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Oh dear god...keep Willard Scott away from the children.

While I'm not a fan of Charlton Heston's recent NRA or Republican leanings, I still admire him. He was still married to his first wife when he died. You never heard of his kids being in trouble. He seemed like a normal guy. He was a veteran. He supported for human rights. I dont' think there's a current movie star who can compare. RIP (and no you can't take your gun with you).

I understand that Charlton Heston was famous long before I was even a twinkle in my mother's eye, but like most of my generation and subsequent ones, I just remember him as the man who hosted an NRA convention in Columbine less than a year after the shootings. I don't doubt that he may have been a wonderful person in his personal life and my heart goes out to his family, but his recent public persona did not cover him in glory to say the least.

I'm amazed none of those little girls in the Willard Scott clip started crying on camera. Way to ruin my fond memories of the cherry blossoms in DC by acting like one of my crazy drunk great uncles. Ick.

I couldn't watch the Oprah clip. I already know about puppy mills and don't need anything to cry about today.

Our two cats are offspring from an indoor cat that snuck out for a night on the town (neuter those cats folks! It makes them live longer too!). My mother has a cat that is a former show cat; he had lived 2.5 years in a cage (a large one, but still). He had no idea what things like couches where, and it took him a while to learn to NOT jump INTO the trash can, or sink, or dishwasher.

We did buy one cat from a pet store. He was at the end of his expiration date, no longer being a kitten. We loved him, but he was definitely mentally lacking. Also, he's the only pet I've ever had that had OCD.

OK--I bought the Frosted Flakes Gold. I admit, I succumbed to the shiny package and the deep discount. However, kids said they were shit and I threw them away.

Willard is old and crazy.

Pet Peeves, too many to list.

Here's a shout-out to 'Pink. Get better, baby!

Oh, and I know most of the people around here aren't religious, but I am. It's ok, I'll pray and do the heavy lifting for Alambapink.

Haha, I wonder if I just exploded anyone's head? Insolence is a dish best served with self-aware sarcasm.

Stacy - just make sure you pray to Godtopus, 'Pink will appreciate the zen of it all.

I'll pray to every deity I've ever heard of, cephalopod or otherwise, if it gets Our Lady Pink better.

Believing in gun rights doesn't make you crazy, though I readily admit that the Columbine NRA meeting was ignorant and insensitive at best.
I loved what Chez shared. I'll remember the man as an iconic actor and as a great supporter of human rights.
Also, not part of the cool kids club here, so she has no idea who I am, but I hope Alabamapink gets better and soon.

Must there be hateration for Ruby Tuesdays? Their New Orleans Seafood entree is da fiya.

Several of my co-workers were clustered around the computer, looking for puppies on the Internet. When I suggested they get a pet from a shelter instead of (potentially) from a puppy mill, they just said "Oh no, we want this kind of dog." I really don't remember what breed they were looking for; I just remember seeing pictures of cute, little fluffball puppies. These are the kind of people who will pay big bucks for a designer dog, and then fail to follow through by failing to spay/neuter, get appropriate shots, and keep the animal indoors or appropriately fenced. As much as these people might love St. Oprah, they won't listen to her or pay attention to her show on puppy mills. Some people just can't be taught.

And for the record, all my pets have come from shelters, or were former strays.

My pick for gimmicky sitcom cameos was Stevie Wonder on the "Cosby Show."

serena I'm from a hunting area and have handled a shot gun myself, I've got no qualms with gun rights for the most part. When you start talking about the "right" of the average citizen to buy assault weapons of the variety designed specifically for killing the most amount of people in the least amount of time, I start to raise my eyebrow a bit. The NRA just goes too far, in my opinion, not least because of that meeting.

And I forgot to say that my lapsed Catholic prayers are with AlabamaPink. The sentiment's there, even if it's a little rusty.

When they get right up behind me in line like that, I just turn so my face is three inches from theirs. Just look them right in the eye, move my big man-belly up into their chest. You want to get close pal? How about my hot steamy coffee breath? That close enough? I think I may have a chubby from the hot checkout girl too; how does that feel under your chin? (It's not that I'm hung like Paul Bunyan (I am); it's that they're usually four feet tall.) (And I'm hung like Paul Bunyan.)

Please get well, 'bama. [sniff]

I once had a guy who stood really close behind me and TOUCHED and picked up everything as it went by to be scanned. Then he just stared at my face from one foot away (it felt like 2 inches away). The check stand lady and I gave each other a glance, and as I booked it out of there I saw that she dropped his one item on the floor and was slowly looking for it. It was the first time in my life I've ever resorted to the whole "call your friend on your cell phone with the intention of having someone there to yell to if something happens". Then again, that's what all the martial arts classes were for too.

1- Hate, hate, HATE personal space invaders, especially in grocery store lines. Though I find it really makes a difference if you "accidentally" stomp on their foot or swing your bag into their lower abdomen. Then, among profuse apologies, remind them that this is why they shouldn't stand too close to strangers- the person could always turn out to be a dangerous clutz (or in my case, wrathful Dragon Lady).

2- Please get well soon, Manda! I'll pray to every god I've heard of, then maybe invent a few just for you.

I gotta admit, I've never been a fan of Heston. I just don't see why everyone gets a boner over his acting.

Every Heston performance I've ever seen can be summed up like this:

"Hello. Look at me. I'm... acting! I. am a great. actor. I. AM. THE BEST. ACTOR. OF ALLLL TIIIIIIIIIIME!"

With big white teeth shining through that grimace.

Oh it's not for everybody, and he can certainly go over the top and get silly almost to the point of winking, but personally I enjoy his "I'm gonna manly the HELL outta this" style.

Also one of Space Ghost's best guests ever.

FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS!

*crack* *eeeew*

thank you, Judah Ben Hur, I'll be taking that Beretta...*craaaack* eeeewww

Frosted Flakes Gold cost nearly $7? Seriously? For that price, I want more than all day energy. The cereal needs to make coffee for me in the morning, and it needs to clean its own bowl. It should boost my metabolism so far that I need to eat a pint of Phish Food every night just to maintain a size 2. I should be able to run a 3 minute mile after eating it, and it should enable me to have orgasms simply by blinking. Anything less than that and it's a colossal waste of money.

*returns to kitchen to finish making banana bread with super yumtastic healing powers for AlabamaPink*

Pried from your cold dead hands indeed.

Fuck you, Pookie.

Fuck...you.

asshole

Best wishes being frantically sent 'Bama's way. Get well quick girlie, the internet is less fun without you!

I've learned everything I need to know about puppy mills from my veterinarian wife. I believe we long ago established that most of our esteemed readers are pretty sharp cookies when it comes to this stuff, but just in case: I have no real objection to buying from a breeder - just do your research and find a reputable one. BUT, that said, it seems silly to spend $1,000+ on a purebred when there are thousands of wonderful, adorable doggies at your shelter.

The truth is: they'll either find a home with you, or they'll end up dead. I'm just sayin'.

Also, I believe I am contractually obligated to celebrate the cuteness/hotness that is Maggie Gyllenhaal.

Sweet mercy.

Also, I believe I am contractually obligated to celebrate the cuteness/hotness that is Maggie Gyllenhaal.

Teek (and others in love with brisk, heart-shaped faced, big-eyed women):

If you celebrate MG, you gotta check out Sylvia Sidney in her youth. I just saw Fury the other day and I swear I could spread that woman on a cracker. Gobsmacking wonderful.

http://www.sports-photos.com/catalog/images/SylviaSidney.tif.jpg

Quoting a Pet Peeve from the KSK site:

Answering the question "What do you want to do?" with "I don't know, what do you want to do?

Just reading this gets my blood pressure up. I realize it's an attempt at politeness, but for fuck's sake - make a goddamned decision. If I don't want to do it, I'll say so, and we can further discuss it. If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked, you vacillating idiot. There's no way a person can never have an opinion about what he or she wants to do. Stop trying to be well-liked and just be YOU. Grrrrr. Breathe, daphne.

Here's a question for the more liberal Pajibans: Just how was Charlton Heston's support for gun rights any different from his support for civil rights? He was one of the first Hollywood celebrities to march with Martin Luther King, and actually picketed segregated movie theaters showing his films. And as president of the Screen Actors Guild he defended the First Amendment every bit as passionately as he did the Second Amendment for the NRA.

And, unlike so many of the current crop of activist Hollywood types, he managed to express his political activism with dignity, class and style throughout. (Unlike, say, the lunatic rants of an Alec Baldwin or the malicious cheapshotting of a George Clooney.)

I'd say it wasn't so much Heston's politics that evolved and changed over the years, but Hollywood's. And as BWeaves pointed out, he practiced what he preached...

Personally - speaking as somebody who enjoys exercising both his First and Second Amendment rights - I hope they bury Chuck with the flintlock he wielded during his "From my cold, dead hands" speech...and engrave "NOT EVEN THEN" on his tombstone.

Godspeed, Mr. Heston, and thanks for the memories. And the classy example you set for the rest of us, whatever our political leanings.

Oh, I'm so sorry BSlim, I had know intention of offending you on this day. I didn't know you were a fan of Mr. Heston. Please allow me this opportunity to apologize and to say......FUCK You and Charles!!!. That motherfucker had the nerve to organize a NRA rally following a tragic shooting of child by her classmate. I hope the worms are feasting on the gun loving douche bag.

Love always, P

Obama 8

At least Bslim had the decency to tell you to go fuck yourself without the passive-aggressive childishness you write. You must be so proud of how 'smart' you are with your, 'I'm so sorry Bslim...' That, for your information, Pookie, isn't clever. It's evidence of a weak and thin mind.

Perhaps when you become an adult you'll possess enough of a backbone to express yourself without the hipster charade.

Making guns illegal will certainly make them go away! Just like gambling, prostitution, and drugs.

I've never lost my money betting my hooker she'll cum first on a meth fueled bender after all...

I've never lost my money betting my hooker she'll cum first on a meth fueled bender after all...

Really? Cause the last time I tried that I ended up £350 poorer and strangely missing my travel card.

Well. This thread turned ugly in a hurry.

Ugh.

I'm out.

I'm gonna lean hard into this turn and try to get this thing back on track:

(a) I fostered dogs for several years for a local rescue agency, and the mutt I've raised since he was a pup is the result of an unwanted litter (my mother watched his mother get thrown from a moving vehicle. Unbeknownst to my mom, it was the dog's first heat and the neighbor's dog got her in trouble...don't worry, the daddy stuck around afterwards.)
Purebreds end up euthanized at the pound all the time because the problem is cyclical: snobs don't look at the pound becuase they think the money validates the breed, they haven't researched the breed because they just want the look, they realize the breed is too much to handle (JRT's are spastic? really? the "terrier" part didn't give it away?), and then they drop it off at the pound. Lather, rinse, repeat.
And don't even get me started on the myriad health problems that begin sprouting up when a breed's family tree has no branches...

(b)Charlton Heston was a complicated man who was passionate about what he believed in, and while many may fault him for what those beliefs were (and the timing of one ill-advised stand in particular), in the end he probably did more good than harm, and his life came to an end with more people who loved him than not. That's all any of us can hope for.

This was written pre-coffee, so be accordingly gentle.

Adding one more set of well-wishes for our AlabamaPink. I hope we see you back here soon, missy; we need your beautiful calming influence around here, it seems!!

Cheers to adopting shelter babies. I've adopted 2 grown kitties from the local SPCA, both incredibly sweet-natured critters. My other kitty came from a well-meaning but frankly kind of dumb aunt who neuters her boy kitties 'cause it's cheaper, but can't afford to spay the females. Oh, and did I mention THEY'RE OUTDOOR CATS?!! Argh, it drives me mental.

Oh, and I also have a "secondhand" turtle (someone's kids got sick of her), with tons of personality...you know, for a reptile....

Missed this the first couple of passes. This lapsed Catholic is going to send prayers straight to the BVM that our 'Bama is back and raring to go.

(Yeah, I pray.)

My first thought when i heard Heston died: "I guess we can take his gun now."

OK, not to change the subject, but...
there have been two recent references to Pan's Labyrinth (and I am still having nightmares about that eyeless guy, so thanks for reminding me of that. And no, I won't make a Sharon Stone joke, because she is AWESOME!) and I have to ask if anyone out there has read The Book of Lost Things? I have been hoping and praying that del Toro maked the movie of this haunting book, but I think it might be waaaaaay too similar to Pan's Labyrinth. Anyone else?

Lastly, Alabama Pink- may the inky healing powers of Godtopus radiate upon you. If that isn't working, try Frosted Flakes Gold- I hear they give you extra energy. To your health, my cosmic-friend-of-the-interwebs.

Honestly, Pookie?
I find it interesting that you have no answer for Wes S., who has articulated exactly why I will forever respect the man.
Oh, and you're also a jackass.

Couldn't help but notice on the Sitcom Guest Appearances section that Cher on Will & Grace wasn't mentioned. Boo. Also, I think Bruce Willis should have gotten way more mention than Brad Pitt from appearances on Friends. He's butter...

Heart problems, AlabamaPink? Here, take mine.