Rambling before bed

An e-mail message from someone I do not know bids me Avoid Penis Growers.

I shall make a note of that.

In fact, it seems that I have just done so.

I have spent the last couple of hours watching cartoons and working on Fearsome Challenges for Sunday's old-school AD&D game. Fearsome, I say! Not even the mightiest Vampire CCG player in all of Christendom will be able to stand against them!

(But fortunately for him, I expect all of the other PCs will kick sufficient bad guy ass before his mage/thief is seriously threatened anyway.)

In other news, tonight I finally actually listened to "Baby Got Back." I went to Sir Mix-a-Lot's website so I could post a link to definitive lyrics in order to try my best to obviate future comments about that "rub her smooth skin" line -- but without finding what I wanted. At any rate, I somehow had never heard the song before. It didn't even sound familiar. I guess in 1992 WCWS (90.9 on your FM dial) was too busy playing U2's "Mysterious Ways" in an endless loop.

Here it is getting late and I still haven't sent the e-mail that was my reason for logging in before going to bed. Isn't that always the way?

Love is sweeping the country! Waves are hugging the shore!

(I first got wind of this on some left-leaning blog or other; they're all syndicated to my Friends page and I can hardly keep them apart.)

Presidential candidate and bachelor Dennis Kucinich has agreed to a dinner date with the future winner of an online "Who Wants to Be a First Lady?" contest. (Single liberal women: Enter now!)

This, as well as the power of reality television and the conflation of celebrity with political competence as seen in the California recall, suggests a campaign strategy based on a Gershwin musical. (Not "An American in Paris.")

With the title song of that show already being sung by the current First Lady in a tourism commercial, along with Roberta Flack and various Washington luminaries, this may well be an idea whose time has come.