"But....how can she be both a pit bull AND a barracuda -- wouldn't one eat the other? Will she eat herself?"

There's a KB in this somewhere...

Also let me say I love love love Samantha B. (Bee?) on the daily show. Last night where she kept asking Republican delegates what Bristol did when she chose to keep her baby was, was hilarious, as the delegates referred to it as a "decision" and went through all sorts of contortions to avoid the word choice.

I think if I saw Samantha Bee heading toward me with a microphone I would run the other way.

There's a KB in this somewhere...

Sits back and waits...

Please, please be careful about saying women need to put away their breasts at work. I realize what was probably meant was women who wear extremely low cut blouses to work, but as someone with very large boobs who has been, and been made to be very self conscious about them pretty much my whole life, it stings a bit. Even in what I'm wearing today (wrap shirt with camisole) I look totally boobtastic, but if I cover up any more, I have uni-boob which, frankly makes me look frumpy and fat.

thanks for saying that, DJ! I was thinking basically the same thing.

"The song 'Barracuda' was written in the late '70s as a scathing rant against the soulless, corporate nature of the music business, particularly for women. (The 'barracuda' represented the business.) While Heart did not and would not authorize the use of their song at the RNC, there's irony in Republican strategists' choice to make use of it there."

This isn't the first time that McCain has failed to strike the right chord with his campaign music: This February, John Mellencamp told the candidate to stop using his songs, "Our Country" and "Pink Houses," on the campaign trial.

Oh they try but no one will ever top The Gipper using Born in the USA.

"But....how can she be both a pit bull AND a barracuda -- wouldn't one eat the other? Will she eat herself?"

There's a KB in this somewhere...

Run with it, man. I'm happy to be the straight man (or conveyance of straight lines) to my favorite pixellated bunny (note how, with the adjective, I didn't shaft the Devilbunny, whom I fear).

Thanks guys for the facial sympathy. The doctors took a lot of time and care doing the stitching, so I'm optimistic that good healing is up to me now--they've done their best.

As for the breast thing--I don't think it's fair, but I do think some physiques have more work to do to appear appropriately demure. And that it sucks, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. I know that at different weights different styles worked different ways on me, and certain cuts just couldn't go to work even in the appropriate size.

Okay, now I'm going to see if I can eat.

I think if I saw Samantha Bee heading toward me with a microphone I would run the other way.

I would fall to the ground and worship at her feet. Which probably wouldn't be a soundbit, so it'd be a complete win for me.

This isn't the first time that McCain has failed to strike the right chord with his campaign music: This February, John Mellencamp told the candidate to stop using his songs, "Our Country" and "Pink Houses," on the campaign trial.

There's always "America F**k Yeah!"