A bunch-o-stuff

I don't know why this Wal-Mart picture satisfies me so. I guess there's something tragic and honest and poetic about it--falling prices and falling flags. Yeah, yeah.

This guy is a blogger and a professional pilot. I dig that. And for something spectacular and different, take a look at what he can do with a camera. Make sure you click the associated picture to view it in detail.

Dear sweet Jesus, read this (adults only). My favorite line from this amazing essay is: "The Pure Wand is 24 ounces of pure solid medical 316 grade stainless steel." Did you get that? She lists the grade of the steel. The effing grade of the steel! And you know how I love specifications. Later, the devastatingly delicious Nina over at lazy geisha says this: "The 1 1⁄2 inch ball gives you the psychological feeling of being filled, which is such an integral part of the female sexual experience."

I think I’m going to pass out.

And NO--a hundred bucks isn't too much to pay so buy an effing raffle ticket!

This group of people is funny and intelligent.

I've posted another sad writing tale.

And if you want to be astonished, take a look at some of the comments this simple reading garnered on YouTube. THEY don't want you to know about this, baby.

Speaking of odious individuals, Joe Francis, the "brains" behind the Girls Gone Wild empire is the worst piece of filth you can imagine. Although I disagree with some of writer Claire Hoffman's journalistic style, there's no doubt that she exposes Francis for the monster he is. And it nearly earned her a broken arm courtesy of .... you guessed it, Francis--the boy wonder himself.

And now for something I should not admit: my favorite part of "Deal or No Deal" is that banker guy. I love when the camera pans his profile. I especially love when Howie talks to him on the phone. I love that Howie always says "Hello" to him. And it's not "Hello?" it's "Hello."

How do the case chicks navigate the stairs so perfectly in those effing heels? I want to be a case chick. I love chicks.