Weblog Sin Pies

By Charley Daniels

It was a slow weekend for news. It was also a slow weekend for brain activity here at Weblog Sin Pies. Probaby the tryptophan. Or the cranial hematoma.

Cool weather creeped in over the last few days, prompting many a “brrrrrrr” and even some premature flip-flop storage. What a pain! That’s right, it dipped into the low 60s and even high 50s in L.A., and you know what that means: It’s time to start thinking about tax season.

Ha ha! Just kidding. It’s time to start thinking about winter sports season, which is already started, is coming right up, has just ended, or is about halfway over, depending on your location in the world. Don’t break a leg this year! Again!

Hey, have you checked out the sponsor links at the top of the page? If you like comics, you may want to give them a try. Many of the advertisers on Project Wonderful are online comics. They’re not all great, but there’s something for everyone, no doubt. I don’t make any money when you click through, by the way, so this isn’t just a shameless way to score some cash.

Speaking of pointless endeavors, vote Libertarian in 2008 because this is News and Aaahs for Nov. 26!

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Illustrating exactly how slow the weekend was in terms of current events, Kramer’s racist rampage managed to stay near the top of the headlines. Michael Richards went on Jesse Jackson’s radio show to try to explain himself. He feels real bad; he doesn’t know what came over him, etc. Meanwhile, the targets of the tirade want a personal apology. Some sort of monetary compensation might even be necessary to heal the wounds completely.

‘It is not enough to go on television and say “I’m sorry,”’ Allred said. ‘We are issuing a challenge to Michael Richards.’

I’m sure that the complainants are going to ask Richards to donate money to the NAACP or a similar organization. I mean, right?

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A poem by me, circa 2000:

You twirl round through each little space,
holding steadier than leather, satin, or lace.

Yet you bend to fit each subtle contour.
It’s awesome to know you’re whom I was meant for.

The only thing is, you’ll rust in the weather
because you’re the spiral that holds my notebook together.

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Just because I spent the weekend without a care in the world doesn’t mean I wasn’t discovering interesting new tidbits, such as the existence of Screeched, the Dustin Diamond sex video.

It was an interesting tidbit, though not really surprising at all. Were you surprised? Diamond was Screech on Saved by the Bell, in case you don’t know. And his latest endeavor isn’t so great, according to the review. How about now — surprised yet? I know you’re still curious, so follow that link with caution if you’re at work, though those looking to catch a glimpse of the little man’s little man will be mercifully disappointed.

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Kathryn Johnston was killed in a shootout with police when narcotics officers attempted to serve a warranted and she opend fire, injuring three of the them. By the way, she was 92.

Authorities said the agents got a search warrant for her home after buying drugs from a man there that afternoon. Police said the plainclothes agents identified themselves, but when they knocked down Johnston’s door, she opened fire and injured three of the officers.

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Johnston’s neighbors and relatives have called the raid a case of mistaken identity. Her niece said there were no drugs in the home.

Now, I’m not a police sympathizer by any means, but come on. Drugs or not, she did shoot three people. I don’t think anyone deserves to be killed, but have you ever tried arguing with a really old lady?

Or when someone is shooting at you do you attempt to figure out how old he or she is before you defend yourself in some way? I certainly do, for I am the armchair enforcer!

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Have a swift five-day week, if you can, and be sure to pick up that expensive X-mas present that someone you know is just dying for. After all, if you can’t express your holiday spirit through commerce, well, how the hell else can you express it?