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So Edwards, Obama and Clinton are all in a dead heat in Iowa. Obama is getting the Superman treatment, Edwards says Obama is too nice and Hillary Clinton is trying to get Bill not to eat another cheeto because they are bad for him all while telling voters if she can protect Bill, she can protect Americans. Although Edwards says he will add Bill to his White House if he wins the presidency.

Of course he will. Bill Clinton is more popular than anyone running in 2008. (Of course, that’s just my opinion. It’s also my opinion that I think Al Gore probably laughed at ManBearPig because he has a sense of humor, which others don’t share with me.)

Sorry, I’m a progressive and I just couldn’t pass that up. I offer my apologies ahead of time.

The GOP candidates are fighting like my dogs do over a scrap of macaroni and cheese or the last bit of a hot dog. Man, McCain and Huckabee apparently want to run together because they sho’ don’t like Romney.

“APOLOGIZE!!” Huckabee is screaming at Romney.

***crickets***

“NOW!” Huckabee yowls, joined by the scratchy voice of John McCain. It is a symphony of Republican tenors that rivals only the now-deceased stylings of Luciano Pavoratti.

***crickets***

Nashville voters should be scratching their heads and getting on the phone so their vote makes a difference because right now, there are questions.

So here it is. I will not vote for a presidential candidate in a primary who is trying to offer me fear. I will vote for one that gives me hope.

And that laughs at ManBearPig. (Wait, he’s not running. Damn.)

If politics bores the heck out of you, go here. It’s a picture of a puppy.

Keep this man away from it.

JP modified by header.

It’s going to be header year here at Newscoma.

Woot.

My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
Sarcastro named this cat?
I like to call cats Henry, but that’s just me.

Bullitt is a classic. The French Connection is a classic.

A Steven Seagal double-feature scheduled for primetime?

Am I missing something here?

Is it just me?

If you are hiring, call me. I think I can help you out with your scheduling issues.

Love,

Newscoma

I’m not making any resolutions for the New Year. I know what I want, I know what I’m willing (key word being willing) to do and I know that some things I have control over and some things I don’t.

So, if I put effort into what I think is important and try not to set myself up for sabotage, I should be okay.

Yeah, I’m watching The French Connection. I’ve got a Popeye Doyle attitude this morning.

You gotta a problem with that?

There was a battle I missed. I’m saddened by this as I’ve been busy, there are still roughly 1, 268 unread blog posts in my reader and yet, I feel sad because I let my big guy down.

Bigfoot lost to Yeti on the Doodle-Monkey blog during the year-end election.

It’s all my fault. If only I’d supported Bigfoot. If only I’d known. Stupid non-virtual life getting in the way of important matters.

**sigh**

But then again, Bigfoot took honors anyway citing he was, indeed, the self-declared winner.

Kinda like George Bush in 2000.

I <3 Doodle-Monkey.

It appears that due to my insistence of getting up in the morning, working on the computer, noticing the time, seeing that I have used all said time, rushing into the shower and then rushing to the car with a wet head of hair, which I have an overabundance of which takes about two hours to dry, and scrambling to get to work has caught up with me (Your William Faulkner sentence of the day from your friendly Newscoma.)

It’s Meth Benedryl day, campers.

Woot. (cough … hack … snort.)

Yeah, I’m here all week.

No, really.

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And to answer Kathy T’s question, I have no idea where I find this stuff, however, this one is an oldie but a goodie.

And to answer the rest of your questions, yes, I have seen an actual fainting goat.

Stop it, they’re fine.

The Stewman writes about life with cancer:

As I approach the new year, I have to admit I approach it with both a sense of hope, and to be as honest as possible… fear.  When I was diagnosed with cancer back in September, the doctor that broke the news to me, left little doubt as to how serious it was.  Basically I was told I had terminal cancer.  Then he told me of the options of chemo and radiation.  Then, like the stick and the carrot… after the stick of impending death, came the carrot.  If you try these procedures.. you might make it…. maybe.

It’s at this point when one makes a choice, or more accurately…. realizes he has no choice.  I like so many others, gave up my pride, my dignity, and my body, to a bunch of strangers.  One hopes they are professional, and kind, and considerate.  Most of them are, thank goodness. 

I was never so glad to make it to another year. 

It’s hard to see people you care about sick, but the one thing about Stew is his sense of humor is in tact. Yesterday, when we saw him, he talked about his days as a stand-up comedian in Tennessee and a couple of gigs in Ky. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much this week.
Last week’s chemo was rough. He sat under the drip for 7 1/2 hours.

And he still smiles. And he looks at his wife, Sugarface, with so much devotion I almost feel I’m interrupting an intimate moment.

Go see him.