… stays in Australia.

    By popular demand (there were numerous emails this week), here’s a boy, an Aussie rules football, and an alpaca:

    This image and a skillion similar ones have apparently been all over the Aussie news lately.  Although apparently this is bad for the alpaca, which will grow to think it’s natural to kick human beings around.

    Here, we’d elect him to some sort of political office.

    For my own part, I’m off to Vegas for the convention all the cool kids are already at.  I understand that what happens in Vegas… can usually be resolved by broad-spectrum antibiotics.

    If I come home in a footy jersey, with a distant smile on my face, and covered in alpaca hair… we will not speak of this again. 

    The index to Prisoner of Trebekistan (now available for pre-order!  Have I mentioned that?  Really?  Because it is!) is actually turning out to be a pretty decent little read on its own.

    Probably the only place you’ll ever see

Jennings, Ken

listed directly after

Jell-O shooters

at least as far as I know.

    I’ve been straight my whole life, but the Senate was unable to muster enough votes to “defend” heterosexual marriage.

    Obviously, if heterosexual marriage needs to be defended, and now the effort has failed, heterosexual relationships are now profoundly endangered.  We straights are helpless

    O’Reilly pins a Nazi atrocity on American soldiers.

    Ann Coulter counts Jews as Christians.  Also says 9-11 widows enjoyed losing their husbands.

    Limbaugh equates being outraged at the massacre of civilians to gang rape.

   
Anybody in Australia willing to give me a job?  Marry me?  Adopt me as
your child?  All of the above?  Because I would like to try living among the relatively
sane someday.

I’m about halfway into creating the index for Prisoner of Trebekistan, and I’m thinking that if the publisher says OK, I’d like to put the index online, part of the upcoming PrisonerOfTrebekistan.com. The index is turning out to be pretty interesting all by itself.

So far,

Tarantino, Quentin

appears directly after

Stewardess, Ukrainian

and just before

Tattoos, inexplicable.

Somehow I suspect he might be amused.