Wonderful description of the Hunter S Thompson funeral celebration at LA Weekly: Burial in the Sky.

Go read this.

Question of the day: ‘Are crop circles real?’

My Answer: ‘Yes, of course they are. The extraterrestrial farmer-teasing, not so much.’

While it’s nothing compared to the awful weather down south right now, it was kinda hot at my house yesterday.

You know, I used to get so depressed every time I was driving down the 10 toward Palm Springs and passed by the Cabazon dinosaurs, blocked as they were now with chain restaurants. We used to joke about freeing the poor dinos from their Corporate Captors.

Now, after reading today’s Column One in the Times, that depression is turning into anger: creationists have bought out the dinosaurs and gift shop and are selling toys with labels like: ‘Don’t swallow it! The fossil record does not support evolution.’

No, I am not kidding.

Where is MC Hawking when you need him?

If they ever get around to making a third Star Wars trilogy, the opening scene of the first movie should be a nausea-inducing flight over blinding yellow sand dunes. We approach a giant hole in the sand, at the bottom of which is a mass of scary teeth. Silence for a moment, then blaster fire is heard and something flies out of the mouth. It is an armored man, who lands face down in the sand at the top of the hole. He is panting, his armor ripped and scratched, perhaps eaten away as with acid. After a long moment of obvious pain, he struggles to his feet.

The POV changes to over his shoulder as we see the Rebel hovercraft in the far distance….

Dear American Legion Leadership:

Fuck you.

(via metafilter)

Don’t forget:

Here’s the resolution.

And with Milton Bradley going on the DL, has he played his last game as a Dodger? That would be really saddening if true.

You know what else would suck? Barry Bonds in an Angels uniform. (Halfway down the page.)