A Perfectly Cromulent LJ

The funniest line of the night was when Gail said, during judging, that Stefan's cooking "lacked soul." Lady, have you been to Germany?

Anyway, I think Carla's going to win. Stefan's going to once again expend all his energy getting in Hosea's head (and Hosea seems all too happy to let him) because I really don't think he sees her as a real threat.

Because he's German, And they're all Nazi swine.

As seen on...lots of other LJs, it's the Police Car Question:

I know there's an excruciating amount of election left, but the combination of  drinking Stone IPA and watching Fox News - where I can enjoy Michael Barone's stricken expression and Bill Kristol saying  "this is going to be a bad night for Republicans" - might just cause me to spontaneously combust from beer-fueled/schadenfreude induced delight.

Can cats eat Starbursts? I ask because Ripley goes batshit for this big bag of the things The Wife has for her Scout functions, and I want to make sure we're not going to come home one day after her candy opening skills develop to find a cat bloated to Mr. Creosote proportions on high fructose corn syrup and modified food starch.

First seen over at arch_scrivener's, the old name three things you've done that nobody on your Friends' list has:

1. Been hit by a car three times (on foot and bike). And by "hit" I mean "struck while it was moving faster than 20 MPH" and by "three" I mean "between two and four."
2. Met Marlin Perkins from Wild Kingdom.
3. Put money on the Giants to beat the Patriots in Super Bowl XLII.

Howdy LJ amigos, been a long time since I rapped at ya.

So it appears I need a veterinarian for our cat. Apparently they need "shots" and "preventive care" and other weird sounding shit. It'd be in Houston, obviously, and in the Heights/North Loop area would be preferable.

So Eli Stone is basically Ally McBeal with a religious spin, right? Granted, I don't see Michael E. Kelly's name anywhere, but the whole "lawyer having meaningful hallucinations" shtick is awfully familiar.

Is it me, or does Mitt Romney remind anyone of Ken Wind from the Miller/Sienkiewicz Elektra: Assassin series?

I love Romney. I mean...I loathe Romney, but he might just be the purest politician in the race. I understand that all the candidates have "altered" their positions to better appeal to the largest mass of potential constituents (except for Huckabee, who's been a whack job all along), but Romney so shamelessly panders to whatever group can best help him reach the next political milestone, well, you gotta respect that.

Or not, actually.

Vote Quimby.

I recently realized that a pantload of people I'd like to keep up with have sequestered themselves over here on LiveJournal. So rather than leave lots of creepy anonymous comments, I've decided to create an LJ account and leave comments that - while just as creepy - will now be attributable to me.

So there you go.