Overnight Open Thread – (genghis)

I know everyone’s still in mourning about yesterday’s grim events. Like all of you I was heartbroken over the tragic lack of kitteh’s in last night’s ONT, but we must soldier on in these dark times. It’s how Teddy would want things to be. So to make it up to you, I’ve posted several hundred kitten pics below the fold to cheer you up. From somewhere, Teddy is looking up and smiling upon us.

Not sure if this got posted recently (or at all), but it cannot be seen enough times. In this video clip from 1979 we see an exchange between a sheer genius and a blithering idiot as they discuss economics. I think it should be obvious to any impartial observer that Mr. Friedman was served his own head on a platter due to the eloquent and irrefutable arguments made by his opponent in this debate. Clearly this was a mismatch:

Clip courtesy of Dori Monson’s Olde Tyme Smooth & Groovin Radio Talk Show. (While there, be sure to view the mugshot of the guy who caught on fire after being tasered by cruel and heartless police officers. No laughing. Really, I mean it. I'm very serious about this.)

Meanwhile, I’m happy to present our new sister blog (like sister cities, except that we’re not cities) called Zug.com. Hopefully we’ll be able to maintain this relationship, at least as long as they continue cranking out useful articles such as The Cheap Booze Taste Test. Of course, once we've wrung them dry we have a nice warm spot for them under the AoS bus. Here's the scenario:

The economy might still be in shambles, but that doesn't change the fact that you've still got financial obligations to meet. You need a reliable car. You need comprehensive health insurance. You need to be able to get blind drunk, and you need it on the cheap.

That's where I and my panel of objective, dedicated judges come in. We're rating the best-tasting cheap booze across the three main branches of alcohol: beer, wine, and malt liquor. We'll taste for quality, but more importantly we'll rate for price.

The quest begins:

"Since we were tackling all three types of hooch at once, I took some time to acclimate myself to the store (which, sadly, frowned on my camera). The place smelled like a nursing home: cigarettes and stale urine. The fluorescent light accented the bags under everyone's eyes. While I stood at the door to the fridge eyeing my options, a line four deep formed behind me. "Oh, sorry guys, have at it," I said as I ducked aside. I tripped as I stepped on someone's two-year-old. I immediately apologized to the little guy. "He's fine," his obese mother/guardian/possible abductor told me. She handed him a few 40 oz bottles to carry, and they were off."

That's all you know and all you need to know. Go read the rest on your own. Below the fold is a veritable garden of kitteh delights awaiting you...

What, you were expecting kittehs down here? No, tonight we preview a potential new sponsor for the ONT, now that Remy Lace Wigs has bailed on us. We'd appreciate any feedback you care to leave in the comments:

That was also found at the aforementioned Dori's show blog.

And just because I feel like it:

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posted by xgenghisx at 09:45 PM

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