Why, why, why do I even bother reading about this box of hair? It only infuriates me.

So this time Britney says “It’s for love” and yet… They’ve only been dating for a few months and the man has one daughter and another child on the way with Moesha? To which the former Mrs. Alexander replies…

“Spears says she plans to meet Federline’s daughter and wants children of her own someday.”

Yeah that’s it. Marry the guy - THEN meet his kid(s)… Congrats - You’re about to become a step monster!

To quote the blonde one (again): Ugh.

Okay so who’s in on a Britney pool for how long this one will last? Dollar a square!

In other news:
We didn’t start the fire… this idiot did. Hey, that gives me some ideas!
via Coudal who, in contrast to my oh-so bitchy post yesterday, has implemented a most fantastic redesign.

If you are more inclined towards the safer and more traditional Fourth of July celebrations, here’s something to get ya in the spirit: Lady Liberty Fireworks. Oooh, Ahhh. Pretty!
via the missus

Somehow we managed to completely miss the the fact that this was the Deadwood Finale. I’m perplexed. I honestly don’t know how that happened! I was sure there was another episode. That can’t be the end!

Related: Deadwood History: Al Swearengen and the Gem Theater

Emergency Plan: What to do in case the internet goes down

Time Wasters:
Yeti Strikes Back

The Phone

In a similar vein: I can’t read it but it’s fun! I’ll call it help the little girl find her missing head

In other news:
It seems the terrorists are setting up sleeper cells all over the country, but we’re on to ‘em. Here a S.W.A.T. team nabs a one.

That’s code for: Huh, I’m SO not impressed.

file this one under design snobbery

I understand that Kottke is of god-like proportions in Blogland. But all I can say is… yawn.

Sometimes less is unfortunately, less. Two (2!) years it took to do this redesign? Wow. Glad I’m not paying him for that.

One of my most prized purchases I made at SF Pride is my “Wax Bush” t-shirt. Oh yeah. It rocks. (and no, I have no idea who this cute woman is, but I wish I did…)

Check out the Wax Bush 2004 website for info on the documentary “A Vote for Choice” and to purchase your very own Wax Bush gear!

or, my how pride has changed…

1990: A case of beer at 9:00 on a Saturday morning is just a continuation of Friday night and a great way to kick off the weekend.
2004: 2 mimosas at 9:00 on a Saturday morning necessitate a 90 minute power nap around 11:00AM

1990: When passing a group of 5 cute dykes on the sidewalk in the afternoon, the appropriate action is to kidnap them and take them to the party.
2004: When passing said group, you either a) don’t even notice or b) comment to your companion (who didn’t notice) about how they are really going to regret those tattoos.

1990: All BBQ’s have a keg and naked women.
2004: All BBQs have Pinot Grigio and a preponderance of polar fleece.

1990: 50,000 lesbians are gathering for a march at the park and you’re the life of the party.
2004: How far is it to the park again? Can’t we just jump in at the end and pretend?

1990: When crashing the gay boys party your posse immediately takes control since you out number them 2 to 1.
2004: When crashing the gay boys party you look from the kitchen to the living room to see 3 of your friends slumped on the couch… yawning.

1990: A 9PM pitstop at 7-11 involves two 12 packs and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
2004: A 9PM pitstop at 7-11 involves a 6 pack and 2 Red Bulls.

1990: When calling it a night, you accidently try to enter the neighbors house, waking his dogs and the entire street.
2004: When calling it a night, you accidently try to enter the neighbors house, but thankfully your friends wait to see that you get in okay and steer you in the right direction, but not before you’ve broken the guys garage door opener first. Hey, c’mon… I’m not THAT old!

1990: Waking up a Pride Sunday you don’t even bother trying to figure out where $150 went. It was well spent you’re sure.
2004: You wake to find that you still have $85 of the $100 you started out with in your pocket.

1990: Dykes on Bikes contingent takes 45 minutes to make it down Market Street.
2004: You’re 15 minutes late to the parade and missed Dykes on Bikes all together. (What UP with that people?!)

1990: Brunch is a shopping cart full of beer and meat on a stick while watching the Parade.
2004: After one beer, you all decide to skip the rest of the Parade and brunch is a leisurely 2 hour affair at 2223.

1990: You spend the afternoon at the festival consensually groping other women and getting them to buy you beer.
2004: You spend the afternoon at the festival soaking up the sun and sipping $4 rum cocktails. (okay maybe a little groping)

1990: The evening is spent polishing off what’s left of the keg. You definitely call in sick on Monday.
2004: The evening is spent watching the Tivo’d parade that you skipped out of for brunch, making fun of Jan Wahl, drinking vodka tonics and grilling a tri-tip. You still call in sick on Monday.

I had a fantastic time in my home away from home. Many many thanks to my gracious hosts Staz and the Engineer. Despite the massive construction (or destruction as it were) at your place, it still felt like home!

And my apologies to the Jaded Ju for not being able to locate the booth before I was hauled off to brunch! Next time chica!

Still working on the pics. Here are a few (very few) I forgot my digital on Pink Saturday, but I picked up a disposable so, I should have that developed by next year…

Fahrenheit 9/11

Go. See it. Now!

Hey! It’s Friday! And it’s another Two-fer!

First, we have to kick-off SF Pride. Well you got some tips and you learned some licks, you wanna try and teach this old dog a new trick, huh? Turn it up!

Come On Out Tonight - Melissa Etheridge

And secondly, it looks like I’m not going to be able to squeeze in a hair cut before my flight so ergo … Here baby, there mama, everywhere daddy daddy. HAIR!

Hair - Original Soundtrack (1979)

(aside: this is the one song that can get me dancing through house singing at the top of my lungs arms stretched to the skies. Now there’s a picture for ya…)

[note: all mp3 links expire 7 days after posting]

Here’s a great little game: Bar Bowling. It takes a light touch.

Viral game from Altoids: 2 Fast 2 Curious

Spastic, frenetic and addicting: Falldown

High speed chase video Mustang Spin. This guy was either extremely lucky or extremely stupid. I suspect both. Three perfectly executed PIT maneuvers by the CHP and still the guy maintains control. Unbelievable.

Now here’s something that might come in handy this weekend: 32 Ways to Open a Beer

Bush Supports Outsourcing Prison Abuse to India. Yes, that’s satire folks…

And Mr. #2? The man just oozes charm, tact and diplomacy doesn’t he? Cheney tells Leahy to fuck off.

Deer eBay, this item up for auction is just freaky with a capital F. Should I send my therapy bills directly to you or do you prefer PayPal?

The true Terminal story: Stranded at the Airport

Chapelle cracks my shit up… A new soundboard from Comedy Central.

WRONG WRONG WRONG! Milkmen

Yodelalehehoo! Get the drunk guy to walk as far as you can. I made it 59 meters before face planting it.

For you film buffs, check out Cinema Sequence a kind of 6 degrees of separation things for movies and actors.

Email Clip of the day:

Big news is: I saw my mother yesterday.

She told me my father has a bent penis and it hurt her, she had a severely bruised vaginal wall for many many years because of it. I did not ask for this information. She offered it up as some kind of explanation for something. For the record, and in the spirit of what is now seemingly appropriate for people to share, unsolicited, with one another, my penis is very straight and should not cause harm.

Much Love,

{name withheld}