· Audience-participation time! See if you can figure out what sickened me the most about this story concerning legendary freakshow John Mark Karr:
John Mark Karr, who made what turned out to be bogus claims of killing Colorado child beauty queen JonBenet Ramsey, was jailed Saturday in a domestic argument at his father's house in suburban Atlanta.
Officers received an emergency call late Friday from the house about an argument between Karr, his girlfriend and his father, Sandy Springs Police Lt. Steve Rose said.
Got that? Confirmed child-buggerer John Mark Karr, who told everyone he raped and murdered JonBenet Ramsey apparently just for poops and giggles, has a girlfriend. And I don't. Help me out, readers -- pills? Drano cocktail? Garden hose from the tailpipe through the cracked sunroof? Your suggestions are always welcome.
· The Boeing 787 "Dreamliner" is here. And as big an advancement as this plane represents in terms of materials, fuel efficiency and various other technologies, the advancement that will be most readily apparent to actual passengers is probably in the area of interior design:
The mood lighting and soft curves in place of hard right angles might take some getting used to at first, but in the end I think even a "European disco" ambience will prove far preferable to "flying Greyhound." The 787 will make its first actual flight sometime in September, and will enter scheduled airline service in May or June of next year -- in plenty of time for a big marketing tie-in with the next "Transformers" movie, whenever that comes out.
· And there will be another "Transformers" movie -- actually two more, no doubt to the delight of everyone who went apeshit over the first movie that came out this past Tuesday. In this interview, Michael Bay says they're even exploring the possibility of a transforming aircraft carrier for one of those films. The reeking shitburgers that were "Armageddon" and "Bad Boys II" notwithstanding, I think Bay might turn out to be an OK guy after all.
· Still on the subject of airplanes, here's a tip for Clay Aiken: If you're flying coach from L.A. to Tulsa, Oklahoma, you're not a big enough star to be throwing your feet up on other people's armrests.
· Ah yes, more solid publicity coming out of my hometown of Columbus.
· I really don't have much additional comment on this -- I think I've made my point -- but man oh man, I never cease to be amazed at just what a huge pile of shit we've gotten ourselves into over there in the Middle East. It's getting to the point where I'm not sure any mortal human being can get us out of it. With that in mind, please let me know in the comments or via the e-mail address at top right whether you'd be interested in purchasing one of these. (I'm seriously thinking about having some printed.)