Slash…not just a guitarist!

My thanks to the professedly swaggering hetero Frontier Editor for the following, which I heartlessly stole from his blog. There are those for whom innuendo is not enough, and it is for them that some twisted soul made the following Star Trek slash vid. If you have to ask which characters, you know less about both Star Trek and slash than you should to be wandering around on your own out here in the blogosphere. Please go on to your choice of World of Warcraft or Guildwars and hire a guide.

for your next lost weekend

Pyramid of Drunkards 

Or period of unemployment. You know, tanning always bores me senseless; I suddenly discover that I have a need to pee every 15 minutes, my book is dull (the same book that is fascinating indoors) and there are all these tiny little critters with far too many legs outdoors. Perhaps I should start my day with one of these fine drinking games instead of my usual coffee and oatmeal; it would at least keep me occupied, and might keep me motionless after a time. Beer has oats in it, right? And whiskey has rye. Excellent!

Anyway, here is a roundup of drinking games, courtesy of that beacon of responsibility in hive mind, Wikipedia. One notes, with regret, one does, that they do not list my own family's contribution to the sport: The Grinch Drinking Game.

Better than Hoo HashThe Grinch Drinking Game is quite simple. Watch "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" and take a drink every time they say "Hoo." Since they say it eighteen times in the theme song and they sing the theme song three times in the show, no-one has ever made it all the way through or if they did they do not remember.

We assume no liability. Or intelligence.

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Working model drunkard

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Judgement

a socialist’s guide to the world cup

Vietnam coinWell the first thing you need to know is that the official beer is Budweiser and the official food supplier is McDonald's, so bring your own supplies. Since you're a socialist, bring enough to share; you might even convert a few desperate capitalist swine, particularly the toffs, who would rather die (or convert to socialism) rather than snarf Big Macs and wash them down with Bud, Lite or Hevy. You can flush them out by flourishing strawberries and Champagne; co-op grown and bottled only, please.

And now, the official socialist's guide to the world cup:

As World Cup fever grips the globe, many progressives will be sighing at the prospect of another sporting spectacle distracting the “masses” from the pressing issues of the day — the classic “bread and circuses” argument. There is a tendency on the North American Left to disdain sport: its competitive nature, the corporatization of its grand events, its inherent masculinities and cultures of exclusion.

Some of this critique is grounded in good sociology; some of it bears an irrational disdain for that in which one does not participate or enjoy. In many sports, but especially in “the beautiful game,” politics and the game have a symbiotic relationship. Politics can influence and be influenced by what happens on the field of play. The World Cup is no exception.

My parents immigrated to Canada from Liverpool in Canuckistan Flagthe 1960s; growing up, soccer and socialism were the main topics of discussion in the Black household. Conversations at the dinner table moved seamlessly between football and politics, England’s chances in the World Cup and the NDP’s chances in the upcoming election.

I only committed my life to socialism after being rejected as a professional soccer player (a brief stint with the English Premier League’s Watford FC is my footballing claim to fame).

Indeed a path to enlightenment shared by many a socialist. I myself was a libertarian until I was rejected by the Vancouver Voodoo. A little-known fact: it was Leon Trotsky, and not Fidel Castro, who tried out for, and was rejected by, the Washington Senators.

Trotsky tryout

Stairway to Gilligan’s Island

by Little Roger and the Goosebumps, which is what you might just get watching this, knowing that Gilligan, the Skipper, and Mr. and Mrs. Howell are on that big deserted island in the sky. Truly one of the greatest fansongs ever, and spiffy video. Rumour has it that this was released as a single and then Led Zeppelin's management had it disappeared.

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