On the Internets

• Have you heard yet about the recent controversy over SpongeBob SquarePants? It seems the increasingly megalomaniacal Dr. James Dobson has got his panties in a bunch over the popular cartoon character, accusing him/it of promoting a covert homosexual agenda. Go here for some thoughtful analysis (“By turning SpongeBob into controversy, groups losing credibility”); then, better yet, go check my boys at Gin & Tacos for a hilarious and slightly more irreverent take.



• A bit of self-congratulation. Unfinished Novellas is currently the #6 site on google for the search: "michael jackson" infantile regression.



• The Night David Lee Roth Saved My Life. Need I say more?



• An unholy trinity: Ronnie James Dio, George W. Bush, and Satan, courtesy of No More Mister Nice Blog.



• Dehydrated1 turned me on to If Flannery Had a Blog, in which one of my all-time favorite writers, Flannery O’Connor, blogs poetic and waxes philosophic from the grave.



• THE Mike Johnson passed this on to me. If you didn’t already think the fine fux at Fox News are shills for the Bush administration, watch the clip.



• Talk about activist judges!



• Taking Sides: Southern Man v. Sweet Home Alabama



• Finally, one of my new favorites…So Sayeth the Peabs. If it don’t make sense, you ain’t drunk enough. Hyper-imaginative, laugh-out-loud tales from the mouth of Bill Cosby’s right-hand man, President Peabs, who claims to have gone down on both Thelonious and Art Monk in one sitting. Reminds me of some of dehydrated1’s late-night intoxicated ramblings. Try a slice:
  

  Yesterday morning, Bill Cosby was shitting on the kitchen floor when he turned to yours effing truly and asked if we should quickly split an eight-ball (or 4) and go to Charles Bronson's house for his annual "Dirty Dozen Party". For those of you unaware, every year Chuck invites his share of filthy starlets (and equally as filthy faux-politicos like my gorgeous self) to dress up as cast members from his timeless 1967 motion picture and reenact scenes. Well, sorta. Actually, it's a bunch of trannies and drag queens obsessed with Jim Brown injecting smackysmack into their Uncle Festicles and baking Gyne-Lotrimin cookies. By the dozen.

N/P Double Leopards – Halve Maen (side C)