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Hotcha! Hank
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"Information is not knowledge."
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In case you missed the link in the previous post, this is Sir Isaac Isaacs, the Governor General of Australia in the 1930's. About nine times a week I call Isaac The Cat "Sir Isaac Isaacs", though as I said, he wasn't named after this man and his regal moustache.
Here he is without the wig and the moustache. The uniform is dynamite, but I think he needs a nice hat... And the 'stache.Labels: Furry Animals, Hot Poop Filler, Isaac The Cat, Perpetual Teen, politics, Sir Isaac Isaacs
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This video pretty well illustrates one of the uglier aspects of PUNK, and likewise, one of the greater failings of this HOT POOP blog - this idea that one history is somehow more important than any other history. Punkers are always so fucking righteous about their music and their scene, which bands are better, which bands are purer (don't I always mention "true believers"?), and we all know at least four aging, self-proclaimed punkers who likes to talk about what bands mattered first and most in their own particular city/scene, to say nothing of Punk as a monolithic thing that apparently matters. And they're always so fucking humorless about it. Perhaps you know me.
This is almost the same as being able to namecheck the most obscure band possible. For example, I'll never forget the time my band, The Nadz, opened for Finger Phil at that bonfire party out at Rudy's farm, and my cousin Chico broke his ankle trying to jump the fire. You weren't there? Oh man, you had to be there!
My nostalgia is better than your nostalgia, and I've got just enough delusions and desperation to write about it here.
But I'm not unique. My kind is not unique. Greasers. Hippies. Punks. Slackers. Hipsters. Each generation in the rock era has their douchebags.
You're soaking in it.
Hotcha! Hank
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Ben mentioned this Natalie Portman video in this Tuesday's Tuesday's Fortune post, so I figured I might as well post it...More filler, if nothing else...
I responded that my feelings for Ms. Portman are conflicted...
If I were ten years younger, I suppose Natalie Portman might be my Winona Ryder, you know? But I'm not, so she isn't...
Adorableness aside, I generally don't like most of Ms. Portman's more notable roles and films...I do not like Leon - The Professional...Her character in Garden State annoys me beyond belief, in a film that annoys me in general...The Star Wars films? Pffft...
But I must say, I really like Beautiful Girls quite alot, and her role as a Lolita in the film is a good one, and Portman's performance stands out in a big cast full of good actors giving good performances themselves.
Anyways, here's 7 minutes of Natalie on Letterman, being smart, being cute, being a bit snarky...
Hotcha! Hank
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I don't know whether to look away, or unbutton my pants...A more disturbing and/or arousing animated gif can be found here: http://i.imgur.com/ksll5.gifLabels: Hot Poop Filler, Movies, Sex, Star Wars
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This is a peek at Ali Larter's ass. Do you still wish you were a movie star?Labels: Ali Larter, cheesecake, Hot Poop Filler, Minutemen, Sex

I was trying to think of something clever to write about bacon.
I thought about making fun of the internet's creepy and zombie-like obsession with bacon, but couldn't really come up with anything more astute or interesting than the idea that the vast majority of people on the internet are either too witless or too scared to have an original, non-zombie thought.
"BAAAAAACONNNNNN!!!!!"
Eventually, enough of the "right" internet pundits laud the glories of bacon, and pretty soon everybody is doing the same. You would think that bacon was some brilliant new discovery, the way we gush about it, but bacon has always been fucking delicious. Long before the internet and your low-carb diet, babycakes. I guess if there's a silver lining in all this, at least it can be said that the internet has actually embraced something worthwhile for a change. Unlike zombies or Nathan Fillion.
"FIIIILLLLLIONNNNNN!!!!!!"
I enjoy bacon. Not as much as butterscotch pudding, but my version of the BLT (butterscotch, lettuce and tomato) admittedly tastes like shit, so I won't bother going there...
I enjoy bacon, but cannot bring myself to creepily adore it. What I can do is create a BACON tag, and hope to drive some traffic towards this useless blog.
Now, would somebody please do everybody a favor, and write some fanfic regarding bacon and a zombified Nathan Fillion? Or a regular Nathan Fillion eating Zombie Bacon™?
That way, most of us win.
Hotcha! Hank
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