OK, if my arch blogrival Bighead Needleman can post a cartoon, so can I.
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Or maybe I can't. The HTML I copied for the image had six errors in it, which I (stunningly) was able to edit and finally get the image to load. BUT. Look at that goddamn thing! What a mess.
OK, I cede this round to Bighead. And I feel about the new Beck much as I did about the new Dylan after listening to it once. I need more time with it. This is also how I feel about deciding whether or not a picture of Salma Hayek is any good.
We have a new guinea pig in our house, a sixth birthday present that has occasioned much naming debate. What do you call a white female rodent with black patches who is terrified of her owners and their cat?
Well, if you learn that guinea pigs often eat their own turds and this amuses you tremendously because it means that "the guinea pig's tushy is like a Pez dispenser" (you're six, remember), then you might well call your guinea pig "Pez," last night's #1 name.
On the other paw, if you can't come up with many good girl names for your guinea pig, you might call her "Mrs. Bob."
Or, you might inexplicably settle on the name "Marbles," which, when I left for work this morning, was in serious contention.
When I get home in a couple of hours, I'll find out which of the three nominees has won the nominal award.