placenta stretch

My mom just left (she was the visitor we were scrubbing toilets for on Friday), and I’ve got tons of shit I need to work on, like my Peter Falk interview for the Ann Arbor Paper, this month’s My Life in Ypsi cartoon, and the record cover for the soon-to-be-released Monkey Power Trio record, “Spiders in the Blood Supply”… so I may not be blogging much tonight. Sorry about that… Here, instead, are just a few quick links without too much in the way of exposition.

This wasn’t a particularly good week for the truth. First there was word that the White House had altered the official transcript of Press Secretary Scott McClellan’s response to a question concerning the outing of Valerie Plame from, “That’s accurate,” to, “I don’t think that’s accurate.” And, then there was this footage of Dick Cheney as he set out to un-correct the record with regard to what he’d said about a tie between Saddam and the 9/11 terrorists in the run-up to the war. And, as if that weren’t enough for one week, the Republicans found someone to claim that Joe Wilson had publicly outed his wife as a CIA agent five times. (The person making the claim has, upon being confronted with several inconsistencies in his story, given it some more thought, and now claims that Wilson only outed his wife to him once.) On our side of the aisle, however, you’ll be happy to know that we’re doing a much better job of talking about the issues, and doing so truthfully. In evidence of this, I give you three examples. First, John Edwards is finally acknowledging the fact that he was wrong to vote with the President on the war in Iraq. Second, Barack Obama came across as one hell of a bright and likeable guy on the Daily Show. And, third, Howard Dean did a great job of framing the issues on Meet the Press this morning. (Video of Dean’s segment can be found at Bradblog.) And, since we touched on the subject of television, it looks as though Arrested Development is on the chopping block once again. I don’t know how many times rabid fans can bring a series back from the dead, but if you’d like to pitch in, you can sign a petition here… I really have to get back to work now.

Oh, but first, here’s a photo I just downloaded from my cell phone. This is one of Clementine’s dolls. His name is Mr. Toothbrush Leg. (As for the title of this post, “Placenta Stretch,” it comes from the subject line of a spam email that I just received. I think it was about designer watches.)