Oprah: A Prostitute. This Post: Wildly Unfocused.

I would like you all to start your day with the following tremendous piece of news which I saw in a grocery store a few days ago:

I knew it all along!!!

Now, this just goes to prove that no matter where any of us start out in life, we can become whatever we want.  Even if it is the head of a global brainwashing media empire.  I just wonder where she had the time to learn how to read so well (re: her book club) and manage so well while she was "turning tricks" as they say.

I guess the "Enquirer" got tired of all of the covers of "O" magazine featuring fantastic flattering pictures of Oprah.  We all could use a little break from your countenance once in a while, Oprah.  This isn't the rise of the Soviet Socialist Republic, and you aren't Stalin, so do we need your very best pictures plastered up everywhere we go?

I thank the Inquirer for their poignant and relieving front cover.

And speaking of flattering photos of people, here's one of me that is not at all flattering.  I was a lot chubbier, and I was indeed wearing my Boy Scout uniform.  This picture was taken on the day I received my "Eagle Scout" award, which is the highest rank for a Boy Scout.  My father was an Eagle Scout before me.  Kind of like Luke's father was a Jedi, before him.  

The rank of Eagle Scout is reserved only for those who have, essentially, Jedi skills in regards to camping, shooting weapons of various sorts, survival, hand to hand combat, international peacemaking, and watch repair.  They just didn't have a merit badge that taught us how to avoid having terrible pictures taken of us.  Please.  Make fun.

Isn't this sweet?

Some of you might look at this picture and say: "what a sweet nice looking boy". (Thanks, mom.)

Some of you might look at this picture and say: "I didn't know that they let fat children become Eagle Scouts....?"

Some of you might look at this picture and say: "it's no wonder that he spent the next few years after that making regular trips to jails, psych wards, detox clinics and the like!  This picture explains it all!"

Whatever you say, let me know, eh?

And now to the meat of this thing, and the reason this post is so brief and discordant.

I spent my blog writing time yesterday preparing a guest blog for the fantastic "Red Means Go!" blog.  I don't need to tell you anything else except to go take a look at it here.  I thought it turned out pretty good.  It is another one in which time travel is involved, and also an army of young women in poofy dresses armed with big machine guns.  Check it out.

 On a somewhat related note, I have been mentioned of late on a couple of other people's blogs.  I was humbled by this and figured I should link over to them so y'all could see what they said, if you were so inclined!

Random Ramblings mentions me here.
The Barreness mentions me here (in an article about using the f-word, of all things!).

Look for another post this evening containing the letter I am preparing that we can all send to the producers of "Toddlers & Tiaras" (if you don't know what I am talking about, see here, and the comments thread in particular).  I will post it tonight and take into account any changes you guys think we ought to make to it.

I am going to leave this post at that.  Let me know what you thought of the guest blog, and also your favorite soup dish.  Mine is definitely french onion, with the bread and the melted cheese on top.  Hot damn!  Or maybe it's this potato soup that my mom makes... it has Franks Red Hot in it.  One of those.

Love.