The Taste of Workohol

I'm back in Lancaster, OH once again, leading several crews in an exploratory excavation that netted a giant hearth feature (fittingly found before I arrived). And of course on top of that function, I'm also performing my office duties in my hotel room after hours. While at least some of my friends have a taste for the demon workohol (*cough* Laurid *cough*), I've never partaken willingly. I'm going to try to pound out the balance of the outstanding record keeping this evening at the local Starbucks, as my hotel room is morphing into my idea of solitary confinement.

It Drenches Us in Our Clothes

I can't really say thanks enough to my Dad, Mom, Pete, Jennifer, and Ray for spending the weekend in Baltimore and putting up drywall on my living room that would've taken me weeks to do myself. It looks marvelous, and actually, finally gives a sense of what the place will look like when we're relaxing and finally, finally finished with the whole ordeal. Thank you thank you thank you!

Two Words

Morrissey's ass.

His latest song/video is here. Pretty good; still sounding very Ringleadery.

Obamarama

Bigger version at Dipdive.com. I haven't been this enraptured since I saw that Coke marketing video at the bottling plant in Hong Kong!

What She Said...

If you can stomach any more of it, here's Coulter backing up her insistence that she'll campaign for Hillary if McCain gets the Republican nomination. Even better than this being an unmistakable edict to "Just Give Up" to the far Right from its High Priestess, this might actually be the end of Anne Coulter altogether. Whether this is a publicity stunt or not, I can't see the bitter-enders getting behind Coulter again after such a shocking act of apostacy, any more than they'd get behind former Republican Arianna Huffington. Hell, maybe Coulter will start up her own populist news site.

Cheer or Vomit, Cheer or Vomit...?

In my weeks and weeks of being strung out on the sweet crack of election politics, this is by far the most disturbing (and possibly edifying) thing I've seen. BY FAR!

Either way, if this truly is how much reviled McCain is among the off-the-map right, this bodes VERY well for the Dems' chances in November. I've known a few liberals that have sworn off Hillary, and vow to take their vote elsewhere if she's the candidate (and perhaps feed Nader's ego yet again), but not with this degree of vitriol. If it's even possible for Anne Freakin' Coulter to squeeze these words out from between those thin lips of hers, then McCain is doomed.

Update: Cenk Uygur of the Young Turks web TV show brought this up possibility: Coulter is just trying to grab headlines by saying something outrageous. And he just might have a point.

LIGHTS!!!

Oh yeah, anybody else love the title of the new James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace, or that it's directed by Marc Forster, the guy behind Kite Runner and Monster's Ball?

Noel Coward: Mad Dogs & Englishmen

This was during his surprisingly lucrative Vegas days, where he fled when strapped for cash. I definitely want to come back in the next life as a temperamental, cocky, gay British guy.

(And I never did get to see the Noon-Day Gun, dammit.)

Uh oh.

From UrbanDictionary.com:

Murderland

A nickname for the state, Maryland. The hood places in MD are Baltimore City aka Bodymore, PG County, and some specific places in Mo County or other places. (mainly the DC area)

Tyree: "Yo im movin back to Murderland nigga!"
John: "oh forreal? where in Murdaland, B-more?"
Tyree: "Nah, Takoma Park."

Murderware!

Found this in a frou-frou antique shop north of Salisbury. Want your dinner plates to look like they arrived fresh from the scene of a chainsaw slaying?

Breakfast at the Clutter house! Awesome!