Hm... Swiss army goes gay!

I used to have a bright pink Swiss army knife. And then some bastard nicked it.

You know, if I made a list of what I thought constituted a police state I'd start with suspending habeas corpus and the constant surveillance of the citizenry.

Explain again why we haven't yet pooled our resources with Emmett's mom and collectively emigrated to, well, anyplace that would have us?

Mmmm, cupcakes: [link]

Even though it will surprise no one on this board, this very persuasive paragraph makes me laugh, hard: [link]

The best part about rewatching He-Man, after the initial nostalgia-burst, was tracking the show's hilarious accidental homo-eroticism—an aspect I missed completely as a first-grader. In the ever-growing lineup of "outed" classic superheroes, He-Man might be the easiest target of all. It's almost too easy: Prince Adam, He-Man's alter ego, is a ripped Nordic pageboy with blinding teeth and sharply waxed eyebrows who spends lazy afternoons pampering his timid pet cat; he wears lavender stretch pants, furry purple Ugg boots, and a sleeveless pink blouse that clings like saran wrap to his pecs. To become He-Man, Adam harnesses what he calls "fabulous secret powers": His clothes fall off, his voice drops a full octave, his skin turns from vanilla to nut brown, his giant sword starts gushing energy, and he adopts a name so absurdly masculine it's redundant. Next, he typically runs around seizing space-wands with glowing knobs and fabulously straddling giant rockets. He hangs out with people called Fisto and Ram Man, and they all exchange wink-wink nudge-nudge dialogue: "I'd like to hear more about this hooded seed-man of yours!" "I feel the bony finger of Skeletor!" "Your assistance is required on Snake Mountain!" Once you start thinking along these lines, it's impossible to stop.

Explain again why we haven't yet pooled our resources with Emmett's mom and collectively emigrated to, well, anyplace that would have us?

Because we already live in San Francisco? Because my records are too heavy to ship? Because I'm still resolutely American despite the current administration? Because it's hard to go to A's games if I live in Canada?

"I'd like to hear more about this hooded seed-man of yours!" "I feel the bony finger of Skeletor!" "Your assistance is required on Snake Mountain!"

OMG DEAD FROM LAUGHING

The impression I've gotten is that a lot of the phone record stuff has been happening since 9/11. The fact that it's getting a lot of ink now, just when Bush is trying to get the former head of NSA put in charge of the CIA, strikes me as some inter-agency warfare via the press as much as anything.

Because we already live in San Francisco? Because my records are too heavy to ship? Because I'm still resolutely American despite the current administration? Because it's hard to go to A's games if I live in Canada?

The thing to do, obviously, is totally shun the telephone. I am already ALL OVER THIS.

Your call may be monitored for quality control purposes.

Part of me thinks it's punishment enough that someone in the NSA has to monitor my boring-ass phone calls.