Pleeeeeeeeze tell me why I must be subjected to such a gawdawful picture to check my yahoo mail. Yes, geekfreeks, I can block images from yahoo. But then I can't see the images on the buttons or many other useful things when I am in yahoo mail. First, we had to stare at the ho-hum brunette for something near 2 years. Now we have a rotating set of pictures, and this picture is one of them. So it's worse, even, because we might get the nice pic of the surfer, or we might get the guy who's ripping his eyeball sockets off his face. Yahoo, I'm 'bout ready to bail to gmail.

Go see all about it Featured in magazines all over the world, these are collars, leashes, luggage tags, and yes, charms for your treasured furry companion. Cats can also revel in the AbFab selections. Charm 'bracelets' for your pooch, charms you can share, we're all over it. Since we love our anti-pets (click here for the anti-dog and anti-cat pix), we'll be looking to expand the ways we absolutely spoil our absolutely fabulous furry friends with these absolutely fabulous accoutrements!

Read all about it I'm rolling on the floor. A 'disaster preparedness consulting firm' whatever the hell that is, who knew there was such a thing, we thought disaster preparedness was comprised of the HR hags running around making sure you have your evacuation plan posted in your cubicle. But anyway, such a thing does exist. Okay, fine. Now, which firm in their right goddamn minds would hire FEMA fool Michael Brown? I can hear the advice to executives now... "Make sure you do not use email as a communication tool during the disaster."

Read all about it No fan of illegal immigration, friends will be surprised to hear me say that children born on US soil should maintain their rights as US citizens. I'm also no fan of the old slippery slope defense, you know, when one says if you change this thing that really should be changed, well, then it's just a short pebble skip to many more changes that shouldn't be changed so you shouldn't change the thing that should change because it makes it too easy to then change the things that shouldn't be changed. Follow? (You're surpirsed to hear nobody ever suggested I write a legal textbook...) But it does seem clear if you alter the 14th ammendment to eliminate the chance for kids born here to be US citizens, well, there's no telling what a future corrupt government could do with the concept of citizenship. This issue shows why the constitution should not be a living document, and here's where it could bite liberal idealogies in the ass. If you interpret the constitution as a living document, and mold it to solve or prevent the problems of the current day, this is what you get; conservative whackadoos trying to solve the problem of illegal immigration with a current-day interpretation of the 14th ammendment. You solve illegal immigration by stopping it, not by reinterpreting the constitution and revoking rights guaranteed by it.

Read all about it 'member all those lessons mom and dad taught ya', like the grass is always greener, and the one we really hated, money can't buy you happiness? I mean, cuz, we were sure if we had a million dollars, our problems would be, like, way over. Well, this couple shows how right mumsie and pops really were. DUI's, drug overdoses...both of the winners of this uber jackpot, dead within five years of winning that 65.4 mil. Know what that looks like spelled out? $65,400,000. And that couldn't buy a DUI lawyer and a stint in drug rehab? Who needs a drivers license for 65 mil; you can buy a lot of taxi rides. And crickey, buy the whole Betty Ford center...but, alas, sanity does not come with instant wealth. Now, Marla and Michela...we would find happiness and spiritual serenity at the golden temple of life ("South Coast Plaza").

Former FEMA chief Michael Brown gives us our whackadoo quote of the day: "Hurricane Katrina showed how bad disasters can be, and there's an incredible need for individuals and businesses to understand how important preparedness is." And for FEMA, and the President of the United States, and Governors, and Mayors of towns sitting on the edge of complete and utter destruction. They, too, have an incredible need to understand how important preparedness is.

Read all about it I'm not sure if you're a hungry homeless person that you would care if you went in to your local shelter for Christmas dindin only to find Moosemeat pie on the menu, but I think it would give me the heebie jeebies. Especially to find that said moose was pummeled by a train, for cryin' out loud. Yes, yes, we appreciate the meat not going to waste, but still... Then again, the idea of sleeping under a bridge in Alaska sends a chill down my spine as well, so maybe my thresholds are just a little higher.

Read all about it Or, maybe it is...having never grown up in cold enviros, what does either Marla or Michela know about pond ice. But even we SoCali girls know; only 24 days of frigid weather?...probably t'ain't nuff to go ice skating. We thinks the kid on the 3-wheeler didn't know he was driving onto ice, it is hard to see sometimes. But the 44 year old ought to have taken his little girl to the ice rink, not the semi-frozen pond. We just don't get it sometimes.

Read all about it Anti-abortion whacknuts want to fly pictures of aborted fetuses over the beaches of Hawaii. They claim it's unfair to restrict their 'free speech' by not allowing airborne advertising. M mm mmm.

Forget that Walmart hires walking brainstems to scan those little pencil looking bars across the blinking red thingie (the best explanation a Walmart clerk can give you for what their job is), forget that Walmart packs their aisles so full of junk you can scarcely maneuver around the five-fat-kid-family to retrieve your toothpaste, forget that the store layouts make as much sense as the mazes used by scientists to confuse genetically dumbed down rats, they sell crap. CRAP. My Ma (the best Ma in the whole wide world [and a reader of this blog eh-hem, eh-hem)]) was kind enough to buy me a set of sheets after my flood (all you people rolling your eyes and saying oh JEE-suss, not the fucking FLOOD again! go to hell, ko?). Those sheets were 300 thread count. They're sandpaper, I tell you, sandpaper. I've got 250 count sheets that feel better after a day at the beach. Further, they are bleaching out with each wash. They have big white spots all over, as though I washed them in bleach. I don't even own a bottle of bleach. I don't bleach anything. It's just the crap dye used in the crap sheets. AND, they do not even fit my pillow top mattress. Is there any mattress on this green earth that is not a pillowtop besides the po' college student Futon? Anyway, Walmart, they sell crap. CRAP. If you wanna save 5 cents on your toilet paper, go ahead. In the meantime, I'm going to TARGET!