What's in a name???

I know I haven't been around much lately. I hope all is going well with you. It's been a busy week with napping and grooming. Karen has been cleaning out closets and working on a myriad of projects at home to make our house quite "buyer friendly".

I've been meaning to tell you guys about this for months. It's totally awesome:

In the 23rd U.S. Congressional District, better knows as Tom Delay's old stomping ground, ten Republicans candidates are vying for the opportunity to run against Democrat Nick Lampson in the November election.

This is not particularly newsworthy, as a kajillion other congressional districts across the United States are in the same position. However, the 23rd has one really cool candidate:

(Excuse the picture quality-- I had Karen take this picture using her cell phone in the rain. It's a bumper sticker on the back of a car parked outside Barnes and Noble.)


I have nothing against Mr. Manlove. I've never heard an inkling of anything good or bad about him (he used to be the mayor of a neighboring city near Karen's parents). However, he's running for congress with a last name that is instant fodder for The Daily Show.


Yes, I am aware of how adolescent it is for me to find this so funny. "Manlove" is a perfectly reasonable last name. I should accept Manlove and embrace him as a successful politician and businessman.


I can't help it; Manlove rocks.



If Mr. Manlove wins, he better steer clear of any and all scandals. Spitzer was bad enough. Can you imagine the same scenario with "Manlove"???


Can you imagine any scenario with Manlove in which headlines wouldn't be awesome?


If I keep saying "Manlove" do you think my Google hit number with make a significant jump???


Whatever


Other Issues:


Operation Chaos:


Is this real?


What is the point?


Should I be offended by this? I'm not-- truthfully, I think it's one of the funnier things I've heard in a while. Does that make me a horrible cat?


If Rush Limbaugh goes to jail for election tampering, inciting a riot, contributing to the delinquency of minors, insider trading, or anything else, I'd like to be his replacement on the radio. You, my readers, are in charge of taking care of this. Start making those phone calls.


Crazy Ministers


Anyone want to lay bets as to who released the tape?


I'm bored of this story. But I'm seeing no one making an attempt to trace the origin of the tape, which to me is far more interesting.


Once again, the idiot yahoo members of the media are totally getting it wrong.


Whatever



Karen is a TOOL



For many years, we've prided ourselves in the fact that we do not watch American Idol. Well, Karen did Wednesday night (was that Wednesday-- maybe it was Tuesday-- whatever).



At least we don't watch America's Next Top Model.



We do occasionally catch Meet the Kardashians though.



OK, we're just like every other crap for brains American. Get over it.



But that's not the point.



Anyway, one of the contestants sang Karen's favorite Police song: Every Breath You Take. This is fine except the singer totally didn't get the song. She got the beauty of it and the concept of consuming, overwhelming, I can't live without you, love. What she didn't get was this song is also about a freakin' stalker.



It's interesting how that song becomes lame without the haunting element. Ole Sting totally knows what he's doing.



If you'd like to go back to 1983, here's a link to the music video, from a time when Music Television was actually Music Television.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnejNGprm3I



Otherwise, I'm outa here. We got the end of preseason baseball to watch.



Go 'Stros