Sentential Links (Page 24)

Here we go. Yeah, lots of politics this week. :: Family fights are always painful, but they are usually easily healed as well. Here’s to the end of the Long March of 2008. It’s been real. (That it has. I would have voted for Hillary Clinton in November if she’d been nominated, without question.) :: One virtue of having a reputation as a straight-talker is that you can get away with constant lying. :: On a social level, it’s hard to picture someone of Hillary’s age, experience, and temperament being willing to play second fiddle to a young guy likeDown the rabbit hole….

OK, so we’re a day late. You get what you pay for on this blog, folks! Not that many this week, though, owing to my lack of presence on Teh Interweb. :: Today I ate so much protein, I am one big fat gassy individual. (Icky post warning! But best of luck to Jen on her upcoming gastric bypass. I hope it goes as well as she hopes. Better, even.) :: I hate it when I’m leaving the house with my backpack, come back to the house to get something I forgot, then lock the door, leaving the backpack inside.Down the rabbit hole….

Here we go: :: What a small, strange world she lives in — one in which even simple breakfast choices are fraught with peril. What are her lunch and dinner choices like? When she goes to a restaurant, does she peer into the waiters’ station and wonder which servers are gays who wish to be married, peer into the kitchen and wonder which dishwashers are illegal aliens? When she makes her own meals, does she claw through the fridge and pantry like Harry Caul at the end of The Conversation, frantically searching the labels for signs of politically incorrect associations?Down the rabbit hole….

Here we go! :: You rarely see a gun, or a silencer, or a decapitation in an Archie comic. (Wow! I can cross another item off my “Things I never thought I’d see” list.) :: GREAT balls. Bob Dylan makes DELICIOUS balls. (Oh, go look. It’s safe for work, not at all what you’re thinking, you dirty-bird!) :: ART is a beautiful woman, specifically the suntanned legs that went on for miles belonging to the lady who had just left the shop in those high high heels. He stood there for a moment, and the realization dawned. I had him.Down the rabbit hole….

Linking the linkable since 2005: :: I do so love the new feature in Blogger. (Me too!) :: You’re a Democrat because you want to see certain things get done and unfortunately you need politicians to get them done and politicians are just people, often significantly flawed people. Saints become nurses and doctors and teachers and missionaries. They don’t go into politics. This is what I’ve learned on the blogosphere. The difference between Democrats and a lot of self-styled Progressives is Democrats want certain things to get done; Progressives want a lot of the same things to get done butDown the rabbit hole….

Here we go: :: My point is just that when you’re sitting in your room next to the fireplace with no one but a ball of wax to talk to, being a rationalist is way easier. (New blog to me. Can’t remember how I found it, though.) :: I hung up feeling cheated and disillusioned. (Don’t recall how I ended up bookmarking this one, either.) :: Lego Wesley never cries when he drinks. Lego Wesley is hardcore like that. :: “I didn’t know this was a clown bar, man. That gives me the creeps.” :: Let’s face it, despite ourDown the rabbit hole….

Linking the linkable, lest they go unlinked (more politics than usual this week): :: America almost seems like it’s finally had enough of the non-celebrities being taken seriously in some way (the entire media is like a giant, uncontained Gong Show these days). I find it funny that Heather Mills has finally figured out that the British hate her and plans to follow some sort of obscure famous-for-being-famous career in America. (Adult content advisory. Do not click if you’re under sixteen, easily offended, or Dutch. You have been warned.) :: The Maverick and Commander is one of the vainest humanDown the rabbit hole….

Linkage, for the link-deprived, the link-depressed, the link-addicted, and just plain people who like themselves some links! :: This may smack too much of a stage magician revealing his tricks, but I actually have been asked, a few times, how I find the things I do, especially with some of the obscurities I’ve uncovered for The Encyclopedia of Pulp Heroes (due out Spring 2009 from MonkeyBrain Books), so it occurred to me to describe my Monday afternoon for you, Dear Reader, as an example of how I find the characters I do in my research into pop culture, and whyDown the rabbit hole….

This will be the Charlton Heston edition of Sentential Links, in honor of…well, Charlton Heston. Duh! :: He parted the Red Sea. What more can you ask for? :: Heston’s was a beauty uniquely suited to epics, so striking, symmetrical and sculpted that no matter how wide you made the screen, how much period paraphernalia you hung around the set or how many good-looking extras you had milling around, he held the gaze. :: Let’s get one thing straight first: every news outlet I’ve seen report this story so far has one detail wrong: Charlton Heston died yesterday at theDown the rabbit hole….

Here we go! :: As I said, as long as I work on the taxpayers’ dime, I don’t feel I should be wasting that time on Internet sports. (For those of you who think that your public servants are a bunch of time-wasting miscreants!) :: My gramma died March 10th. (I’ve been remiss in not offering Sean my condolences on the loss of his grandmother.) :: Suddenly, I’m not all that hungry. (Me either. Yeesh, I’m glad I already ate!) :: Solution: Just get Craig and Connery in a room and do a dual interview and forget muddling an alreadyDown the rabbit hole….