remixing vintage pulp fiction art as commentary about our mixed-up world
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When I paid $3.29 for gas this week and saw the news about the two factions in Iraq fighting over their split in oil revenues, I had to wonder about, oh you know what about.
Dueling Dunces. Now that the reality show Fear Factor long gone we thought we should comment on how it humiliated its idiot competitors .

We're already bracing for the conventions next year, especially the Republican luau here in Minneapolis where I'm sure there will be a fight in many households about the remote control and the parade of guys there.
Monday
Please Confirm the Death of Mullets. I was beginning to worry over the last few years that the mullet was creeping back onto the heads of creeps. But now I think it's been a few months since I spotted this species.
Saturday
Hooked On TV Remodeling Speed. According to USA Today, now that TV remodeling programs show amazing transformations in only 30 minutes, many homeowners now yearn for quicker makeovers in their own homes. Link.
Sunday
Isn't it a bit creepy that the entire food industry is falling all over itself to roll out Atkins diet friendly foods, displaying no shame at all about foisting low fat foods on us over the last decade by pumping these low-fat items full of carbs.
Tuesday
Why does he continue to bury himself with stupid behavior that will surely put a nail in the coffin of his career? Maybe because he just needs global attention of any form.
Monday
Are American companies moving too quickly to profit from Iraqi rebuilding? Maybe when interior designers in fushia chemical suits move in to decorate the hole in the affluent neighborhood that might be burying Saddamnit.
Wednesday
Now that school is back in session, I once again have to shake my head constantly in amazement that school lunch rooms have been invaded by the fast food and beverage giants.
Saturday
Why is Erin worming her way into our lives now that the TV show For Love or Money 2 features her having dumped one poor sap and now getting 15 dolts all lathered up. She is The Thing that just won't leave our TVs.
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Doesn't it seem like every public john these days is under seige? Names of the cleaning crew on left are: Slo Mop Sue, Scrub-A-Dub Sam, and TP Refilling Freak.
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Joe Millionaire. All you could do is snort in disgust at a chap whom Dave Barry says "has the IQ of a lawn ornament. Watch for Joe to return as the supposed heir to the emperor's throne in Hong Kong, and attract more dim bulb women like Melissa. The pride of Coon Rapids, Minn., Melissa told Joe she wanted to be a 'mercenary' and 'bathe the children'.
Thursday
Some organic foods and supplements probably work, but trying to tango through all the choices to weed out the wacky ones is tough.
Tuesday
Man's thumbs need a new kind of exercise.
He's probably 16 and looks like this chap. Some crack nerd hacker has been messing with me for a couple of years. Our terrors now extend to pimply-faced reprobates still under the care of their mommies.
Monday
Please tell me it's not so. I read that a TV show has a bachelor writing and reciting love poems to a batchelorette as a way to win her heart on national TV.
Let me just say I'm glad I never sipped the grape juice.
