Send in the clowns…

11 March 2009

Brevi is no more.

I'll help you, Brevi!

I'll help you, Brevi!

Perhaps I jumped the gun with the celebrity nickname hybrid. But the verdict is in: the Palin-Johnston (Shotgun) marriage hasn’t happened, and the couple has reportedly split up. As if we didn’t see it coming.

Normally, I’d include bits and pieces of the article in my post, followed by my usual snarky observations. But for Comedy’s sake, I have to reproduce the entire story. There are just too many LOLS!

From HuffPost:

“Gov. Sarah Palin’s office on Wednesday refused to comment on a report that Palin’s daughter Bristol Palin had broken off her engagement with fiancé Levi Johnston.

According to Star magazine, 18-year-old Bristol Palin and Johnston are no longer together:

Now’s Levi’s sister, Mercede is telling all exclusively to Star and the picture she paints of life in Wasilla, Alaska is not a pretty one. Bristol, 18, has virtually cut Levi out of the life of their two-month-old son Tripp.”Levi tries to visit Tripp every single day, but Bristol makes it nearly impossible. She tells him he can’t take the baby to our house because she doesn’t want him around ‘white trash’!” Bristol won’t even allow him to watch the baby for a few hours — unless he’s babysitting!

Mercede also told Star: “Bristol’s just crazy. That’s the nicest way I can put it. She and Levi actually broke up a while ago!”

“That’s not state business,” Abbey Bulawa, an aide to Gov. Palin, told the Huffington Post. “We don’t comment on the governor’s children.”

In an interview last month with FOX’s Greta Van Susteren, Bristol said Levi is “a hands-on dad” who sees his son every day. She also said they planned to get married once they were done with school.

Palin’s son Tripp was born on December 29, 2008.

A breakup would be additionally unfortunate for Levi as he has “Bristol” tattooed on his ring finger.”

You’re welcome.

– A-$

The Dragnet

2 March 2009

 

Tupac lives?

Tupac lives?

This morning on da internetz:

– A-$

This goddamn holiday again.

I’ve decided to completely ignore the fact that this is my maiden voyage on the tepid seas of the blogosphere, and focus on my annual Mardi Gras Gripe: I want my nickname to be “the big easy.” Granted, it would probably go better with someone already named Ettie or Bertha (maybe even Mabel), but I feel it could provide that certain flare that my life is missing.

– A-$

Oh, and Bobby Jindal has the intellect of an egg McMuffin.

Snarky enough for ya, Soph-Dawg?

Velcome.

26 February 2009

From the wonderful toothpastefordinner, entitled “It won’t solve the problem.”

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This is The Electric Table, and this is our very first entry. Soon we’ll have detailed, spiffy bios up, as well as many, many other things. A-Money, I expect, will provide relevance, intellect, wit, gruff charm, links to delightful Huffington Post articles, facial hair, all things snarky, and the feminist perspective. I have high hopes but I will probably be in charged of mixed metaphors, oohing and ahhing over Michelle/Malia/Sasha, and meticulously logging all the mundane details of my day.

I feel I should make a compelling plug for the masses to read this blog EVERY day. All I can think of is “read this blog a lot.” A-Money? Help?

-S