If you haven’t yet read Taking Chance Home, the first person account of one Marine escorting the remains of another marine back to Wyoming, read it now.

Meanwhile Sinclair Broadcast Group has pre-empted tonight’s Nightline “The Fallen” because it “appears to be motivated by a political agenda designed to undermine the efforts of the United States in Iraq.”

From CNN:
According to campaign finance records, four of Sinclair’s top executives each have given the maximum campaign contribution of $2,000 to the Bush-Cheney re-election campaign … The executives have not given any donations to the campaign of Sen. John Kerry, the presumptive Democratic nominee, the records showed. “

Hmm - motivated by a political agenda you say…

Sinclair continues…

“Mr. Koppel and ‘Nightline’ are hiding behind this so-called tribute in an effort to highlight only one aspect of the war effort and in doing so to influence public opinion against the military action in Iraq,”

So-called tribute? Reading the names of the dead will undermine the war? Come again? By that logic - The Wall - probably one of the most moving memorials I ever visited - is downright unpatriotic. Gotcha. Thanks for protecting the public interest. Now fuck off.

Hey! It’s Friday! And since noone picked up on the title of that last post, I’m just gonna have to post it here.

What Made Milwaukee Famous - Hank Thompson

Billboards of the Past. A HUGE collection of vintage ephemera.

Yeti Yeti Yeti Part 4: Albatross Overload.

Hey, Crackhead!

Found Grocery List Collection

For the engineer: NY Jets Bike

Just a reminder: We all know Mothers Day is coming up on May 9th - but please don’t forget about No Pants Day on Friday May 7th!

Springfield, NV. Check out the Simpsons’ House.

I think I just saw a pig fly by my window…

PlanetOut Files for IPO

True Blue. I think I’m going to cry. I just got this email from my best friend, Staz. I love you too, bud! You’re the BEST!

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Are you tired of all those sissy “friendship” poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a series of promises that really speaks to true friendship:

1. When you are sad - I will help get you drunk and plot revenge against the lousy bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue - I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile - I will know you finally got laid.

4. When you are scared - I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

5. When you are worried - I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.

6. When you are confused - I will use little words and short sentences.

7. When you are sick - Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don’t want whatever you have.

8. When you fall - I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath…I pledge it till the end. Why?, you may ask. Because you are my friend.

Send this to 10 of your closest friends, then get depressed because you can only think of two and one of them isn’t speaking to you right now anyway.

Remember: A good friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body. Let me know if I ever need to bring a shovel.

Watch me wipe.

Here’s a little quicktime clip from the Letterman show of Bush doing what Bush does best… using the little people for his own convenience.

During a commercial break he leaned forward and grabbed the back of the producers sweater when she wasn’t looking and cleaned his frickin’ glasses.

Unbelievable.

For Sale: One Slightly Used Size 12 Wedding Gown. Only worn twice: Once at the wedding and once for these pictures. Divorce forces sale

“Actually I didn’t think my head would fit in the neck hole, but then I figured she got her Texas cheerleader hair through there I could get my head in it.  Though, after looking at the pictures, I thought it made me look fat.”

I think he should keep it. It’s actually quite flattering on him. When I checked yesterday it was only at $600 bucks now it’s up over $15K…

FYI: Viewing is restricted to registered ebay users only now…

via mopsa and uh-oh, him

Or Totally Random Linkage…

I see naked people. (nudity yes. pr0n no.)

Take a break from the Kerry/Bush/Cheney slugfest. Here’s a campaign I can really support: Beer for President! But if you insist on playing politics, check out the Veep-O-Matic

Floats. Another fine game from the folks at Orisinal

Check out Crazy Drinks for some wild cocktail recipes.

Speaking of strange drinks… I totally forgot that ORBITZ used to be a soft drink…

It’s that time of year - Prom Time! Check out some of these classic Prom Bombs

Whatever you do - don’t call it Frisco. Ask anyone from The City and they will confirm that that phrase is grounds for justifiable homicide… Makes my skin crawl it does. For tips on local language in hundreds of cities check out Slanguage.com

From the “Dear God, that’s years of therapy right there” files…

There’s been a little thing going around the web-o-sphere the past few weeks. Most of you have probably seen it:

Who is that with Jeremy? Cute. Take pictures of your kid with famous people and them publish them online. Awww. That’s so cute!

HELLO??? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!

No good can come of that! You have just scarred your child for life. And you’ll get stuck with the therapy bill! Why?

Exhibit A:
Who is that eating Jeremy?

warning: if photoshopped images of people eating babies makes you a tad squeamish, you might want to just skip this link)

In other news:
For those of you on the edge of your seats… I don’t have time to do the weekend report this morning - I have to head in to LA for a press check which should take up the entire day and too much gasoline while I sit in traffic and curse. Going in isn’t the problem, it’s coming home. By my estimate I should be finished and ready to get back on the road around, oh say 3:30 - 4:00.

Shoot me. There isn’t a worse time to get on the 10 eastbound. Solo. No diamond lane for me. Just shoot me now.

As long as I am counting my blessings… I don’t think I’ve mentioned lately how blessed I am to have found the missus.

Let me count the ways…

The missus is a woman who has incredible strength and courage. A woman who is a pioneer and a leader, a woman who risked everything and came out on top. A woman who quit smoking over a year ago and quit drinking 6 months ago. A woman who brings me warm nuts, because I’ve had a rather shitty day, AND did all of my laundry (folding included - now that’s love!) A woman who, though she hates most sports, will indulge me my fevered enthusiasm whatever the season might be. A woman who rolls her eyes at my bucket of nuts and bolts Ford but will put on a wrap and go for a ride, because it makes me smile. A woman who loves reading and laughing and learning and living life! A woman who is just as dorky in private as I am and makes me snort and laugh like no other. A woman who has the courage to risk and change and grow and encourages me to do the same. A woman who …

I think I’m drunk.

Did I mention she’s really hot?