link
Dec 29, 2007 @ 18:26
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNliP8W9dto
That is all.
can't catch you if you're on fire
Dec 19, 2007 @ 11:11
When shredding just isn't enough, there's always burning those inconvenient incriminating documents.
more like klownbuchar
Dec 18, 2007 @ 10:41
Jesus Christ Amy. You just can't seem to get this FISA thing right in your head. Why are you so wet for expanding Bush's spying power and granting telecoms immunity from lawsuits related to illegal domestic spying? You really like to take a klobuchar on all of your constituents, don't you?
You're making me change the dictionary a second time. Now I have to change the entry for the word clown:
clown (kloun) n.
1. One who jokes and plays tricks.
2. A coarse, rude, vulgar person; a boor.
3. Senator Amy Klobuchar
How can you sit there and talk about how you want to create a mobile phone user's bill of rights... how can you make that your mission... and then also vote to not hold the phone companies responsible for violating their customer's 4th Amendment rights?
dinkytowner debbie downer
Dec 9, 2007 @ 17:14
I just liked the sound of it... no bad news or Rachel Dratch news, either.
But, I was at the Drinkytowner [sic] on Friday night with Dani and her friend who came in for the weekend. We needed something to do, somewhere to eat, and somewhere to drink... and with Fort Wilson Riot supporting their friends on stage that night, to Drinkytown we went.
At some point in the night I noticed this guy who was obviously in a band of some sort. You can always spot the talent. He looked like this strange mix of some guy from Man Man and this bartender I know from the Bulldog on Lyndale. Jet black hair, black eyes hiding behind long black lashes, and a garish amount of jewelry. And a beard. A big black beard. If there was an Anti Claus, and he was bearded, this would be the beard he had.
I didn't know who this guy was, and I never noticed him take the stage (though I admit I was minding my winter ale more than the performances -- vinyl booths can have that effect).
I still wouldn't know who the guy was if it wasn't for the fact that I fished Dani's September issue of GQ out of my recycling. I was docking a ship in the harbor when I turned to page 276 and there this mystery man stood, in plaid pants, a Russian fur hat, sporting much the same jewelry collection he did on Friday night. Not in my bathroom, obviously. In the magazine. (That's what I get for using run on sentences.)
Devendra Banhart. I spotted Devendra Banhart at the Drinkytowner on Friday night, and I would have never know it if I had recycled Dani's GQ.
der gobbley gobbley
Nov 27, 2007 @ 11:12
So I was IMing... and I wrote something I liked, and then I thought to myself, "hey, sometimes I write good [sic]. Why don't I blog anymore." So... rather than blogging I'm copying and pasting:
"so how was your turkeygiving, did you give turkey?"
"actually I put on my flanel and went into the refrigerated wilderness of my local grocery and stalked me a turkey breast and it was good"