Sarah Palin was recently interviewed by Babs on 20/20, and had this to say:

"I mean his policies are back assward..."

Ms. Palin, it's Bass Ackwards, FYI. Babs responded by saying "You have a way with words." To which Braintrust said "I call it like I see it!"

I've had these sitting on my drive for a while and never got around to posting them. I have more to make, so be patient, there will be more, but let me just point out - when I posted these to my Deviant Art gallery, they were literally getting more favorite clicks and comments than all my other art combined - within seconds of being posted.

















You've got twenty seconds to shut this bomb down.

F*** the holiday season and the horse it rode in on.

I recently added this piece of art to my favorites folder on Deviant Art... not necessarily because I liked the piece, but because of the desription, which, is... once again, for Marie, because it's something she would say -

Billy decided to take his new bike for a ride, but then THERE WERE ROBOTS!!

Ralph Lauren recently published a poster showcasing a holy wow emaciated chick model. Photoshop Disasters (proprietor: Cory Doctorow) ran it up the flagpole and attracted a laundry list of foul comments against the clothing designer.

Ralphie (the name conjures images of a fat, freckled kid with glasses in a hideous red/white plaid button up shirt his mother forced him into) has laid suit upon Doctorow.

Doctorow responds:

Copyright law doesn't give you the right to threaten your critics for pointing out the problems with your offerings. You should know better. And every time you threaten to sue us over stuff like this, we will:

a) Reproduce the original criticism, making damned sure that all our readers get a good, long look at it, and;

b) Publish your spurious legal threat along with copious mockery, so that it becomes highly ranked in search engines where other people you threaten can find it and take heart; and

c) Offer nourishing soup and sandwiches to your models.

If ya got the feelin / jump across the ceilin'

This one is really for Marie, mostly because it is an essay detailing details which she has previously foretold -

For Marie -

If you take a moment to watch this video and read the associated article, you'll find a further preponderance of evidence which supports the conclusion that Sarah Palin really is - as the academic community terms it - batshit insane.

Who the **** invited her to that conference? What in the world could she possibly offer of value on Asian trade of all subjects? What in the hell is "Main Street USA"? Is this metaphor the retardate cousin of  "Joe the plumber"? Is "Main Street USA" where she purchases her crack rocks from Marion Barry's functionaries? 

The fact that the conservative right continues to latch onto people like Sarah Palin drives me to tears and vast amounts of alcohol. Check that, the fact that the conservative right continues to latch onto people like her and Glenn Beck (I'll go ahead and lump the two together as though they were a horrific amalgamation of unholy human flesh) drives me to the end of a long pier in a 5400lb, American Union-built shitbox GMC Minivan at high speed.

Bubba recently confided in a new memoir that he felt Al Gore was "... always off in Neverland..." Be that as it may, the new direction of the right wing, as it steers off into sacharrine sensationalism and room temperature metaphors in place of reasonable argument, puts Vice President Fruit Basket to shame.

Playing through Fallout 3 recently, I came across a very small camp outside what used to be Washington DC, following a fictional Chinese-American nuclear armageddon. There was a lunatic there named Dave. The camp was called "The Republic of Dave". And he ruled with a caring and compassionate iron first over his three local tenants for all eternity, and it was good.

I'm thinking that if you - you in this case being the soft, lethargic minds of the modern right wing - don't tune the hell out of Rush Limbaugh - who has soured considerably since his early days, and quit marching behind Sarah Palin and Glenn Beck's campaign of skull-numbing sensationalism and inane metaphors, I will set up my own lunatic doman in a cave somwhere. 


That is all.

The Least I Could Do printed a strip about me today. Here we see myself on the phone with my better half, discussing a vacation.

I'm at work, so I can't be linking YouTube embedded videos in here, try as I might, so you'll have to do some legwork to get your money's worth out of today's post. I had broken myself of coffee for about a month, and I just recently picked it up again.

At least I know I have the fortitude to feign self-control.

A number of important things bear mentioning -

- TRON Legacy details: You may wish TRON had never happened back in '89, but it did, and it rocked. Jeff Bridges is back, he's still Kevin Flynn, and he's still inside the computer world. His son has been searching for him since 89, and his son is hooked up with a House protege, Olivia Wilde, AKA "Thirteen". In the trailer, it appears that Jeff Bridges' program from the original movie has gone a little dark and is beheading other programs during light-cycle races.

- Ryan Reynolds has been chosen to play Green Lantern, which means no Deadpool movie (most likely). This puts to rest any rumors about running a black Green Lantern film. Not that race matters, unless you're breaking into your own house on campus, of course.

- Transformers 3 is unofficially good to go and Mike Bay will most likely still be attached because it's becoming something of a money crank you just turn at will to print money, albeit not quite on the scale of George Lucas' money crank.

- A Warcraft movie has been given the green light. This makes baby Jesus sob uncontrollably.

- District 9 will hopefully redeem Peter Jackson for his evil deeds in the past, AKA King Kong. This film looks to be the first actual use of a real, honest to God Mech (mecha, you Jap-o-philes) in an American film.

- Intercooler piping kits for my car continue to pop onto the market, and they are all $1000 or a hair over. I have a qualm with this.


A gross affirmation of all that is right and true in the American dream

This is not an act, it was not scripted, this is actual testimony given before a Santa Cruz local city council meeting by a citizen on local economic issues.



I didn't intentionally kill you with that video, and if you need resuscitation, that's kinda too bad because I need some myself.

The authors of Least I Could Do bring you a brief guide to the San Diego Comic Con -

I am bound by some law of nature to post every time I hear Carry on my Wayward Son to alert my sister. I'm not entirely sure why, but I just am. Chances are I'll hear it at the club tonight if I go as well.

Speaking of Wayward Son I came home to find my father watching Supernatural, which gave me some pause. Turns out Marie has the ability to get you addicted to pretty much anything she sits you down to watch at her house. With the exception of Dr. Who, which is so wildly inconsistent and strange that it really isn't the same show from week to week.


Othello, ya wife...

MacGuyver cannot save you from the grim realities of this foul year of Our Lord, two thousand and nine...

... that is all.

It's... what I do.

Lurking betwixt the smoking wreckage strewn about in the wake of Transformers 2, one can find me-too projects blossoming like Herpes Simplex A. You can also find the spines of the writers who worked on the film, who were recently pressed in an interview regarding the twins (Skids & Mudflap) who have been found so offensive by people like Al Sharpton and other members of the Congressional Butthurt Black Caucus (it's unlisted) - to which they responded "We weren't thrilled, no, we were definitely not thrilled. The gold tooth part was Michael's doing."

But among the me-too projects are other 80's classics, such as Robotech, which is not actually about robots, but rather people steering around aircraft which transform into bipedal mongoloid war machines with one eye and disco knickers. Tobey Maguire has purchased the rights to Robotech and even claims he wants to be Rick Hunter. Its so sweet, much as a circus midget may dream of being a normal component of society.

Matt Moylan lays out the bones of the case for us -

I have to use a **** damned link because Matt's website is a snotty bitch about linking.

Notice the robots driven around by humans have round speech bubbles. Attention to detail is a must in this business.

Dismissed.



No sympathy for the devil... bear that in mind. Buy the ticket, uh... take the ride.

Usually people have strange cravings for food or drink, but this morning I was struck by a sudden craving for... a game of chess.


Take out tha papah and dah trash, or you won't get no spending cash, yakkity yak, don't talk back