Translated Bollywood movie bit...

Translated Rap Battle

Senators for Gang Rape!!

Against the public option and certainly against a single-payer system, at least these folks are for something... gang rape! Blackwater never fails to bemuse...

I'd recognize him anywhere...

funniest quote: "I look like Hugo Chavez with gigantism"

That said, I think Travolta's noggin is up there with that of the recently departed Teddy Kennedy. No disrespect (I liked the guy, in the long run), but my god, that was one gargantuan-headed mo-fo... shouldn't say it given he died of brain cancer, but you could make 40 pounds of head cheese from that rock. Was there a Smigel TV Funhouse where his head expanded and started taking over the world? I couldn't find it online, but it sure seems like it should exist...

An important public service announcement...

Protect Insurance Companies PSA from Will Ferrell

Beavis and Butthead Return to promote "Extract"

Though I'm not much of a Jason Bateman fan (don't ask, he just annoys me), I am excited about a new Mike Judge movie, so enjoy two of my favorite critics

Oh Blackwater, keep on rolling...

Yup, the mercenaries at Blackwater are back in the news... check this out

Great skeptics' video from the Brits

I'd never heard about these guys until I was listening to Dr. Dean Edell (a hero of mine) describe this video and then ran it down on google... This skit does a great job of summarizing how I feel about alternative "medicine" and the net harm it does... (BTW, you can listen to Dean Edell shows at this archive page... his show is from 1PM to 2PM on KGO's schedule)



On my search for this video, I landed (and found the video) on this interesting site where I also found this satirical gem (as an old guy who doesn't chat online much, I had to go look up the meaning of BRB)

(Note: if this offends you, look away!)

Vonnegut Motivational Posters

Yo, I know this blog is inert lately, but go sign this petition (then they'll know whose door to knock down next... probably mine)

Facebook killed the bloggio star...

Man, not that in any way I'd ever consider myself a "bloggio star" (whatever that means) but going full sail on Facebook has seriously piked into the small amount of time I had left over to post on Ho Hum. I'm guessing this effect isn't unique to me (and I also found this similar sentiment). Regardless of how far you thought you left behind your high school and/or college days, you'd be surprised how compulsively you will jump right back in, making "friends" with people you only barely knew, or even disliked. You partly do this to be nice and assume that the person may no longer be a bully or a bitch, or maybe you will think that they may have liked you more than you thought (har!!). Or you may do this because you simply want to see what happened to them (for better or worse) since they (and you) left that world behind. Either way, it is a MAJOR TIME SUCK, and though I'm digging it now (I really am... and my high school was not that viscious, and even most of the jocks were nice guys), I wonder if the "SUCK" part of that will be where I end up with the whole Facebook endeavor. That said, seeing uploaded photos of your 2nd grade class and trying to figure out who is who in that photo has its appeal at this age... but then again, maybe facebook is really EVIL (please chime in, all 2 of you)!!!

p.s., I've noticed that when you go to someone's facebook page and all you can get access too is their "friends" list, you click on that button and because that person either hasn't had time to bother or has chosen not to play, facebook coldly informs you "Fred Jackson has no friends..." The nerve, but then again, it does sound so stark, so sad...

Corporate Greed (the new hot topic... new... heh)

I'm not sure folks should ever expect much from a job at a fast food joint (except learning hard knocks), but this is still emblematic of the climate that were either free falling from or, hopefully, pulling ourselves from it's goopy tendrils... and, I dare say that the Burger King guy is genuinely creepy. I mean creepy like your worst cell mate kinda creepy... I mean Bee Gees creepy (and I don't hate the Bee Gees, but he does look like one scary Baa-haa-haa-ree Gibb)... I mean like hide your children and your live-at-home mother kinda creepy... creepy mofo indeed

Have fun reading this entertaining account of a dosed teacher... and just for pure enjoyment, I present this delightful rendering of Joe Lieberman fucking a donkey (how symbolic)...



by the way, both from The Buffalo Beast... (not that I haven't served them well... but just in case (my own drawings of Liebermann fucking a donkey and not as skilled, but much more detailed...)

As I've said before, electing Obama would do a lot to restore our world cred... check out this montage of foreign response to his election, and then enjoy this montage representing the local front... good on us for finally making a better choice

The Beast is back!

Yup, it is that time of year again, when the Buffalo Beast unleashes its 50 Most Loathsome Americans of the Year. If you’re the type that gets upset when someone rags on someone you like, skip it… (it happens to me, but I get over it). There’s something in here to piss off everyone, but I always enjoy it…



And while you’re there, I suggest you check out a cruelly hilarious “interview” with Ken Ham, the yo yo who is curator of the Creationism Museum. Mean, but deservedly so…

Wii !!!

The great tax myth

Phew! I'm glad that it's over, but now we get to hear the rightwing pundits obsessively recast the shitpile Bush lft behind for us as the "Obama Recession." The nerve, but I expect nothing more from the lot of them. Now, on to taxes...

Recently, the common wisdom is that to stimulate the economy, you must cut taxes. The wisdom continues with "Why will the rich produce more if they are, like in most of the first 2/3 of the last century, paying 80% or even greater than 90% in taxes?"

Well, the numbers say otherwise. I suggest you read this blog entry from Larry Beinhart (of Wag the Dog fame). The bottom line is that when we put stiflingly high taxes on high incomes and profits, profits tend to be revinvested into the companies that made them. When the opposite is true and taxes on super high profits are low, rich folks start wondering what to do with all those piles of cash. So, they end up throwing money into bad investments (e.g., Ponzi schemes or houses in Florida) and such, which leads to a bubble, which grows and grows until it pops! (sound familiar?

This makes me worry about Obama's recent talk about tax cuts. And don't think democrats will easily raise taxes the rich.

Once again, be sure to check Beinhart's post out.

Finally, we can move on from this really long 8 years of embarrassment...

Another Ho Hum year goes buy...

Okay, okay, poor Ho Hum has been sorely neglected, but I needed a rest after finally realizing that the republicans didn’t steal another election. Has my faith in my fellow countrymen been fully restored? Of course not, but it has been soothed… so that’s it for politics, as I still haven’t recovered from the burn out. Now time for some Ho Hum ranting.

Let’s talk about cell phones. I just recently got one… well, technically, sort of… it’s a Tracfone, so it’s still like not having one. It is not on all of the time and people can’t expect to reach me on it unless I tell them too. In fact, if it starts ringing in a coat pocket, I go into an instant hissy—reminiscent of Jerry Lewis shtick—trying to find which pocket it is in and franticly hitting buttons to end the incessant ringing. Historically, I was ahead of the curve of technology, but I always had a resistance to cell phones. The main reason? They bring out the dipshit in otherwise normal people and they exaggerate the dipshittedness of baseline dipshits. Let’s take driving. In the past when I would get behind a driver going 24mph in a 25mph zone, or worse, when I would get behind two drivers exhibiting this behavior abreast on a two lane road (argh!), and would get a glimpse of the driver, I would almost always see an old person or a Mom. Lately, though, it is middle aged or even younger guys. And, though some cellphoners probably feel pretty smackin’ hip talking while driving, they look like total yahoos, waving their hand off the wheel due to intense emotion and bobbing their irradiated heads to and fro like… dipshits. (check out this chic multitasker).

Snappy! There is nothing more annoying (and yet reassuring of one’s curmudgeonry) than to witness idiotic driving only then to see that the asshole was on the phone. And since getting the tracfone, I fully know why. I’ve tried dialing it and talking on it while driving, and what does it make me? A dangerous dipshit! Of course, I could go on… so I will.

When classes let out here in our fine college town and the coeds scamper from class to class, I’d guess 2 out of every 3 of them are on their cells. Now, just what the fuck could they possibly have to say and who the hell wants to hear it? In my college days, I used to use this time to muse about the class, watch the ducks (or even better, ducklings) float by on the river, examine the absolutely hot women all around me (an Iowa City specialty), or just veg out. I rarely, if ever wanted to call a buddy and say “What’s up? I just got out of class and I’m walking to my next class. I hope that news didn’t make you shit yourself with excitement!” To make things worse, these kids (there it is, I’m now officially old) will be so into their vapid exchanges that they will readily walk into the path of 2 tons of moving steel, then when I resist the temptation to pop the offender up on my hood for a quick exchange with my windshield and instead slam on my breaks, I get sneered at. Or lets take the dweeb who is so into his text message (WTF is the point of texting? Ain’t that a waste of technology?) that he walks at 0.5mph through a crosswalk as a bus full of passengers waits to make a right turn. I’m amazed no one has died, but the “conversations” must go on.

Another cell phone dipshit is the person having a personal conversation in the aisle of a drug store that seems offended when you walk into the that aisle to buy an unmentionable that they were Bogarting in the first place. And lastly, I mention the old people in airports talking at 110 decibels about their hemorrhoid surgery for all to hear.

Okay, that is enough of that. Coming up soon, the year in review (ooohhhh!!!!).