with something OUT OF THE ORDINARY.
So blame him for the politically incorrect nature of this joke that came to him in his sleep:
Briefly put: you know about Tourette’s Syndrome, which can cause people to blurt out ornate and lengthy recitations of cuss words.
The joke concerned a new medication to treat Tourette’s Syndrome. It was called Goddamn Motherfucking Shit-heel. The product’s slogan?
“Ask for it by name!”
Good luck falling asleep tonight. Or ever again.
How could I not have been consulted before this contest was launched:
Have you been told that you look just like Will Smith? Been mistaken for Kate Winslet? Well prove it. Send us your Will Smith and Kate Winslet look-alike photos. We'll post the closest matches on Feb. 22.
Excuse me, but there's no person better equipped on this planet to make that assessment than I. It takes more than the average idiot at MSNBC who posts the requisite "Kate Winslet Speaks Out Against Super-thin Actress Trend" article every few months. The judge must be someone who has vast experience examining every inch of this actresses face from a variety of angles and an array of photoshoots. No matter what you see on that site, you come ask ME who the winner is if you want the truth. It might correspond to the judgement of MSNBC.
Sure you do. At last notice he was married to Francesca Annis.
Comes this entry from MSNBC:
Honorable discharge after Playboy pictorial?
My answer to that question is "Usually so, and thanks for asking."
I was nowhere near Scottsdale yesterday.
Elizabeth Montgomery wasn't the only one who could get her groove on, apparently.


Because I can, Mr. Big:
Remember the final scene in "Return of the Jedi," when Luke gazes into a fire to see Obi-Wan, Yoda and Vader, smiling in the flames? I found myself hoping it was Jedi Hell, for the amount of pain those three unleashed on their galaxy, and for all the damned lies they told.
I enjoyed this article on mythos versus true science fiction. Only quibble is the drift into Godwin's territory (though the intent is not to stifle disagreement, so he gets a pass). Otherwise an agreeable analysis. (Why is everything I post these days likely to stoke Ralphie? He must be my mandate.)
More essays on Star Wars here and here from the same author.
(HT: The Volokh Conspiracy)
Apparently she practiced that magic twitch over her right shoulder for a good aim...
(found on blog somewhere with comment "She could ride my broomstick anytime")

The scene: an unidentified Persian restaurant in West Houston.
The setting: Yours truly bribing Uber with a ritzy lunch in exchange for vehicular favors for the day.
The surprise: Leg of lamb (feeds 6-8) ... $120
Guys, this is worth a little debate. I think we all see the need to call an emergency caucus of clowns for dining and updating our joke catalogs. So the question is as follows - do we tough out a leg of lamb between the four of us, or expand the confab to get the sucker down to at least $20 a head?
I'm all for plunking down $30 and dividing that sucker by four. But I turn the question over to the rest of us for a conclusive decision. If we get the details hammered out, I'm more than willing to put some dates up for consideration.
On another note, I'm eager to hear some other views on a serious dispute between myself and Uber. Who wins the following contest of animals: a duck versus a hippo. Mind you, it could be a very angry duck with a sharp bill. And if it alters your conclusion, I'm willing to debate the outcome of a Best of Three Battle Royale: one contest on land, one in water, and one ... I dunno ... mud?
SIDENOTE: This rocked our world over dinner ...
Now it's rocked yours!
SIDENOTE 2.0: After hearing the above song on the jukebox, I contemplated the awesomeness of a Spanish language version of Janis Joplin's "Piece of My Heart." I've yet to find such an animal. This, however, is close enough to weird to win out for now:
Will & Grace fans, take a guess at who the singer is.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Groundhog Day scores
An NRO article on a movie that I seem to remember holds a place in Ralphie's pantheon. I think I have the dead-tree edition of this entire article and could probably dig it up for him if he's interested.
(This is not a solicitation for discourse on this movie necessarily. I don't think so highly of it as to have mentioned it as often as Ralphie, and arguments to give it greater weight will be lost on me. I've seen it. It's an okay movie. My opinion has hardened.)
Lileks referred this morning to I Dream of Jeannie, which reminded me of Bewitched (both Samantha and Jeannie had dark-haired evil twins, which created the Betty-or-Veronica dilemma for boys not only within each show, but across the two shows and in multiple variations: Samantha or Jeannie, Serena or Jeannie II). That started me all over again on my search to find a fabulous song called "If'n" which I remembered from my childhood with astonishing clarity but had never been able to track down. Thanks to YouTube, you can now see and hear for yourself what the tumultuous 60s' psychedelic counterculture sounds like when strained through the purified medium of the inoffensive, family-friendly television sitcom. The 1968 episode is titled Hippie, Hippie, Hooray and it's about "hippies causing riots and Serena being on the front page of the paper involved in a Love-in. Sam & Darrin are worried about the Tate's thinking Sam has gone Hippie."
If'n
and thanks to Vic's Bewitched Page...
From a different episode, Blow You a Kiss in the Wind (not great quality)
*For the record: Elizabeth Montgomery was hot. This point is not debatable. Early 60s episodes, late 60s episodes... does not matter.