
Best wishes to all Dullard-kind for a peaceful and prosperous new year.
Mad ramblings on music, politics and pop culture from the dullard's perspective.
My state isn't one of those with an early primary, so campaigning and advertising have been minimal. The only visible presence is for Ron Paul, whose supporters are littering our highways with homemade signs.
Here's why these accusations are ridiculous:
Just when I had nearly forgotten about him, Alan Keyes squirmed out of the woodwork and appeared in a GOP debate in Iowa that was broadcast by CNN, MSNBC and Fox News. I didn't even know Keyes was (again) running for president. Alas, there he was on the stage with the front-runners (Giluliani, Romney and Huckabee. Yes, Huckabee!) and also-rans (McCain and some other guys)."I think the most important emission we need to control is the hot air emission of politicians who pretend one thing and don't deliver."Here is a clip of that part of the debate. And here's some more about Keyes and why he is the nuttiest candidate to ever get significant airtime:



5. "Serious Hits … Live!" by Phil Collins. He may mean well at times, but Phil Collins’ attempts at social relevance ("Another Day in Paradise") come across as overly earnest. And no album with seven-minute version of "Sussudio" on it should have the adjective “serious” attached to it."I did not have good situational awareness of what was happening."This is my new catch-all rationale for everything I do wrong:
Halloween (pretty much my favorite holiday) is only a week away. This year, I'm thinking of being scary Larry Craig, the disgraced senator from Idaho. I may wear this mask, dress in a suit with a flag pin on the lapel, and walk around with a boarding pass.
"Now if you go to one of their events, you see more business leaders, more community leaders, more elected officials than any other event in the county. They recognize the church's value now; they see it was an integral part to the solutions of Clearwater."


"If I am using a stall in a men's room, I consider that small rectangle of floor space to be mine, on a temporary basis, and would frown upon incursions by foreign toe-tapping shoes on to that property."


"Someone went to a great extent to interfere with everyone else's burn. I think, frankly, an attention whore has made a plea for attention."Plans are under way to build a new Man in time for the traditional burn.
Sen. Larry Craig of Idaho, despite a guilty plea, says a "lewd conduct" incident in an airport bathroom was just a misunderstanding. Study the mug shot, read the police report and decide for yourself.
The famed burger turns 40 this week. Here's the back story.
Reading this article about the mine disaster in Utah (as well as the one in China), I recalled an excellent book I read last year, "Coal: A Human History."
Here's something else to spend your money on: Flash drives that look like the White Stripes. Or just watch their latest video for free. Key lyrics:Well, Americans:
What, nothin' better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant too.
When you stand up and are arrested and the Hindu is allowed to go free, this country has gone upside-down.
Reading a Wall Street Journal primer on how to kill a lobster reinforced my view about these creatures: They're hideous, like some horrible hybrid of centipede and spider, only with pinchers.
I'm a Mac user, but I am not automatically seduced by whatever Apple is offering. That's why I was skeptical of the iPhone. The $500 cost reminded me of the recent game consoles, with the overloaded and overpriced Playstation 3 flopping in the face of the cheaper and simpler Wii. Surely, this was another example of a company charging too much for a product that tried to do too much — and none of it well.
Part of Pink Floyd's "The Wall" imagines the rock concert as fascist rally. As a metaphor, it's not as compelling or believable as the personal "wall" built by the story's protaganist as a shield against perceived tormentors. This is probably why the double album effectively ends with "Comfortably Numb" — the remainder (known to old-timers as Side 4) comes across as overblown.
Rogen, in a leading role for a change, turns in a reasonable performance as a pot-smoking, porn-purveying schlub named Ben Stone. Shiftless yet harmless, he's a younger version of The Dude from "The Big Lebowski." Apatow's script calibrates the character just right; Ben is just bad enough to be embarrassing but not so horrible that the audience roots against him.President Dwight D. Eisenhower had one recreational passion outside of Mamie. It was: a) eight ball b) golf c) jogging d) gangsta rap.Do most people think of their spouses as a recreational passion? Is that how Ike thought of his lovely wife? Then again, this sentence was (allegedly) written by the man who found new uses for falafel, so who knows? Perhaps O'Reilly considers marriage to be a pastime similar to cribbage, yoga or World of Warcraft.
The rest of the shop was more orderly. I browsed through the bins of regularly priced items, noticing discs such as the oxymoronically titled "The Essential Stabbing Westward." But one thing did catch my eye as still desirable: a used copy of "Who Are You" by the Who, an album I bought on vinyl 25 years ago but never owned on CD. I was in luck: This copy was the remastered version with a handful of extra tracks and extensive liner notes. I wasn't sure how the album, released in 1978, would hold up in 2007 but figured it was worth $8.99 to find out.