Guess I'm Falling In Love"

Just rock out.


Bob Log III, "Clap Your Tits"

The video.


Slicing Up Eyballs

It's that movie that all film professors show their class to let them know that old movies can be really freaky.

House Plant Pictures Studios

Has a blog.


Wait... I Thought I Was Deep Throat

The Daily Show on Deep Throat

To put things in historical perspective, read Hunter S. Thompson's moving obituary on Richard Nixon.

At the stroke of midnight in Washington, a drooling red-eyed beast with the legs of a man and head of a giant hyena crawls out of its bedroom window in the South Wing of the White House and leaps 50 feet down to the lawn ... pauses briefly to strangle the chow watchdog, then races off into the darkness...toward the Watergate, snarling with lust, loping through the alleys behind Pennsylvania Avenue and trying desperately to remember which one of those 400 iron balconies is the one outside Martha Mitchell's apartment.