happy birthday, joe biden!

he's 70 years old today! damn.

that's the photo you find when you google "young joe biden," so i will believe that it is, even though it could kind of be any prepster from the 1950s.  i shared the photo with a friend who told me that it was a depressing reminder about the passage of time because, in comparison, he looks terrible now.  i disagreed with her--i don't think he looked so bad nowadays.  the dude is 70!

then we engaged in a very substantive debate over whether he uses botox (i say yes).

It Was a Blood Transfusion

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What up, blog?! Some fake rap to get your weekend started.

Happy Birthday to Me

On Saturday, a bunch of people are going to wish me a happy birthday on Facebook. I am just that kind of guy. What kind of guy? Loved. I am just loved. By people. By people with birthday calendars in their Facebook and two seconds to spare. But, here's the thing. They don't need to wish me happy birthday. My birthday happiness is preordained.

GALIFIANAKIS BACK ON SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE.

...and they pay her to write this?

i don't know who gail collins is and what she's about, but i know i've defended her to heidi before. i dunno, although her editorials are not very sophisticated they sometimes closely track my own thoughts, so to criticize her would be to criticize myself. or something.

but you know, maybe i'm not giving myself enough credit because even i didn't bother to think this thought:

Saxby Chambliss’s victory in Georgia means that Republicans will have at least 41 seats in the Senate, and if they stick together, the party has the capacity to stop a bill in its tracks.

ugh.

oh well, still better than maureen dowd.

Estelle Getty, 1923 - 2008

Rose: Sophia, is that a Captain Jack's Seafood Shanty uniform?

Sophia: No, Rose. I'm off to discover the Straits of Magellan. Yo ho!

day late and a dollar short

instead of buying a mattress or some sheets to celebrate the american military's formidable sacrifice, i hung out with commenter collin, who was visiting from ventura country. for whatever reason, we began listening to "feelin' on yo booty," one of r. kelly's greats (and let's face it: aren't they all). then collin reminded me of dave chappelle's "piss on you" and the "piss on you remix."

i was very late to the chappelle bandwagon. after every frat boy and middle american had laughed themselves silly to "the race draft," "i know black people" and countless other greats, i caught wind of his show. in fact, my first exposure to the chappelle show occurred when i was studying outside at some AA rooftop cafe with c4ts and this girl sitting by herself kept yelling to the street below, "whut??" then inevitably some drunken fool would holler back, "okay!" then c4ts had to explain, at length, the significance of this call-and-response.

anyway, this post isn't some lengthy discourse on the comedy/impact/psychological underpinnings of the chappelle show. that shit is seriously funny. and stands the test of time.