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December 12, 2007

Oh YEAH!

I'm a fan of the original cut, voice-over dialogue and cheap upbeat ending and all, as I saw it in college the first time the same day we were reading Descartes in philosophy, and the scene where Darryl Hannah does the proof of being just made me all a jiggity. But the director's cut was better, and this should be AWESOME.

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Holiday Waypoint

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The latest Barney Christmas video is up over at the White House.

In a word, it's lame, a dull and listless "tribute" to the National Parks that looks as if it was fadged up in about two minutes by some staffer's 2nd grader. And both the Secretary of the Interior and the Chief of the National Parks, neither of whose names I could recall on a bet even after just watching the credits, are both horrid actors. There are a couple "guest star" cameos at the end, but they aren't nearly enough to save it.

Sigh. I recall that when the White House first started doing these vids, they were quite funny and spirited. It seems they have fallen steadily ever since. Fatigue, I suppose.

Still......it is full of clips of Scotties ticka-ticka-ing across marble floors, horsing around with ornaments and frolicking in the snow, so it isn't completely awful. Plus, there's a small segment featuring the Twins. Me, I've always dismissed Jenna as just a party-girl. But Babs? Mmmm, mmmm.

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More Extreme Tolkien Geekery

Yesterday, in answer to my musing on the meaning of the red star that Frodo sees low down in the southern sky during his visit to Rivendell, commenter STEVE responds:

I think Tolkien is suggesting that Frodo can indeed see further due to effects of the ring. I assume he is actually seeing all the way to Mordor (or it just may be a vision.)

Well, if this enhanced sight is an effect of the Ring, then not only does it allow its wearer to see further, it also allows him to bend his vision up, down and around. In the passage, the star is clearly said to be in the southern sky. However, by the map of Middle Earth, Mt. Doom is not only south of Rivendell, it is also better than 500 miles east. Plus, their are at least two mountain ranges (the Misty Mountains and the Mountains of Shadow) that stand between Frodo's window and either Mt. Doom or Barad-Dur.

I'm still going with the symbolic on this one. And given Tolkien's later explanation of the formation of the stars by Varda the Valar that makes clear they are beyond the reach of the forces of eeeeevil in Middle Earth, I wonder whether its inclusion isn't just another oversight by the old boy.

Speaking of which, I've always been juuuuust a bit dubious of the passage in The Two Towers in which Legolas stands at the doors of Edoras and is able to see both Mt. Doom and Minas Tirith. Again, looking at the more detailed map of Gondor and environs, there is the problem of the mountain mass looming up directly to the east and south of Edoras. It seems possible that Legolas would have line of sight to Mt. Doom from that vantage point. However, it seems quite implausible that he would also be able to see Minas Tirith, as many of the peaks of the White Mountains, and especially Mt. Mindolluin, lie in the way.

"Tom," I can hear you saying, "you need to get a life."

Geek Yips! from Gary:
There's a forum that bandies around theories of this "red star". My own theory is that the star is the same one he saw in the sky in Chapter Three of "Fellowship", Three Is Company. Here it's referred to as Borgil, and probably corresponds to Aldebaran or Betelgeuse. Though, allegorically, it could certainly represent the red eye of Mordor.

"DUH!" YIPS from Steve-O:

That's no star.......it's a space station!

Sorry, couldn't resist.

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Buckley & Co. Endorse Romney

Not much of a surprise from National Review since many at The Corner (I'm looking at you, KLo) have been flogging his candidacy for almost a year. Their reasoning is...well...reasonable.

I would argue that their prediction of a "coalition breaking" effect from a Giuliani candidacy is erroneous, though. Quite the contrary, I think Rudy could broaden the Center-Right coalition for Republicans that is currently much heavier on the Right than the Center. I get a little irritated when pundits qualify the "base" as being almost exclusively Evangelical Christians. As far as I'm concerned I'm the base, too. And I ain't no Liberal.

Yips! from Robbo: Despite our joking around with Ol' Fred here, I'm still not very much committed to anybody yet. Mitt, Rudy or even McCain (because of his foreign policy accumen) would all be perfectly acceptable to me.

BTW, I meant to mention this the other day: the Missus is not ordinarily a very political person. I suppose I would categorize her as a right-leaning centrist. However, she caught Mitt's "Mormon" speech last week and was blown away by it. A straw in the wind? Perhaps.

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December 11, 2007

Gratuitous Off-Season Posting

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I missed this: The Nats have swapped catcher Brian Schneider and outfielder Ryan Church to Gary's Mets in exchange for Paul Lo Duca and Lastings Milledge, who play the same positions.

I guess I can see the Milledge trade as part of the Nats' strategy to bring in young guys and build them up. (Milledge is 22.) On the other hand, Lo Duca (who is 35), only signed a one year contract and looks to me to be a stop-gap until Jesus Flores is ready to be the full-time plate man.

All I know is that the eldest Llama-ette is not going to like this nooz because Church and Schneider, along with Ryan Zimmerman and Dmitri Young, were the anchors of the team this year and she got very used to watching them. And like her old dad, she is not fond of change.

UPDATE: Well, the sports guys at the WaPo like the Lo Duca deal - comparable to Schneider on defense (although his arm's not as good) and a solid bat. Plus the one year deal gives the Nats all kind of flexibility depending on how Flores comes along.

Sounds pretty good to me.

UPDATE DEUX: Broke the news to the Llama-ette. Her initial reaction, an exclamation of "WHAT?!!" that blended incredulity and hostility, was one of those little tics that reminds me of what an absolute clone the gel is of her late grandfather. It's downright creepifying sometimes.

Anyhoo, she calmed down as I explained the way trading ballplayers works. After pondering things for a minute or two, she said, "But....they're all still friends, right?"

I assured her that everybody was still friends.

Yips! back from Gary:
With Lo Duca you get a team motivator in the clubhouse, a veteran leader. Yes, he can be a hothead sometimes but sometimes that's the kind of spark a young up-and-coming team can use. I'm sorry to see him go (as are a lot of Mets fans) and frankly can't fathom why Minaya didn't sign him. He said PLD was looking for a multi-year deal but this proves otherwise. Plus, we now have THREE catchers signed. WTF?

Bad Omar!

As for Milledge? Eh, I personally thought he was a bit overrated and it would seem that potential trade partners felt the same thing. I would have certainly preferred to get at least a 2nd tier reliever in exchange but on this one I'll defer to the head office that this was the best they could do at the time. They probably could have gotten more if they did it much sooner.

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Full Assimilation Into The Hogwarts Collective Almost Complete

Just started book six last night and I'm already over 100 pages in.

It just occured to me that I'm just about at the same point that everyone else was upon the book's release when a couple of killjoys shouted out the ending to the unsuspecting fans waiting in midnight vigils outside the bookstores.

In hindsight, that really was a dick move.

Yips! from Robbo: Ha! Although I said I would, I still haven't cracked any of the Potter books. Neener, neener!

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Book Review

Fatal Depth: Deep Sea Diving, China Fever, and the Wreck of the Andrea Doria
by Joe Haberstroh

I loooove survival non-fiction. You give me a book about a mountain climbing trip that went awry; a shipwreck; lost in the desert; trapped in a cave; and I am one happy reader. I will bury myself in that book, happy as a rat in a sack of Fritos, for hours. Some of my all time favs from this genre are:

Untamed Seas by Deborah Scaling Kiley
Between a Rock and a Hard Place by Aron Ralston
Deep Survival: Who Lives, Who Dies, and Why by Laurence Gonzales

and of course everything Jon Krakauer has ever written.

So I was pretty excited when I read a review of Fatal Depth in a magazine cousin to the glorious rag Outside. (It was something left at the beach house. Can't remember the magazine name.)

As you know - I hate doing plot synopsis so I'm lifting the dirty work from a customer review at Amazon:

As scuba equipment and technique became increasingly advanced, dives to the "Everest of Scuba Diving", the Wreck of the Andrea Doria, were becoming routine throughout the 90's. Dan Crowell, skipper of the deep dive charter boat "Seeker", had a perfect safety record, repeatedly visiting the site, until the disastrous summers of 1998 and '99, when the "Doria" reasserted her reputation for doom and claimed five divers.

The skeleton details set my imagination on fire. Why is deep sea diving so dangerous? What kinds of trouble do technical divers encounter? Why would anyone risk their life for a plate or cup from the Andrea Doria? What was the Andrea Doria and when did it sink?

I'm happy to report that all of these questions and more are answered in the ably written pages of Fatal Depth. I was, in fact, quite impressed with Joe Haberstroh's ability to weave together the five unrelated stories of diver deaths with the story of the Seeker and the history of the Andrea Doria. It could not have been an easy task, but he carries it off quite well.

The reader learns a lot about the complexities and hazards of deep sea diving, while absorbing the history of the Andrea Doria, plus a good fistful of maritime law. It's the perfect snack book. Crunchy, salty and satisfying. I read it in one day and it was exactly what I hoped ~~ a tasty mind-nosh that doesn't require much chewing. Fatal Depth tastes great - and its great for you too!

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Gratuitous This n' That Posting

There's something of a bug working its way through the Family Robbo at the moment. My symptoms have been confined primarily to a kind of drowsy wooziness so far. Not actually incapacitating, but it makes it hard to think straight for any length of time to make the donuts.

Anyhoo, I don't have the energy to do any large posting at the moment, so I'm just going to throw down some random thoughts floating about in my braims at the moment:

***This year for the first time we decorated the wreaths on the front door of Orgle Manor with purple ribbon in honor of Advent. (We'll switch over to red come the 23rd.) I grow increasingly fond of Advent as I get older, probably because the sense of cleansing and preparation of the season is becoming more important to me. I should also mention that while the Missus has no interest in swimming the Tiber with me, the fact that I am has caused her to pay much more attention to her own faith (which to me is a very good thing). She, too, feels the - what? - Advental urge more now than previously.

Now if we could only figure out a way to stop the gels from fighting over who gets to blow out the candles on the dinner table wreath.......

*** My metro reading of late has been Anthony Powell's A Dance To The Music of Time. As I mention, I've been feeling woozy and one of the results is that for the past two days I have been dozing off in the middle of my book and daydreaming character, dialogue and plot details. This is causing me quite a bit of confusion. I fear that I'm going to have to go back and reread a tremendous amount in order to sort out what is real and what I've been imagining. (To give one example, I'm pretty sure that old Mr. Deacon does not have a pierced tongue in the original, nor does he swing from a rope like a circ d'soleil performer.)

***Speaking of reading, what is the deal with the red star glaring away in the southern sky that Frodo can see from his window in Rivendell? Did Tolkien shove that in just for a bit of imagery? Surely he wasn't thinking at that point that Sauron had any power over one or more stars? Oh, and another thing: as the Company is walking south through Hollin, Frodo, Gandalf and Aragorn feel something fly high over them in the middle of the night. I always assumed this was a winged Nazgul on a stealth spy mission. Anybody got a better explanation?

***Recently saw Ocean's 13. I think the ref probably should have stopped the fight at 12. And Ellen Barkin is getting too old to be slinking around like that.

***Holiday Waypoint: Got a Starbuck's eggnog latte this morning and immediately remembered why I never get more than one per season. Yuck.

*** I haven't felt too inclined to post on politics lately, but I have to say that the fallout over the recent NIE "flip-flop" on Iranian nukes is scaring the bejaysus out of me. I was so caught up with Dan Henninger's article on it as I flew back to Dee Cee last Thursday evening that I forgot to be afraid of the actual flying.

***Finally, here's something that makes me smile: Go on over to Scribal Terror and check out the video Gail posted of the dancing dog. (I'd repost it here except I can't find the code and all the copies on YouTube are much poorer in quality.) I have rarely seen such a happy animal. And the conclusion is absolutely perfect.

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Aaaaaand We're Back

Sorry about any problems you might have experienced trying to get your morning dose of Llama Madness today. It seems that the cyber-jihadis had another go at Dr. Rusty's Sandcrawler. And while the Sandcrawler itself appears to be bomb-proof, the rest of us on the Moo-Knew continuum seem to have suffered some collateral damage. At least I couldn't get my keys to work for a while.

Anyhoo, hopefully it's all sorted out now.

Yip! Yip!

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December 10, 2007

Gratuitous Tee Vee Observation

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The past couple days, I've seen an awful lot of ads flogging the premier of the "Sarah Connor Chronicles" next January.

I have to say that I'm moderately intrigued. But I also have to ask what you guys think: Will River Tam make a plausible new-model Terminator? (I already know what the LMC will say to this. He's been wandering the desert ever since "Dark Angel" was cancelled.)

And speaking of such things, watching the Llama-ettes and their friends recently, it occurred to me that the insanely popular Webkinz are probably a Skynet plot, and that when Judgement Day comes it won't be at the hands of sooper-tricked out automated weaponry. Instead, Mankind will be annihilated by legions of small, loveable virtual pets, with big, sad eyes, and names like Fluffy and Jingles. ("Ooooh. I'm sooooo sad that you won't be able to play with me anymore! Goodbye! Blam! Blam! Blam!")

Be afraid.

UPDATE: More gratuitous tee vee stuff: who else out there gets a kick out of those new Burger King ads where the moms are trying to off the King? I especially like the "Khaaaaaaan!!" riff in the one where they sabotage his car.

Yips! from Gary:
Which name actually sounds more strange to the ear: Summer Glau or River Tam?

Discuss.

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Movie Review

Grand Theft Parsons (2003)

A friend recommended this movie to me, saying it was hysterical. The plot involves the theft of Gram Parson's body by his friend and manager Phil Kaufman after Parsons died in 1973. I hardly knew who Gram Parsons was before I watched this movie, so I have to rely on Wikipedia's knowledge of the incident. Apparently - it is based on an actual event.

Johnny Knoxville plays Kaufman and he does a good job. Christina Applegate is in it and she's good too. Everybody seems to be doing their best to make this film work. The music is good. The editing is perfectly serviceable. It even made me laugh out loud three times. But somehow it just doesn't work for me.

Maybe it's the subject. If you're going to do a movie about the wacky circumstances surrounding someone's demise I just think you need to push the envelope harder than they did. At one point I could see where the Coen brothers would have done a superb job with this material because they excel at walking on the razor's edge between grim and hilarious. It seemed to me that the director wanted characters out of Raising Arizona, but, perhaps due to weak writing, he didn't get them,

It didn't stick with me. Before it was over I'd already forgotten everything that had happened. I re-watched the first few minutes and saw how the whole thing came full-circle in a very well organized way. But I still didn't think it was tremendously funny. You know why?

Because I didn't know Kaufman and I didn't care about him. The film spends no time telling me anything about him before Gram Parsons died. His lines are bland. The dialog goes no where. It took me forever to figure out that he was the center of the story.

And that hardly seems fair to the man, because the brief biography of him I found here makes him sound hilarious and filled with one-liners so sharp they could shave off your eyebrows.

Take what he said about Keith Richards for example:

"Keith [Richards] might get out of control. He might be up till four in the morning, but at seven o’clock he’d be the first guy up and playing his guitar. Keith could eat nails and piss rust. He has the constitution of a cement mixer. What goes in will come out, and he will live."

So - you might like this movie - as my friend did. The biography linked above calls Grand Theft Parsons "half-entertaining." Talk about damning with faint praise! Maybe a few rounds of Quarters before hand will help.

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That's Still Sorta My Church!

Yesterday was the Christmas Pageant over at St. Loony-Up-The-Cream-Bun-and-Jam. In a monumental piece of miscasting, the youngest Llama-ette played an angel this year. (The other two had a conflicting piano recital and could not attend.)

I walked in expecting to simply sit and watch to make sure the Llama-ette refrained from stage-diving off the altar. (She had been speaking ominously earlier on about using her wings to "fly".) Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I was marked down in the program to usher the durn thing. It turns out that my general resignation from all offices connected with St. LUTCBAJ never quite made it to the Usher's Guild.

Well, I wasn't going to be churlish about it, so dutifully donned my usher's badge, passed out programs and took up the collection plates. Hopefull, B-16 will understand. I certainly got some odd looks from some of the congregation who were In The Know, however.

As far as the Pageant itself, everything went fine. The key question every year is whether or not the baby tagged to play Jesus is going to put up a fuss. This year's entrant remained docile throughout, so everyone was free to mumble and stumble their way through their lines without distraction as family members snaked up and down the aisle taking pictures. (I saw exactly two people in the congregation who were not directly related by blood to one or more of the cast members.) The Llama-ette managed to control herself, too, perhaps because of my severe warning that if she didn't behave then she'd get not a single sniff of the cocoa, cookies or candycanes in the hall after the performance. I would expect that among the actual cherubim and the seraphim, virtue is probably not a matter of either threat or bribary. In her case, however, I'll use whatever tools are available to me.

BTB, among the carols and hymns sung was "Go Tell It On The Mountain". We sing this every. single. year. And it drives me absolutely batty every. single. year. There are few things more aesthetically ridiculous if not downright patronizing than a gang of well-heeled Episcopalian WASPs trying to sing spirituals. I do wish they would cut it out.

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Juliette and the Licks

Sid, over at Leper Pop had a chance to see Juliette Lewis and her band, The Licks on a night out in Chicago recently.

I had no idea that Juliette Lewis even had a band, so it was great to get to go to the show with Sid vicariously. At the end of his post he includes a music video that is like nothing I've ever seen before. She has a delivery that reminds me of Janis Joplin, but I had to watch the video twice just to come to terms with the WTF? Factor.

Seriously, if you're one of the many who had secret tingles for Juliette after watching Natural Born Killers, you have to surf over and go to the show with Sid now.

Update: The other half of Leper Pop also got his eyeful at the show. Check out his review here.

Big cuppa Earl Grey, hot, for Mrs. Keysunset!

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Random Commuter Observation

I discovered when I went to put the rear panel onto the ol' Jeep ragtop this weekend that I had somehow managed to break the zipper.

I suppose I'm going to have to have it fixed or replaced. Personally, I don't mind tooling around backless. The Jeep has a very efficient heater and I rayther enjoy having the fresh air tickling the back of my neck. On the other hand, it'll be pretty hard cheese for anybody who has to ride in the back seat.

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December 08, 2007

Who Are You And What Have You Done With My Children?

The elder Llama-ettes are doing a model of the Taj Mahal for their semi-annual history project at St. Marie of the Blessed Educational Method. I told them point blank that Ol' Dad wasn't going to shoulder the load this time around. I would take care of tasks that involved very sharp blades or excessive paint fumes, but for the rest of it, they were on their own.

And you know what? The thing isn't turning out half bad. Sure, it's mostly a concoction of styrofoam blocks and balls picked up from Michael's, but still. The eldest gel even took the initiative to fashion a base for the central dome that would raise it up a bit.

Mirabile dictu.

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Universities and restricted gifts

This article in The Good Times is on how some donors (or their families) are holding colleges accountable for using the proceeds of restricted gifts for purposes other than those intended by the donors. Princeton's potential liability is in the hundreds of millions of dollars.

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December 07, 2007

Are You Buying Fewer DVDs?

Ran across this post at Libertas, and apparently DVD sales will be down in 2007 from last year.

I personally never bought all that many DVDs unless I absolutely knew for a fact that I'd end up watching it again and again, if it had must-see special features or if I saw it priced as an absolute steal in some mega-superstore bin.

This past year, I rented from Netflix: "Transformers" (which no one in the house had yet seen), "Meet The Robinsons" (a favorite of my seven year old) and "Spider Man 3" (which the eleven year old couldn't wait to see again). Other than MTR, each of these were watched by my kids once and when I asked whether or not I should send it back to Netflix in every case I got an apathetic "yeah". If I had purchased any of them, I'd have been pretty pissed knowing that they'd probably have ended up sitting on my shelf unwatched.

I've bought a couple as gifts for Christmas for nieces and nephews who specifically asked for them. But I have no impulse to buy anything on DVD in the near future for myself except "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix". Even my buddy with the giant DVD collection hasn't really been buying any lately.

Anyone else finding this the case? (and don't comment with "I've never bought DVDs" - this question is obviously not for you)

UPDATE:
And another thing. I've noticed that many DVDs are now coming in two versions. One has a single DVD with the movie, reg. price $19.99 or so and the other is a two-disc "collector's edition", the second disc being all the special features and usually selling for $29.99 (except for the first week they come out in which case they're usually discounted by about $5 each). The two most recent examples would be "Harry Potter" and "Pirates of the Carribean 3: The Mind-bending Plot Dump"

Now I seem to recall that even movies with second discs (with special features) used to be standard at $19.99. This new packaging/pricing seems like a recent thing. And frankly, it's a real dick thing to do to consumers. Half the time the only reason to buy a DVD is for the special features.

So if the distributors are scratching their heads as to why DVD sales are going down, one answer may be the reaction to this "marketing" move.

A-holes.

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Seasonal Waypoint

As I was idly flipping through the mail that's accumulated in the hall at Orgle Manor in my absence this week, I stumbled across a Christmas card. It features a photo of a family on the front. The family's names appear on the inside of the card, together with a local address and a suitably non-committal greeting for the season.

I have no earthly idea who these people are.

Actually, this is not a-tall an uncommon occurance 'round here. The Missus is the out-going, social half of our team, while I am the misanthropic curmudgeon. Indeed, when I'm actually recognized around town, say at the soccer fields, a birthday party, or some art or social function, I am pretty regularly labelled as "Mrs. Llama's Husband."

(I'd tell you all about the card itself, which is a doozy of its particular type, except that I don't want to get in trouble. I'm pretty sure these people are not friends of ours, but I don't know what position they hold in the Missus' vast, interlocking webs of what Meyer Wolfsheim called "gunnegshuns" and I don't want to give away enough detail to possibly identify them to any other of the Missus' gunnegshuns who might happen to wander in here.)


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Kennel Madness

Dear Reader:
Let's all coo together now . . . AWwwwwwww!

Yes - they look cute, but they are all needle teeth on one end and "fudge" on the other.

These are my new baby-girl beagle puppies, hereafter to be referred to as the Tri-Colored Peril. We got them from the pound almost a month ago. A pal of mine who knows of such things told me they would bring home kennel cough, but that they would most likely work through it without medicine.

What she didn't tell me is that people can get Kennel Cough. For the past week, Pep and I have been snorting, coughing, hacking, sneezing, and yes, barking full of canine mucous joy. Arf. Arf.

Steve-O told me that if he sees me parading around campus wearing a sweater set matched with the girls in tams and color coordinated leashes he will certainly have to shoot me. Steve is a good friend.

But beyond the disease the Tri-Colored Peril has visited on my household, when under Hell's Bell will these girls be able to control the bowels and bladder?

In all my life I have not seen dogs who poop more. They're three months old and my home is an Oompa-Loompa Fudge Factory . . . only it seems all the Oompa-Loompas the size of a small teddy bear and there must be 47 of them cranking out "treats."

Seriously, when does this newspaper period end?

Living in the magical fudge forest,
Chai-rista

UPDATE:

Pep asked that I add the following saga to "Kennel Madness" (below the fold) . . .

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Friday's Bad Music Video - Pt. 3

I'll see your Journey and Gap Band and raise you one Baltimora...

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