Kitty Power

Nuggets

A site that I'll be spending a little much time surfing today. What would make it better if someone had some old segments from Video Music Box laying around. Whatever happened to Ralph McDaniels? I loved him as much as a prepubescent could...in a strictly non-sexual way, natch. Is it just me or did anyone else have the music to "That's Gangsta" playing through their head while reading all of this:

He told the guests that he’d called Condoleezza Rice, the national-security adviser, a mass murderer to her face; what had they ever done? (The Rice exchange occurred in 2002, at the N.A.A.C.P. Image Awards, where McGruder was given the Chairman’s Award; Rice requested that he write her into his strip.) He recounted a lunch meeting with Fidel Castro. (He had been invited to Cuba by the California congresswoman Barbara Lee, who is one of the few politicians McGruder has praised in “The Boondocks.”) He said that noble failure was not acceptable. But the last straw came when he “dropped the N-word,” as one amused observer recalled. He said—bragged, even—that he’d voted for Nader in 2000. At that point, according to Hamilton Fish, the host of the party, “it got interactive.”

Eric Alterman, a columnist for The Nation, was sitting in the back of the room, next to Joe Wilson, the Ambassador. He shouted out, “Thanks for Bush!” Exactly what happened next is unclear. Alterman recalls that McGruder responded by grabbing his crotch and saying, “Try these nuts.” Jack Newfield, the longtime Village Voice writer, says that McGruder simply dared Alterman to remove him from the podium. When asked about this incident later, McGruder said, “I ain’t no punk. I ain’t gonna let someone shout and not go back at him.”

Oh, to have been a fly on that wall! [both via O-Dub]

The nerd in me is all about MT Blacklist. Fucking spam gets REJECTED every time. I get almost gleeful reading the activity log. And it's easy enough to install that I didn't have to break a sweat. Easier than 2.661, that's for sure. Get on that, people!

In the "that's strange yet a good idea" category, we have Air Stockings:

Because few things are worse than sporting hose in the summer. Now, thanks to Air Stockings, the impressive Japanese spray-on hose, there’s an alternative that works. Air Stockings is formulated with hydrolyzed silk, amino acids and moisturizers. Spray it on your legs, wait five minutes, and voila! You’ll look like you’ve conformed to corporate dress code with Control-Top-perfect legs. Air Stockings comes in three colors, natural, terra cotta, and bronze, and once dry, the color will not rub off on clothes.

I've got to wonder if I could get away with that though. My legs, though they rarely see the sun, are still pretty brown. I dunno if their version of coffee colored would really do it.

A post I can really identify with:

So, now I’m here. Truth be told, I’ve been here before. Usually in more-often-than-not thwarted attempts to bury my sorrows over a rough dating experience (or, god help me, the news of “Angel’s” cancellation… so sad…) in some random guy’s crotch. But now… well, now I’ve settled into my yearly spat of Bea Arthur-ish disappointment (with a side of bitterness) – which informs me (very against my male nature): Every cock is basically the same… except for the ones with little bumps, crabs and otherwise undesirable/overactive critters with which you’ll soon come into contact if you keep fucking around like a Eurotrash tourist in heat at the office, looking for rough trade to hook-up with on Craigslist when you should be writing up paperwork, for god’s sake…

All that said, I’m just a cute guy looking for another cute guy who might want to hang out, have a few drinks, get to know each other, talk about shit, dance, break beer bottles, enjoy some balls-to-the-fuckin-wall rock-n-roll, eat pizza, see film revivals because you actually ‘like’ the films (and not because you might need something to talk about with the next hipster you run into on the L-train), bond over an embarrassing partiality to Don Henley’s solo work, send stupid emails just because they’re kinda funny… all that cute shit. Of course, you should be hung like Jim Morrisson. Kidding. But it’d be nice if you were relatively masculine, genuinely nice, cute and… well, if you’re not someone I hooked up with in a drunken rampage along the Lower East Side.

I'm beginning to think all the (miserable, or not so) singles should just volunteer ourselves as wingpeople for each other. Just help the process along a bit.

My favorite CL post seen over the weekend though had to be this rant to employers everywhere:

10. And, finally, do you realize how fucked up it is to ask someone who has been unemployed for longer than six months "Why are you looking for work?" It would be wonderful to say that my lottery winnings ran out or that I tried being a cat burglar but couldn't get past the Slomin shield. Have you been living under a rock for the past three years?

That was definitely my most hated interview question.

Posted by Candicissima at April 19, 2004 12:07 PM