Squirrels Dancing To Michael Jackson.

Squirrel Queen is home.

It is a good day.

If you don’t listen to it all, your brain will explode.

I Like It

From Squirelly.

A Bee Gees Moment, But Squirrels

She‘s lost it.

Or maybe not.

You must remember she is the queen of the squrrels.

Yeah. life is about all this stuff.

Xanax wouldn’t even help. It’s a good groovy thing built on something that I can’t process.

Squirrels are nifty.

Squirrel Queen’s Legion Kicks Butt

For Squirrel Queen, as she prefers Miller Lite to Bud Light. Her legion of rodents are strong.

I am so easily amused.

My Day At Chez Coma

I go through this every day talking about politics. Every DAY I’m telling you.

Why?

Go here. You will understand a little better.

Funny Day

Ahh.

It’s a day of some oddities. I’d tell you about it, but as you know, in this day and age of government secrecy, some things have to remain secret.

So I’m sitting with Squirrel Queen, who’s been on a roll this week and if you haven’t gone over there you damn well should, watching Unbeatable Banzuke.

Yes, we have satellite in Hoots.

And here is a picture of a parrot. I have no idea why but it cheers me. And another one of a groundhog with a machine gun.

The Innertubes make me laugh.

Academy Awards With MST3K And Squirrel Queen

As you know, I’m not a fan of the Titanic movie that swept the Oscars and made most of my friends who did love it into weeping masses of romantic goo which is fine.

Where were the zombies?

But, I do love Mystery Science Theater 3000.

Squirrel Queen is liveblogging the events on champagne and Pringles over at her house just for the hell of it.

I leave you with MST3K explaining the Academy Awards and Titanic.

The Running Of The Squirrels

You know, I never remembered what company this commercial was for when I saw it originally for one of the Super Bowls.

For obvious reasons, I’m quite fond of it. Do not trust the Squirrel Queen as she will sic her squirrel legion on you.

Santa Tackles Chicken

I have no idea either but if you want eight seconds of your life taken from you that you will never get back, watch Santa tackle a Chicken.

Or go read a wonderful Christmas entry over at Squirrel Queens.

I’m always about options.

Squirrel Queen Must Never Leave Hooterville

Squirrel Queen can henceforth never leave Hooterville.

Once again, the darling leader of the rodent population got sick on a trip. I thought it was her being a lush, promptly made fun of her to any and everyone I could stop on the street only to realize, umm, she really was puny. I couldn’t help it. I’m really a bad person.

What does this mean?

Yup, that I got up yesterday morning, felt a bit odd and while driving to work, got “ill” on the side of the road as passerbys waved. And then, trying to keep the Mary Sunshine face on at work, got ill again. Driving home, yup, you guessed it.

Karma is a bitch.

SQ is banned from any further excursions as this happens more times than I’d like to count. Or, we need to get her some sort of traveling nurse to follow her around.

I’m over my purging although I still feel like Assy McAsshat, must go to work and plan for that lovely stress test tomorrow. Gu-reat.

The Destressification of Newscoma Tour 2007 is apparently on hiatus. Dammit.