Squublog

"Hello."

"Who are you?"

"An Angel."

"What's your name?"

"Satan."



A brief clip from a 1985 movie called The Adventures of Mark Twain. I stumbled on this by accident. For whatever reason I really, really dig it. I don't know anything about the rest of the movie, but I'm sort of interested in finding out now.

Is it wrong to be in love with a robot?

Found that on Cardhouse. It plays music. I encourage even the link-clicking-shy persons to check it out. I really, really, really wish I built that thing.

It's all part of the ocean of hooey in which all humankind is doomed to paddle for the rest of their lives.

It comes in all flavors: poisoned strawberry Kool-Aid for those waiting to join the aliens trailing a comet; Tutti-Frutti for impressionable young Muslims wearing dynamite suits on their way to meet the 40 or so virgins waiting in heaven; or safe, sane old vanilla, "take these vitamins and you'll never be short, weak, fat, bald and spineless ever again" flavor.

That's what scares me most about the future for my children: their somehow being taken in by dangerous hooey. So, I work hard to give them impenetrable hooey filters to serve them all their precious lives.

If I weren't connected to my own sense of stupid right now, I'd print this thing out and hang it on the fridge. It's a column by Prentiss Gray, of whom I've never heard. Thanks to Lynn for the link.

Fireplace Hearth Baby Gate by KidCo
Protect your fireplace, wood stove and hearth from baby.

(It really says that.)

Patrick Hammon picked up a bag of Cheetos and threw it at his father, hitting him in the face, police said.