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Monday, February 14, 2011

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x85


Makes about as much sense as the "export democracy" policy, which has never gang aft agley. If men can build it, it can just as easily be unbuilt, and likely will be by your childrens' children's generation.

Speaking of, it's about that time...

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x83


America, a performance piece.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x82


Because everyday is Caturday, and stuff does pile up high here. Has for a while, and will likely continue to be that way for a while yet.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Caturday Afternoon Special, Episode 0x81


Late, but this pretty much explains things.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7F


But on New Year's Eve, they're everywhere... No escape. It's just another excuse to have holed-up in my house for the evening this year, considering that the Fuzz has been angling for revenue all holiday season out here. Drunk or not, you're guilty, and they'll prove it to you.

Speaking of nannyisms, we have 725 new laws on the books today.

Tacitus was right: Corruptissima re publica plurimae leges.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7E


I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas this year. We're not quite done yet, friends and family are still wandering about, but that's not a bad thing... Unless you happen to be the cat, and they know about the costume.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7D


Particularly appropriate for this week; wake me in April.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7C


If you can't relax, find something else to fixate on, says I. At least my old jalopy of a desktop can still kick out the power to keep up with a new expansion without the overheard of Windows adding dead weight.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x7A


... And the frenzy begins. It's getting to where one can't step out into the parking-lot anymore without being hedged-in by others that hope you're going instead of coming, railroaded by oblivious shoppers fifteen abreast, or losing my favorite ear-drum to the keening shrieks of children reaching for the latest fuzzy, brightly-colored animatronic Tribble.

Your sentence is one month, no additional sanity for good behavior. Humbug, I say. I reject pop-Christmas, and wish it a frigid demise, buried in red ink.

HUMBUG!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x79


Am I the only one that sees this and immediately sees our televised media?

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x78


Sadly, he had to put the economy back, as some jerk had spilled quantitative-easing all over the front of it.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x77


To be honest, though... Seeing Olbermann get his soap-box taken away made me laugh harder than anything televised at the rally.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x76


Take some time this coming evening and remember those loved ones that have gone on before us: grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, friends and family of every stripe. We are here but briefly, so make use of the time given to you.

That said, spend some time doing this with the ones here now, and it's okay to have a sugar-fit while doing so... Just don't do it on my lawn.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x75


This is only half-funny. Seriously, don't touch my stuff. It's like that for a reason, maximum feng shui, minimal explanation required. It doesn't have to make sense to you. In fact, you should probably be thankful that it doesn't.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x74


Working on this right now, leaving even less time to slack on posting, but more time to cultivate a lifestyle that supports itself in a sustainable way for next to nothing. It's something I'd like to share, but we're still hammering out the vision; visions are replete with dents and creases.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x73


As someone near me observed this last week, "When the excrement hits the fan, everyone wants to duck." Conspiracies abound, and not the fun tin-foil kind, either... Let's see if the banks involved can cough up the necessary evidence to prove ownership, whether it prompts a movement for the nationalization of housing-affiliated businesses, and the resulting fallout following whatever disastrous conclusion is reached.

What interesting times we live in.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Caturday Night Special, Episode 0x72


I can't turn on the idiot-box without making this face anymore; the roaring market in silver prompted all manner of commentators to model the verbal equivalent of a burst sewer-pipe.

♫ Blue days, all of them gone; Nothin' but blue skies, from now on... ♫

I redouble my efforts to fully fund the GTFO-CA coffers. Soon, I hope to sing the above in earnest.