Obamania

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The First of Many

Joe Biden is a real turd of a VP candidate, and I couldn't be more happy about it. All the video of Obama and him ripping each other over the Democratic nomination will be great fun, but this, and all of the other fun stuff we'll be seeing soon about him, is even better.

Somebody Pissed off God, Apparently

Why else would she get struck by lightning as she filmed a storm? Link from Pajiba.

What. The. Hell.

I don't even know how to describe this. Some links on the page are not work safe, probably, but the page itself is inoffensive. The video is extremely weird but interesting.

It Doesn't Get Much Sadder

I consider Theodore Dalrymple one of the best writers and thinkers in the world today, and this column of his is shocking, chilling, and dead right in a number of ways. As in most of his work, he manages to opine on moral decay in a non-preachy, even non-judgmental way. Read it and weep, it's nasty medicine but damn good for you.

Link from Instapundit.

I Think I'm in Love

Wow are these just beyond sexy. Especially number 5, I'd get medieval on that bizzlebazzle. Totally work safe.

Sweet Zoo Train Girl

I try not to call Sabrina a baby any more, because she's not. Anyone who can use the adult-sized lavatory by herself is a young lady. If in the future this is an embarrassing revelation that mortifies my sweet, wonderful daughter, sorry about that. And there's a lot more where that came from.

Intense Girl

Sabrina has many faces. This one wants ice cream.

Cool

Really.

Bathing Beauty

Darling Sabrina loves the pool at our new place. I haven't lived in an apartment for almost a decade, and I wasn't sure how it would be with a small child, but the place we ended up really works very nicely for us. No shady/loud/weird people around us, a great pool for Sabrina (and Deirdre and me, we swim every day and are really enjoying it, and the two hot tubs should come in handy as soon as it's not too hot to use them), and we don't have to maintain the yard in near-drought conditions, which is a relief.

Even Fred seems to like it better than the last place, although he had a large fenced yard there. That probably has something to do with the fact that we actually take him for walks here instead of just putting him out back in the yard like we used to, not to mention the presence of rabbits, deer and God knows what else around the grounds. We came across an enormous buck last night right before bedtime, and Fred took off after it as I got ready to run the other way. That thing was huge and it made a scary noise right before I saw it, and I've been reading a horror book called Terror about a giant demonic Polar bear that eats a bunch of Antarctic explorers in the 1800s. I was ready to sprint up the stairs and leave Fred to be eaten if need be. Sorry, Fred.