Thursday, November 20, 2008

Perhaps I'm normal after all ...

Ha! I knew I wasn't imagining things: Jezebel has Rahm Emanuel as #2 on its Sexiest Everyday Men of 2008. And Santa Salsera validated my opinion on him as well. The rest of the Jezebel list is neither here nor there ... I don't even know who some of those guys are. (Hmm, I'm sure I've heard of that Barack guy somewhere ... what band is he in?)

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Sloth and silence

Things have been happening at Casa De Pants, as in almost six months after moving in I'm starting to make it look like I didn't just move in. I needed some motivation, and it came in the form of a few people planning to come over and eat Thanksgiving dinner at my house. It's not like I'm having a party (so don't be miffed that I didn't invite you, 'K?), but several dog agility friends and I decided to have Thanksgiving dinner together, and one of them suggested my place. I figured staying home would be far better than driving to Chatham County, the site of the other possible dinner venue, so I said sure. This way I can drink a lot of wine and not worry about driving my ass home.

(Normally I would be having Thanksgiving dinner at the Pants Mother's house in Myrtle Beach. But the Pants Mother called up and said "Do we have to go to all the bother of cooking Thanksgiving Dinner?" What?!?! Hell yeah I want Thanksgiving dinner! Damn, who doesn't want Thanksgiving dinner? Turns out that neither she nor my brother really cares about Thanksgiving dinner. So I told her I'd just stay here and eat turkey with my friends and then head down to her place on Friday. She was very satisfied with that arrangement.)

So anyway, I also bought a new sofa. Actually a used sofa, from Once & Again consignment shop on 15-501. I had thought I wanted a sleek modern-looking sofa, but nothing I found seemed at all like the kind of thing I'd want to collapse on to watch a day-long Mad Men marathon. Then I saw this big fat thing with all kinds of pillows and I knew it was the place where I wanted to be lazy. It will be delivered Saturday. My old sofa will go live in the dog room at my friend Sue's house. I can visit it anytime I want.

I'm also the proud owner of a new electric leaf blower. A .59-acre lot collects more leaves than I want to rake. Damn, if I'd just gone and had kids way back when, one of them would surely be old enough to clear the leaves off my lawn by now. Obviously I wasn't thinking ahead ...

Friday, November 07, 2008

I admire your efforts to make me take it all seriously

OK, I'll say it first. Rahm Emanuel is kinda hot. I especially like that he once told Tony Blair "Don't fuck it up." This is going to be fun.

UPDATE: Yes, yes, I KNOW Rahm Emanuel is a complete asshole ...

I apologize in advance to some dear friends ...

... but had I been drinking coffee this would have made me spit it all over my keyboard:


Obama Win Causes Obsessive Supporters To Realize How Empty Their Lives Are

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

They're both peppermint ...


they're both peppermint
Originally uploaded by bunchofpants.

For a return to traditional zombie values

This is way more important than your election: Simon Pegg reminds us that the undead do not run.
More significantly, the fast zombie is bereft of poetic subtlety. As monsters from the id, zombies win out over vampires and werewolves when it comes to the title of Most Potent Metaphorical Monster. Where their pointy-toothed cousins are all about sex and bestial savagery, the zombie trumps all by personifying our deepest fear: death. Zombies are our destiny writ large. Slow and steady in their approach, weak, clumsy, often absurd, the zombie relentlessly closes in, unstoppable, intractable.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Oh, is that what they're doing?

This is an actual headline from the Raleigh rag today:


Would someone please bring interesting back?