headline o’ the day: Fark on Saddam Hussein hanging

Seriously, they’re beer-sodden geniuses over there. Check it out:

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the two greatest Christmas movies in history

Okay, okay, the last Christmas post of the year.

For now.

First, the classic black and white detective thriller/witty romance The Thin Man, based on the much darker Dashiell Hammett story. This was the first movie the studio released after the repeal of Prohibition, which accounts for the jokes.

And the best black humour Christmas tale ever, Dennis Leary’s The Ref. Although they left out the best line: “I’ve kidnapped my fucking parents!

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Former US President Gerald Ford: still dead

Dead as bell-bottoms and ponchos

Just like James Brown, Buckwheat, my job prospects at Gawker, and the hopes and dreams of my generation.

Gerald Ford, people, is still dead. The Seventies are truly over.

What’s the latest scoop on the Dead President front? Perhaps, like Toby Crooke, wicked sexton of the charming town of Golden Friars, his body will lie in state for a time, after which it will be stolen away by a mysterious, swashbuckling foreigner on the back of a huge, black horse. Perhaps, maybe even probably, but after that?

Let’s ask Hunter S. Thompson, who knew the man. From his obituary of Richard Milhous Nixon:

Not even Gerald Ford, the unhappy ex-president who pardoned Nixon and kept him out of prison, was immune to the evil fallout. Ford, who believes strongly in Heaven and Hell, has told more than one of his celebrity golf partners that “I know I will go to hell, because I pardoned Richard Nixon…”

Let us not pretend we didn’t see the end coming. We always knew Ford‘s death would be heralded by strange portents (thanks to Miss Cellania for portent-link) and wreathed in paradox and mystery.

The paradox and mystery, from Former Frontier Editor:

Gerald R. Ford, 93, Dies; Led in Watergate’s Wake

By J.Y. Smith and Lou Cannon
Special to The Washington Post
Wednesday, December 27, 2006; 10:18 AM

Gerald Rudolph Ford Jr., 93, who became the 38th president of the United States as a result of some of the most extraordinary events in U.S. history and sought to restore the nation’s confidence in the basic institutions of government, has died. His wife, Betty, reported the death in a statement last night.

“My family joins me in sharing the difficult news that Gerald Ford, our beloved husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather has passed away at 93 years of age,” Betty Ford said in a brief statement issued from her husband’s office in Rancho Mirage, Calif. “His life was filled with love of God, his family and his country.”

Ford died at 6:45 p.m. Tuesday (PST) at his home in Rancho Mirage, about 130 miles east of Los Angeles, his office said. No cause of death was given. Ford had battled pneumonia in January and underwent two heart treatments — including an angioplasty — in August at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester

J.Y. Smith, a former obituary editor of The Washington Post, died in January.

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Technorati me!

It’s ten o’clock. Do you know where your stats are?

I certainly know where mine are.

blog stats dec 28 06

In the toilet.

I suppose it’s a function of being offline for oh, say, three weeks off and on. Thanks to a unique combination of impecunity and historic windstorms in Vancouver, my apartment has been internetless for some time.

Naturally, I had to evacuate. I’m currently blogging from Ontario, which is, I admit, a little far to go, particularly since my neighborhood is dotted with free public computers; the problem is, of course, that these computer sources, being staffed by civil servants, aren’t open during the holidays or after four pm, which is when anyone really worthwhile really just gets going. Also, of course, I am in Ontario and not the Downtown EastSide now, so it would be really inconvenient for me to be using those computers, even supposing I could wake up early and everything.

But not to worry: Operation Global Media Domination will not be deterred by a momentary blip caused by the unique Perfect Blogstorm of the combination of the anniversary of the Birth of Jesus, the Windstorm of 2006, the Blight of Odeo, and the Great Internet Famine. Indeed, I’ve got a beaver shot coming that will be heard ’round the world, so stay tuned!

Refresh early, refresh often! 

A Junky’s Christmas podcast

William S. Burroughs, not really looking his very best

God willin’ and Odeo don’t screw up aginOdeo seems to have screwed up agin. All fixed!

which is really the spirit of these things if you think about it. Behold William S. Burroughs reading the conclusion to William S. Burrough’s famous story, A Junky’s Christmas.

[odeo=http://odeo.com/audio/4609413/view]

If that don’t work for you, try this link HERE.

Or these three YouTube vids. For those of you on dialup (like me, at the moment) you’ll just have to take it on faith it’s all here, which is all sorta seasonal-like if you think on it.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three