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From the Left
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Magazines and Journals
Various Weblogs and Pundits
Think Tanks
Vast Right Wing Conspiracy
Shrill Leftist Garbage


Saturday, October 28, 2006

Love song for the 21st Century 

The song "You're Beautiful" by British artist James Blunt is the perfect love song.

In many love songs, the "I" of the song is desperately beseeching Cupid (for some reason), making plans to do things, or something else equally futile/tiring. I cannot identify with behavior of this sort. What I can identify with, however, is staring at women while I am stoned on public transportation. Blunt has been the only one to dare to capture the love that dare not speak it's name.

Take these lines, for example:

Yes, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high

While I have never sought out the man who put the "bop" in the "bop sha-bop sha-bop"*, I have looked at boobs across a lightrail car after smoking weed. You may scoff at this love, but it lasts forever:

And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last 'till the end.

Whacking it while you think about the chick later is part of the whole affair I'm pretty sure, but it's not in the song. Not that that matters to me. I don't do that. Uh - Anyway, while this Blunt is not even the smallest bit gangster, something something something [insert joke here].


*Clicking on the wrong link on the internet once I did indeed see the man who put the ram in the ramma lamma ding dong. It was disgusting.

-Miguel Sanchez  09:54 EST | |

Friday, October 27, 2006

Anybody know any New York bar mambers [*cough cough**]? 

The New York bar might crack down on blogging lawyers.

"While you might not guess it from watching late night TV, advertisements by lawyers are regulated by a web of regulations intended to protect potential clients from deceptive claims in such ads. Generally, these rules require lawyers to submit their ads to a review board, often with a filing fee paid with each new advertisement. The New York bar has proposed new rules which would define blogging as advertising. Should these rules be enacted, any New York lawyer who blogs on any legal topic in New York would be required to submit any new blog post to the New York Bar for review."

via /.

-Ben  01:32 EST | |

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Guess who's never going to get Alzheimer's? 

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Good News! 

After painstaking research, I have come to a conclusion regarding what the single best piece of recorded music in human history is, and it is "I Love Livin' in the City" by Fear.

Thank you. Please go about your business.

-Miguel Sanchez  00:18 EST | |

Monday, October 23, 2006

If you have itunes or whatever that other thing DB uses 

You should look up the Ben Folds version of "Bitches Ain't Shit". It rocks.

Oh, Dr. Dre, you have never lied to me. Except for that thing about weed and brain damage.

-Miguel Sanchez  01:54 EST | |

Saturday, October 21, 2006


Kevin Tillman on what the U.S. has become, after becoming an Army Ranger with his brother, Pat.

-Lucky  14:39 EST | |

Wednesday, October 18, 2006


Sunday, October 15, 2006

Rep. John Murtha is a Good Man 

And says exactly what needs to be said about the Republican's scare tactics.

-Ziggy Stardust  13:47 EST | |

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Who, me? What?? 

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

I know what I'm getting mark for Christmas 

About us:

This weblog is an ongoing, if periodic, effort by several friends to stay in touch, in reading material, and in ideas.

Lucky Luciano is a former Italian Stallion real estate hustler and Benedict Arnold CEO turned shady lawyer-to-be. He lives in Denver.

Ben is a Paramedic and would-be philantropist who lives in Denver. He knows everything about nothing.

Fuzzy Dunlop lives in Manhattan. He is more than capable of standing up to the stresses of a high crime urban environment.

Jess is a teacher. But have YOU given her an apple? No, you haven't. You should be ashamed of yourself. This crazy feminist currently rests her copy of Awakening in Jersey City.

Matt is a pariah, iconoclast, and professor of gambling living in Oakland.

Miguel Sanchez is not Lionel Hutz.

Daddy Brooklyn lives in Brooklyn. He hates Republicans, though he wouldn't mind being ensconced in the landed elite of New York City.

Paul just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette.

Ziggy Stardust has no past.

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