..Hey feelin left out because you weren’t in Iowa and you’re not in New Hampshire
and you just want to vote for something because the process looks so cool and sexy?
David Tennant
has been nominated as the Most Attractive Man of 2007

..Hey feelin left out because you weren’t in Iowa and you’re not in New Hampshire
and you just want to vote for something because the process looks so cool and sexy?
has been nominated as the Most Attractive Man of 2007


I’ve been told I should support Clinton-
because she’s a woman.
I’ve been told I should support Obama-
because he’s not white
and I’m not either.
I’ve been told I should not to support Richardson because then I’d be practicing Identity Politics.
When I say I like Edwards I’ve been reminded, somewhat sternly, that he’s a White Man from the South-
he’s not the candidate for people like me I’ve been told.
Next thing you know I’m going to need to start asking which water fountain I should be drinking from.
No.
I’m not trying to be funny.
That’s what I think.
One of my friends bought this album for her daughter- who happens to be a hell of a guitarist.
When my friend asked me about this band I said they were great-
that they are almost as good as the Ramones.
Which is true.
So here is the catch: my friend’s husband has a picture of the U.S. President right next to a picture of Jesus on his desk at work.
He is a Minister.
I am not laughing.
I am smiling.
But I am not laughing.
Darrin and I have been friends since we were seven.
He expressed his affection for me by offering to marry me when we were in the First Grade everyday at morning recess- in front of my friends and the sixth graders and on his knees.
My answer was to tie him to the tether-ball pole and to leave him there until recess was over.
In the Second Grade Darrin used to draw hearts on my desk- in magic marker.
I used to beat him up for that because darn it, that ink would NOT come off and for some reason the teacher who thought this situation was ‘too cute for words’ ( as he told my Mom ) couldn’t ‘find’ another desk.
And then part way through the third grade it occurred to me to just ignore Darrin.
That went on for weeks until one day I’m in my room- and there’s a knock on the living room door and I hear it open and I hear
Crying
It’s Darrin and he’s there with his Mom and they’re talking and my Mom and when I went out there all I could say was
” I haven’t touched that Cootie..I hate that Cootie…he BUGS me.”
I thought I was pretty darn funny.
My Mom is not amused.
Friends and neighbors she doesn’t even blink – I don’t think she was even breathing- she was MAD.
So my Mom asks Darrin what I did ( I was tried and convicted on the spot- my Mom does not screw with due process ) and that little Cootie- Head says
” Anita hates me…she won’t talk to me anymore.”
Not only did my Mom take away my bike, she took away my record player-
just for making Darrin cry.
So at a very young age I learned…
Don’t mess with Darrin
I ‘ve lived by that for over 30 years now.
So a couple of years ago I get this e-mail from Darrin.
We’re both Doctor Who fans and he tells me that when he was in the U.K. he saw the new Doctor on the TV.
Here’s what he said,
” His name is David Tennant and do you know what Anita? I never thought I’d say this becuase I didn’t think it could ever be true- but there is someone out there who is far more prettier then you are.”
So I google David Tennant take a good look and fire back this e-mail
” Dear Cootie Maestro,
When the Master shows up he’s totally going to make this guy his Bitch.”
Darrin sent a copy of that to my Mom- who couldn’t punish me but it should be noted that for Christmas that year she didn’t give me her traditional gift of Cherry Cordials ( the mint ones ).
Even from his Grandmother’s house on the other side of the world Darrin got me busted.
God!
So for a couple of YEARS I have bit my lip everytime Darrin starts talking about
and I quote
” Doctor Whoa Baby Tennant “
It was all good until about a month or so ago when I called Doctor Who a floozy- well for god-sakes it was a comment section and how was I supposed to know people who don’t comment ( LIKE YOU DARRIN ) read those things-
Anyway, Darrin sees it…
so he says it’s my choice-
I give up blog space to Doctor Whoa Baby or he tells about the time I….
well-
anyway
he’ll do it.
And how long will I have to do this for?
Until I die.
Like I said Don’t F*&^ with Darrin.
But don’t worry Darrin… Mon Petit Insecte…
Vengence will be mine.
One day my Mom will NOT be around to protect you.
Until then…
here’s some Doctor Whoa Baby stuff….Darrin….you Toad…
blah blah blah, missing scientist, blah blah blah, atom bomb
this is a great blog- go see it for yourself- and to get you moving along it does involve YOU KNOW WHO HERE
This is a fun clip.
I happen to like the song, plus somebody gets slapped around a couple of times- anyway….here it is….
This is a pretty cool fansite…if you’re interested in pictures and things of that nature that involve Mr. Tennant
Okay.
I’m done.
For now.
Geeze
On one world someone ( ahem Max ) likes this guy- he’s a famous actor.

My niece- who is a sane 15 and exists on the same Planet as Max -knows him as the PriceLine.Com guy-
okay, I have to fess up when I started to think about this warp in reality I felt like I was in one of those Twilight Zone Episodes involving Mirrors and people who look like the people you know…
but they’re not.
( scary music bit comes in here )
Okay- for real now….
I actually thought that entire Priceline/ Captain Kirk situation was pretty funny until I remembered the first time I was shot into a screwed up alternate reality.
Here’s what happened- I was a HUGE MEGA fan of a band called Slade when I was like 10 or 11 and shut the Heck up about it years later when this Metal Band hijacked TWO…COUNT THEM… TWO of their songs and flew them straight up the charts.
I should have had more guts…I should have at least laughed at the lameness of it all…I was a musician, I played in clubs, I taught guitar and you know what? I could have articulated why something like this was just wrong, wrong, wrong.
Well I didn’t, and that turned out to actually be a defining moment in my life because from that point on I NEVER hid how I really felt about Music or Politics or Writing after swallowing that bitter piece of vomit.
Okay, it’s history-Slade still rocks and over the years I still haven’t changed- I still speak up- in fact-
I like to speak up…and I do it every chance I get.
So in closing here’s a pretty great song that Quiet Riot DIDN’T record.
Yay.
Enjoy.
amm
Run Run Away
I like black and white (dreaming of black and white)
You like black and white
Run run away
[chorus]
See chameleon
Lying there in the sun
All things to everyone
Run run away
If you’re in the swing (money ain’t everything)
If you’re in the swing
Run run away
If you gotta crush (don’t beat about the bush)
When I gotta crush
Run run away
Oh now can’t you wait (love don’t come on a plate)
Oh now can’t you wait
Run run away
See there chameleon
Lying there in the sun
All things to everyone
Run run away
Run run away
Run run away
Run run away
(click on the Pic to get to Slade’s Official Site)

It’s A Song.
It’ll make people crazy in like 3 minutes.
Swear to God.
…….you’re all going to check it out, aren’t you?
Thought So.


By Associated Press
more HERE

Some people didn’t have to spend the New Years in Bed watching tv ( okay, there’s a Twilight Zone and CSI Marathon going on so I’m not exactly busted up over that) because they’re sick.
Other people actually got to have fun….
Check it out:
This is how some people saw 2008 in- this bar was built of Ice…I SO would have gone here myself.

See more New Years pictures at BBC page HERE
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This happened in Seattle- right in Bill ” Microsoft’s ” Gate’s backyard…God I love stories like these:

Fireworks explode off the top of the Space Needle, bringing in 2008, as seen from a condo complex on lower Queen Anne. Delays due to a computer glitch lengthened the show, according to a Space Needle spokeswoman. Ultimately, the show had to be executed manually, but it was out of sync with the accompanying music. In 14 years, this is the first such problem.