I can't stop wondering .... if Jim Halpert is worth $345.00 per pound....

There's only one reason to pay this much for a giant tuna... you were in a pissing contest with someone else and the Clipse were your lead negotiators.  I love sushi probably more than the next guy, but at that price, you could almost buy the Silverdome, in cash.

Clipse - Kind of Like a Big Deal

I can't stop wondering .... about the best way to control carbon emissions

From the gutter yesterday to the atmosphere today, since we do more than dick and fart jokes here (note: if you're only here for dick and fart jokes, 1) I don't begrudge you for it and 2) I promise a Ruins/Jersey Shore post will be forthcoming soon in addition to Mike having a post in the making about catching beats in the shower or by the time I finish this, having already posted it). Since studying for the bar this summer, I feel way less informed than I should, particularly with regard to health care and climate change proposals. Yesterday however, I came across this op-ed in the Times and was intrigued by the idea. For those too lazy to read it, the piece essentially bashes cap and trade and advocates for something he calls fee and dividend. Fee and dividend would impose a tax on all carbon emitting materials that are produced. The proceeds from that fee would then be given back to the consumer in the form of a rebate. Innovation would be spurred in the same manner as cap and trade (increased fossil fuel cost). I don't think the op-ed was particularly well written or argued, but the idea made inherent sense to me. In looking up more about the idea, I came across Paul Krugman's take on it, who it should be noted has been advocating for cap and trade since day one. Being a nobel prize winner and all, Krugman makes some decent points and I found myself being swayed by parts of his argument.

We can't stop wondering ....

if it happened to Tiger, do any of us stand a chance? I mean seriously, if a man, that disciplined, with a wife that hot, with that kind of family in place and two children, can't keep his hands off of some nice nice, than what chance do a couple of schmohawks like Mike and I have? Granted, I probably haven't even dreamt about the random ass that gets thrown upon him everywhere he goes, but still, it shakes me a bit to think that despite everything he had, he couldn't control the urge to go on the prowl for strange.

Another thing that shakes me is how stupid he was in going about it. Despite celebrity infidelity becoming more and more common, they seem to get dumber and dumber in how they go about it. Text messages and voicemails? Really? Next thing we're going to learn is that she has a sex tape of him where he's screaming "Call me the Cheetah, bitch." Once again, the world would be better off it had one more Wire fanatic. It's been well documented that women are insane - of course she was going to keep every record of any interaction she had with him. Apparently, he didn't take this into account, and because of it, had to live through this.

I'd also like to extend a little Can't Stop, Won't stop hatred in his direction. Thanks to Tiger, every woman on the planet is going to be crowing about how awful men are and how none of them can be trusted once again. While men may have a monopoly on public infidelity, in the lives of me and my friends (and my boy Rhymefest), women seem to have that title. Because the only people in the public spotlight who seem to get caught are men, the larger point is obscured: the X-Files had it right, Trust No One. So Tiger, for once again giving women the moral high ground when it's clear we both are below sea level, and for making Phil Mickelson look like a decent guy, you're now dead to us.
Rhymefest - All Girls Cheat

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I can't stop wondering .... who is less intimidating than Coolio

Sadly, DMX's mixed martial arts debut has been put on hold. So out of all the washed up rap stars, the promoters chose... Coolio as his replacement? As much as I owe my current culinary skill to his Emmy quality cooking show (see below), it got me thinking, is there a less intimidating rap star to be pitted against in a cage fight? He's 56 f'ing years old, is rail thin and has shit locks for hair. Having said that (Curb anyone?), in his prime he at least had a little size. I think the President of the "rappers I'd be least scared to fight" would have to be Flava Flav. He clearly isn't all together, can't be much taller than me and would be weighed down by all the flair he wears. That, and I'm sure years with Bridget Nielsen has left him physically and emotionally weakened. Other members of the club include MC Hammer (same logic as Coolio), Jermaine Dupri (what is he, like 5'2"?), Nelly (presuming he didn't have the St. Lunatics in his corner), Kanye ("Don't touch the face"), and Pharell (aside from the name of his group, he's just too pretty). I didn't include Asher Roth, because he's a no-talent ass-clown and I refuse to recognize him as a rapper. Also left off the list are all of the Lil's because, well, none of them are intimidating and most are fucking kids. Who else do you think should be the president or member of the club?

I can't stop wondering ..... Who is going to lead the defense against the war on the middle class....

now that Lou Dobbs is gone? The middle class just lost its General Patton, or General McClellan, I'm not sure which.  Now that he's gone, who is going to hate on immigration more than Silky Johnson hates on Rosie O'Donnell?  And who's going to carry the banner in mainstream media for the lunatics still contesting Obama's citizenship?  As his boys from the South would say, "Buena suerte, y vete con viento fresco."  I can only hope this is some play to start a presidential bid in 2012, or a move to get out in advance of a love affair with an illegal alien.