London Fashion Week..Smashing!

It’s good to know London fashion week was the best EVER; first off, I love the fact that James Long found a clever way to use all fire-retardent blankets!  He spins a new twist by showing gold lame´leggings for men!  I’m entranced with all the lounge-lizard glitter!

And, I saved the “best” for last.

These aliens, er, models are wearing designs from the James Long 2010 collection.
Brought to you by Ludicrous London.  That’s London, as in, the UK, and not the Londone on the south side of Uranus. ( And, this is all the rage for Londoners.  Tells ya something about Gridiron Brown, doesn’t it?)

This fashionista says, I saw one of these liztards crawl under my wood pile
just last week!

This is why you’re fat

“Dessert Lasagna

“Layers of Oreos, graham crackers, dulce de leche ice cream, chocolate and peanute butter chips drizzled with chocolate syrup. (via redpajamas)”

“Meatini

“A full English fried breakfast served in a cocktail glass made out of bacon. (via rathergood)”

You can take a gander over on This is why you’re fat. where dreams become heart attacks., if you want to convulse in laughter. You’d be getting your day’s worth of exercise before you die ever after. heh. ;>

p.s. I simply cannot stop laughing.. :D

Grr.. hair-tearing, chest-beating Peeve-of-the-Day!

This may not be obvious to most people, so I don’t expect anyone to empathize, commiserate, or pay any attention to this. You people can leave now. Get! There’s an interesting phenomenon I’ve discovered recently that’s driving me stark mad!  Let me set the scene, first.  My office is in the loft right over the living room; I keep the TV on in the background so I can listen to C-SPAN’s congressional hearings and political programs, and coverage of high-profile meddlers-of-society.  I’ve been running a little experiment prompted by this phenomenon that effects me like a song I can’t get out of mind. I listen to voices on C-SPAN, and I notice those who speak with helium-high, whiny voice peppered with high-low, high-low in waves, top of the scale ringing-crystal-glass high note, childish, little girl/little boy voice inflections punctuated by helium-high gigglely laughs, are for the most part, D-e-m/L-i-b-e-r-a-l-s!  What is it with liberals who sound like children at a coed pajama party, jumping up and down on the bed, stopping only to take another hit of helium before returning to bed-jumping and rib-tickling tittertottle inane mind-shattering drivel?  What’s worse is listening to a guy with a woman’s voice.  *putting head in plastic bag*

So, I listen to affectation-prone, childish voices trying to guess the age of the speaker.  More often than not, I think ah well this one is in her early 20’s, quickly rubber-neck down to the TV to see that the speaker is an over-40 raisin. -oo-  *scream*  In fact, women seem to know exactly where my psychotic-break-button is and puts her pedal-to-the-metal, finger-nails down chalkboard, tail-pulling cat screeching, fickle-finger-of-fate, foghorn, owl-screeching, shrill, oral instrument on my eardrum and doesn’t let up ‘til I shove an ice-pick into my ear to kill my sound-box!!!  In other words, tiny, thin, giggily, high-pitched, whiny, childish voices coming from men & women drives me nucking futz!!!

I just know you’ll notice this phenomenon of *kids-in-grown-up-clothes* before too long, which seem to afflict (but perhaps not limited to) Dems & Liberals.

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This has been a special announcement. We will now return to our regularly scheduled program, “Helium-High Hyenas on the Hill.”

Outrage continued..

Getting back to the neoBeverlyHillbillies Ohbama’s gifts to the Queen (see previous post).

The Queen responded in a rather flat: “How delightful.”

Link: National Review Online

In case you’re wondering, the Queen bestowed the following exemplar gifts to the Ohbamas, from the same source above:

In a private ceremony with Queen Elizabeth, Her Royal Highness bequeathed to the Obamas one of the earliest known copies of William Shakespeare’s Henry V. She also presented him with the framed orginal sheet music of John Newton’s “Amazing Grace.” To the Obama daughters, the Queen gave a dollhouse-sized replica of Windsor Castle with a functioning train station in the year of the compound. They also received a prize Shetland pony. Mrs. Obama was given a ruby ring commissioned and worn by Queen Victoria.

DID YOU GET THAT!?!  That is truly a travesty of presidential policy and procedures – who threw the Book of Protocol into the bloody fire.. place?   You know, there should be someone in the WH that is beet red by the unpolished, uncouth, Filene’s Basement of the Elite Sphere, chintzy way of entertaining their Betters.

Oh, well, what the bloody ‘ell, let’s look at it on the bright side, at least the Ohbama’s realize the Brit’s pecking order: Prime Minister Gordon Brown got a gift of a set of DVDs (not a set of BVDs thank God! ;) and they left the shopping bag of party favors with the Queen!  They say the Brit media was appalled and furious about the lack of traditional protocol the Prime Minister endured while in Tinsel Town.  Well, you get the gist..so..

TA TA!

‘ave a ‘ellava bloody good day!

Does anyone know where Outrage went?

It’s very possible that Outrage was with Helen Thomas when she called out the bogus BS of bizness going on with the prezObey badministration.  I think she was eluding to the canned laughter pontification and hotair evacuation from behind the podium by Gibberish.  Okay, so now we have Obey&Co. doing pre-packaged infomercials around the nation at any venue that can withstand the high degree of hotair emitted by the lineup.  I mean, really.   Is this where our government is going in relation to “reality”?   I’m beginning to think that we are being snookered – in that Obey&Co. is actually a Reality sitcom put on by ABC.   Really.  I mean, there is a cast of characters doing the silly sausage routine, some slapstick, tap dancing around Issues and Promises.   And you know, it might help thinking this administration is a Reality Show so we can endure the next several years using laughter alone.  I’ve been told that laugh therapy can cure cancer and many serious illnesses, so from now on we should view the pre-packaged “shows” as a comedy skit  instead of losing our minds believing it’s all real.

I mean, really.  Having a prezCo. with a sidekick called TOTUS doing interviews, conferences, and pressers while working the prez’s mouth like a puppet next to it, prez’s daily face time on TV, Twitter, tricksy titters, with the “little people” of America, reminescent of a dictator like Castro haranguing in the town square for hours on end surrounded by thousands of his “followers”, the appointment of his arch enemy (keep your enemies close!) Hilarious ramRodham as Secretary of State!, appointing one tax cheat after another to high office, reneging on campaign trail Promises, the unbelievable lack of protocal of international statecraft “official” gifts, like handing a shopping bag to the Queen! which contained an airport paperback copy (from WH Smith shop at airport) of Dreams of My Father (but hey! he signed it, should be worth millions [of pesos]) some day , a bottle (hysterical laughter) of Johnny Walker Scotch (black Label), a CD of ABBA’s greatest hits still in its shrink wrap 2-for-1 sticker plastered on it (YES!), and,..and.. wait for it,

10 bags of M&M’s with (sniff) the prezdementia seal on them!!!,

YES!!!!,

and, to be continued..

Wow! I didn’t think it would ever *get* here! *rolling eyes*

Lest anyone forgot, today is National Pipeline Safety Day! I’m torn; there are many ways I can celebrate the mighty mention of today’s worth.  Some of you will probably celebrate by finally fixing that dern leak under the sink; then there’s those who will use the pipe as the Day’s weapon of choice. As for me, due to the magnitude of this resolution finally passing the House, think of it folks, the pipe, yipes, pipe day!  I’m going to trek through the jungle of my own home, catch a vine, swing down the hallway into my den where I’ll light *one* up in my finest meerschaum.

I don’t know how the sponsors of this resolution will celebrate National Pipeline Safety Day but rumor has it, the sponsors have been hitting the pipe all day.  Surely, this is celebrating to the max with hearts on fire.  And, finally:

“Previous generations certainly ask themselves, Where were you when
President Kennedy was shot? But in my district, people literally ask
the question and know the answer to, Where were you when the pipeline
exploded? It had that much of an impact in my district.”

Have sex with your big toe

-oo-
You’re thinking, “how lame. Surely you can do better than that.” What!? Better than x-gov Spitball, Paragon of Virtue, who has in the past, railed against prostitution and made it his life’s goal to round up the morally handicapped? All the while painting a self-portrait of personal integrity and high moral standards? Better than the newly inducted gov David Paterson who, almost immediately after being crowned, topped off the celebration by announcing both he and his wife have had extra-marital affairs?!? Numerous affairs!? Celebrate! Celebrate! Dance to the music! (drumroll) My wife and I are a-d-u-l-t-e-r-e-r-s! HaHa! You just fired Spitball and installed Mr. & Mrs. Cheaters. SUCKA!!! Better than x-NJ gov Jim McGreevey’s admission earlier today that – yup – he and his wife menage-a-trois’d with his, tee hee, driver?! Oh, yeah..

You and your Big Toe. Yeah, you say it’s the shocking dullness of the day. But, hey, you know you can do this.. [fingers in ears] La-la-la-LAAAAAA! I can’t hear you! *snort*