Now for the ethical debate: what's the difference between this happening naturally and if it happened through genetic manipulation in a lab? And more important, how do we splice in some cocoa genes to get natural low-fat chocolate milk?

Bleak dandy pacifists find guns, each other and love.

God got James Brown for Christmas.

Great dry tweed spy movie about the OSS and CIA.

I liked it better when it was called "Doc Hollywood."

I've set up a MySpace music site, posted a bunch of music on my own site, and will be playing live on the Dave and Chuck Show on December 31 from noon til 2pm, tune in to NatRadio.com here.

Wanted: Hemingway's corpse returned, any price.

 

Technically headlines, but based on real stories so hey:

 

Gorilla habitat advocate killed by poachers.

Same moral as Magnolia, not nearly as annoying.

 

True story.

 

Rachel: "Hey Betty, you really 'pulled an Elvis' on Friday."
Betty: "And by that do you mean I. . ."

 

Left the building.
Shot up the TV.
Cut a record at Sun for Momma's birthday.
Signed away half my life to the Colonel.
Got engaged to a 14-yr old from Germany.
Got Momma to make me a heap of fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches.
Joined the army and shaved my head.
Bought a plane and named it Lisa Marie.
Gave a Caddy to the valet.
Loved my Momma.
Got the G.I. Blues.
Walked a mile in my shoes.
Had a Blue Christmas.
Got all shook up.
Had a clambake.
Rocked-a-hula.
Had a hunka hunka burnin' love.
Rubbed me tender.
Banged Ann Margret.
Built a jungle in the living room.
Came back in '68.
Showered my entourage with drugs and trinkets.
Ate ribs til my sideburns hurt.
Bought a white ceramic monkey for the rumpus room.
Bought that jumpsuit with the rhinestone eagle I've been eyeing.
Learned kung fu and kicked ass. Kung Po!
Gave myself a handjob.
Sang gospel til dawn while alternately downing bennies and some kinda horse tranquilizer.
Porked up and forgot how to sing.
OD'ed on the throne with a cocktail of fourteen drugs chugging through my veins.
Faked my own death and got a job at Waffle House.
Tried to make the Ouija board spell "double order of ribs to go."

Sent off a big box of capes and jumpsuits to the Goodwill.

Was abducted by giant ants to a distant world where I played "Heartbreak Hotel" for their grieving queen.

Bled high-grade mayonnaise.

Posed for a Mexican painter with a penchant for velvet, and cried a single tear.

Buried my parents in the back yard.

 

Come on everybody, there have to be a million...

(Come on Everybody clip, from Viva Las Vegas)

 

As the Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin sought out and temporarily inconvenienced dangerous animals around the world. Steve was killed over the weekend after a stingray pulled out his still-beating heart and held it in front of him. I used to think stingrays were pretty cool. Now, not so much.

It's about fucking time. 

 

 

I wish this happened in your neighbourhood too. They set up a ring in a skatepark and went to town. Serious fun.

 

Folgers did, Folgers did. I had to watch it twice, but I don't think I can do a third. Not unless I wanna be looking around corners the rest of the day. I gotta live my life without fear man. Get me some freakin' Folgers.

http://www.boardsmag.com/screeningroom/commercials/2971/

(CBC) - The Rolling Stones may play a concert at Regina's Taylor Field on the Thanksgiving weekend, a report says.

"It seems almost a certainty," writer Gerry Krochak reported in the Regina Leader-Post on the weekend.

Krochak, a musical columnist for the Leader-Post, said there have been persistent rumours about a show that may be set for Oct. 7 or 8.

He said unnamed organizers from Regina and band officials "are working very hard to make this happen."

If the show is confirmed, there will be an official announcement in July, Krochak said.

I miss Wok With Yan. It just hit me, and I had to get that out. Thanks for being there.

 

 

Aw yuck, blah, gross, disgusting, awesome. It's a water fight, it's like something outta Predator, it's the gift that keeps on giving. It's a pearl necklace for all your friends.

 

 

If you're already prepping for 2007 in Brighton, England then this is old news. If not, then you're definitely in for a treat at the World Beard and Moustache Championships Home Page.  

 

 

 

It's a great weekend in Vancouver. As luck would have it, Brad's band played last night and put on a great set. If you're from these parts, go see 'em, they're playing again tonight.

 

Gabrielle Miller (aka Lacey from Corner Gas) dropped in after the show and was exceptionally cool. In person she's taller, but not as good an arm wrestler as you'd expect. For goodwill delivered, Gabe gets the nod for Employee of the Month.

 

 

Sniff.