
Tranny Get Your Truss.
I finished inFamous this morning. The PS3 game has been getting all sorts of positive recognition in the video game community, and after having played it, I can say I most definitely agree. You play Cole, a man who by "accident" receives superhuman abilities involving electricity. A "sandbox" style game, you use your powers for good evil depending on decisions you make throughout the game...decisions that may affect the storyline later on.
Without getting too Lillith Fair on anyone, I have had a blah weekend - week, actually now that I think about it - and for the life of me I can't figure out why. I have some theories.....Unparalleled in the history of American political corruption is the backwards collection of scoundrels, scallywags, hooligans, rascals and charlatans collectively known as the Louisiana State Legislature. So seeing a rapper blasting profane lyrics in their chamber is—Very funny!
How exactly this happened is still sort of unclear, but the gist of it is that the state decided to honor "Hurricane Chris," a Shreveport, Louisiana native, for all of his recent success by giving him the floor of the state House of Representatives for a few minutes, rather than say, naming a meaningless street after him or giving him the key to his home city or something.
I just finished the audiobook version of Artie Lang's Too Fat To Fish (which, yes I know, is not as enjoyable as actually reading, but it 1.) I used the book as something to listen to when I was out of podcasts, and 2.) you can't bit torrent a book.) and I have to say, it was an enjoyable listen. While it would probably help to be a fan of the Howard Stern Show, you don't necessarily have to in order to appreciate many of the stories that Lang shares, particularly about his childhood and teen years. In particular there is a chapter about his father taking him to the World Series as a child that was touching and gave some insight about the author and why he is...well, the way he is. It was disappointing to learn, halfway through the book, that Lang would no longer be reading the book (due to issues with his drug addictions) and had some of his friends take his place in the readings....I mean, you're sitting and reading, for God's sake...and it's not like you're reading a book in Latin...you're reading stuff YOU wrote....it just came off as lazy. But all in all, I would recommend this to anyone who enjoys autobiographies...
Eddie Cibrian is joining the cast of CSI: Miami next year. Is it just me, or is this guy the kiss of death for TV shows - I feel like once it is announced he is joining the cast of something full time, it gets cancelled not long after that. He's the Nancy Travis of the 2000s. (Nancy Travis...look her up, kids....)
I think this article sums up my feelings completely on the recent events of the last few days.
Taffy gets the giggles, Taylor gets insulted and Rodan gets two tickets to the hog show in Shrievport. It's another episode of Pod Is My Copilot
With both of my children gone for the week, you would assume that I would take advantage of sleeping in, a long lingering bike ride with Tank (who doesn't work on Monday's) or a little morning romp...









Two episodes in a week! We talk about Taffy's birthday, The "Big Boy" phenom, Gay Days, summer movies, and Taffy's grandmother's demands for cleanliness in Ohio.
So, I have my blogs and websites I got to daily (read: hourly), and one of them for the last few years has been dlisted.com. It's a gossip blog for the most part, and one that I went to after I got tired of Perez Hilton talking about Britney Spears all the time (I talked about not going to Perez Hilton WAAAAAY back in episode 1 of the show, I think - and no, I've never been back to the site since.) Anywho, I enjoyed dlisted for a long time, but I am starting to feel like it's all just the same thing every post. He's talking about the same 5 or 6 people (most of which I have little to no clue as to who they are or why anyone would care (Heidi and Spencer, anyone?) and uses the same three or four jokes or phrases, (peen, memaw/pepaw, Empress of Lucite in exquisite heels, etc.) It's getting a little old. 

