Some things are awesome just because they are

We’re sportin’ snorkin’ something fierce, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers

Former KC and the Sunshine Band co-founder, Richard Finch, was arrested for having sex with an underage boy. Now he is going to prison to be in the KC Where the Sun Don’t Shine band.


Sarah Palin is getting her own reality show. I believe it’s called “Tuesday with MILF.”


The makers of a feminine hygiene product, Mooncup, have signed Amy Winehouse in a campaign to encourage better vagina hygiene. Because when you think of Amy Winehouse, you think: that girl has one spiffy who-ha.



Sarah Palin is getting a reality show on the Learning Channel. Not to be mean, but isn’t Sarah Palin getting a show on The Learning Channel like Lou Dobbs getting a show on Telemundo?



Sarah Palin is getting a reality show on the Learning Channel. Not to be mean, but isn’t Sarah Palin getting a show on The Learning Channel like Dick Cheney getting a show on Comedy Central?


Former KC and the Sunshine Band member, Richard Finch, was arrested for having sex with an underage boy. Why is anybody surprised by this? Their top hits where “Shake Your Booty” “Get Down Tonight” and most disturbing of all, “Rock Your Baby.”



First Sixties TV star to go was Peter Graves. Then it was Fess Parker and now Robert Culp. William Shatner must be so relieved he is Shatnering himself.



Sarah Palin is getting a reality show on the Learning Channel. The timing is lucky, Sarah was shopping for a reality show for a long time and if she didn’t get one soon she was going to send her grandson Tripp up in a weather balloon.



Sarah Palin is getting a reality show on the Learning Channel. Not to be mean, but isn’t Sarah Palin getting a show on The Learning Channel like Paris Hilton getting a show on The History Channel?



Since you asked:

You have heard me attempt to wax poetic over my relatively new gas grill, which I failed to give a proper nickname. They say a ship without a name is bad luck. Well, I am here to tell you first hand, a grill without a nickname is terrible luck.

When my new gas grill went into our new barbeque island over a year ago, I was so excited I forget to officially name the grill. Her predecessor was Blazin’ Betty. Ah, but the 38 inch super Grand Turbo has three gas panels plus two infrared searing panels that get up to 1,000 degrees, as well as a back wall infrared panel for the rotisserie, har, har, har, har. (Pounding chest, ala Tim Allen)

But I forgot to officially name her.

A week ago I was warming it up for those awesome Trader Joe flat iron steaks marinated in a chipotle sauce, when I smelled something awfully untoward coming from the grill. When I got outside, the flames were halfway to the top of the island’s trellis. It looked like a fighter jet going down after being hit by a missile.

The entire electrical wiring shorted out fueled by the gas to burn out of control. Two fire extinguishers and several wet towels and fifteen minutes later it was under control. In retrospect I probably should have just called the fire department, but my thinking at the time was save the grill.

When the guys from Barbeque Galore came out to inspect it, it looked like the USS Arizona on December 8th. The searing panels that are made to get up to 1,000 degrees? Destroyed. All the wiring was scorched, even the big round control knobs popped off like big slow bullets.

And yes, they are going to replace it.