Do They Have One That Looks Like an Old Nag?

My Twinn
I challenge them to make one that looks like me!

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A cunning pose
Mr. Nag thinks he's ever so handsome relaxing by the seashore.I think he looks ever so drunk.

Overheard
Mother to little girl:" If you fell into the water do you think you'd come back up?"
Me (to Mr. Nag): "You'd have to tie some cement blocks to her ankles,"

Celebrating the Absurd

Lori has just started a blog called Celebrating the Absurd . We met several years ago on a train from Paris to Chartres and had lunch together. She's a very interesting lady, widely travelled - and she mentions me in her blog. Give it a read, you'll like it.

Niked

Niked
Want your egregiously overpriced runners inscribed with the word "sweatshop"? Forget it. Nike won't do it.

"The Personal iD on my custom ZOOM XC USA running shoes was the word 'sweatshop.' Sweatshop is not: 1) another's party's trademark, 2) the name of an athlete, 3) blank, or 4) profanity. I choose the iD because I wanted to remember the toil and labor of the children that made my shoes. Could you please ship them to me immediately."

Aren't they cute?
Nag Jr. brought his girlfriend for a visit. What a sweet girl she is, and pretty too!

Internet acronyms

I'm hopelessly out of the loop - internet acronyms are wasted on me, they might as well be Swahili. Here's a few new ones from April Winchell:

ROFHAS: Rolling on floor, having a seizure
BRBATBH: Be right back after this bong hit
LOLTOJ: Leaning on ledge, thinking of jumping
WWJLD?: What would J Lo do?
COG: Cheating on girlfriend
6DLBHVRTMP: 60 pounds heavier than my picture
TW1H: Typing with one hand
WDDDWV: Washing down Ding Dongs with vodka
WWP: Wearing wife's panties
SBGO%^THB&*: Spilled Big Gulp on keyboard
HHO: Hermes hates Oprah

McSweeney's George Bush Jokes

This guy walks into a bar carrying a small poodle in one hand and a bowling ball in the other. The guy says, "I'd like a glass of milk for me and a whiskey for my poodle." The bartender says, "Yeah? Well, I'd like an impartial and independent judiciary, but try telling that to Bush, Frist, and the rest of the GOP!"

Isabel Samaras

The martyrdom of PeeWee
Isabel Samaras paints tv characters as subjects of classic paintings. This one is particularly emotionally wrenching. How poor PeeWee suffered!

New Urns

The garden path
Mr. Nag bought these great looking urns for the garden. He's not an impulse buyer. In fact he doesn't buy much at all aside from bags of books (which are gradually forcing us out of the house) so this was a nice surprise.

Et tu Baby Nag

Yon Baby Nag hath a lean and hungry look. Max should get moving before he's mistaken for a piece of very rare meat.

Come on Home to Colbert County

This is a very funny promo. Tired of news programs that only give you one side or the other? Here's one that gives you neither.

It's About This Heat

Breakfast in Bed
It's so freakin' hot that Max can't even stand up to eat. He's eaten both his meals today lying down. It's as if he's telling us he won't stand for this weather any longer.

Bastille Day Cocktails For Everyone!

Happy Bastille Day
Forget the Marie Antoinette (it's low alcohol). I'll try the Parisian:

1/2 oz. gin
1/2 oz. dry vermouth
1/4 oz. creme de cassis

Shake with ice. Strain into chilled cocktail glass.

What are they looking at?

Children of the damned

My aunt just sent me a pile of photos from my mum's memorial service. My sisters look particularly demented in this one - check out their eyes. There are others that show me as a slack jawed cretin - I've chosen not to post those. If Dawn and Maureen object they can start their own blogs.

Old Nag

Old nag
There's a documentary being shot at Willowbank. It's about the estate and the village of Queenston. I was sought out for a role! Well, of course I'd be approached: I have an interesting face and I've aged like a fine wine. Insultingly, the role that was offered was that of the old Laura Secord. What a blow! I mean, I'm not still hot, but am I an old crone? Please don't answer "yes". I understand that she complained and bitched a lot in her older years so perhaps it is typecasting.

The Woodsman

Kevin Bacon
What an affecting performance by Kevin Bacon. I've always been partial to him despite Flashdance and a raft of other nasty films. Many years ago PBS broadcast a series of plays and Kevin Bacon really stood out in a couple of them (Lemon Sky is one that springs to mind). Since then he's made a lot of bad choices. This movie made me cringe but it got my total attention. I can see why it wouldn't do great box office - pedophilia is not a theme that appeals to moviegoers - it could put a severe damper on date night.
Walter is released from prison after serving 12 years for molesting young girls. He struggles to put his life back together, having lost his family and his friends. He lives in a modest, impersonal furnished apartment overlooking a school. He sets up a birdfeeder outside his window but he's not a likeable person. He's abrasive and his interactions with others are mostly surly. His real-life wife, Kyra Sedgewick plays a woman, also damaged, who reaches out to him even after she learns his secret. Walter's response to her is strained, almost tortured. Not surprisingly he is relaxed and loveable with 11 year old Robin who, we fear, might be his next victim. Every performance in this film is almost too real; I wanted to look away but I couldn't. It was a movie that made me think. And it turns out that I was right about Kevin Bacon.

Doberdoodle

Doberdoodle
This is all over the web today: designed for the cosmopolitan doberman looking for a little haute couture. I'm sure someone will get the brilliant idea of producing a doberman poodle crossbreed. These half-breeds have, of course, been the rage for the past 15 or 20 years. A friend of mine just bought a labradoodle - seriously. At least they would be less likely to be plagued with the genetic diseases that many pure breeds have. I lost two Cavalier King Charles spaniels to hereditary heart disease. I'd probably be better off with a dog from the pound but most of them are pitbulls.

Happy birthday Koko!

Koko
My kids just loved the story of Koko and her kitten when they were little. Koko turned 34 today and was visited by a litter of kittens.

For Insatiable Surfers

What a neat site! Stumbleupon is a browser toolbar. When installed it puts a few icons on your browser, including a thumbs up, a thumbs down, and a button labeled “Stumble”; click the latter and you’ll be taken to a web site randomly selected from the most highly rated on the web (you preselect the topics that interest you i.e. cooking, travel, politics, humour, etc.). The more sites you rate, the better it gets at picking destinations you’ll like. Adds a little zest to the daily surf.

Tell Us What You Really Think

"You're a fatuous insult to the species. You should be stripped and burned at the stake of commonsense. I will stoke the fires with Jonathan Cainer horoscopes ripped untimely from the Daily Mail, and as the flames lick ever higher, I will suck the smell of grilled moron greedily down into my lungs."

Lucy Mangan's article from The Guardian on believers in astrology - she thinks they're morons.

1984?

1984
This poster appears on Washington DC subways and it apparently won an award for its use at CSX Railroads. Looks like an old communist propaganda poster, doesn't it?

Hurting Bambi

bambi
Driving home from a late meeting last night I saw and felt something huge and brown hit my windshield. It scared the living daylights out of me! At first I didn't know what hit me and then I realized I'd hit a deer. I turned around and drove back to see if it was lying injured by the side of the road but it had disappeared. Lord knows what I would have done if it was still there - perform CPR? I figure it ran up to the side of the car, tried to leap over it and one of its hooves hit and shattered the windshield. I was pretty shaken up. There have been a lot of deer in town lately. We've seen them in front of our house early in the morning or running down the street at dusk and we live right in the centre of town.