The Real World... versus the real world

MTV's Real World is filming in Denver. Kind of interesting, right? They don't want anyone to know what they are up to... suddenly its gone from kind of interesting to fascinating, at least in my book.

This website is tracking their exploits. I have this odd desire to stalk the cast. Originally it was just for amusement, but now I feel like its a civil liberties crusade.

One small step for Ramona, one giant step for mankind.

Happy Birthday Ramona! (Or is it Montana now?)

Just wanted to say Happy Birthday to our pal Ramona. Hope you have a Super Sweet 28!!

The True Adventures of Montana SilverRidge

So, this past weekend, my co-worker Fantasia Silver Ridge and I headed to Las Vegas. Contrary to popular belief, we were there for professional reasons, representing our people at the Yearly Kos convention.

As it turns out, the highlights happened off the clock.

1. Mark Warner for President: I will admit, I don't know much about this guy. I do know that he throws one hell of a party. Open bar, ice sculptures, chocolate fountains, unlimited thrill rides... its a good life. I'm not going to lie, he's got my vote (Hillary, if you are reading this, I am open to better offers. You need to top the open bar, chocolate fountain and rides though).

If you don't believe me, ask Salon

Or Arianna Huffington:

Fantasia and I are badasses. Check out the rides at the Stratosphere. We rode 'em all.

2. How the Other Half Lives: After the Warner extravaganza, I would have called the trip good (see chocolate fountain and ice sculptures, above). But there was more... Fantasia and I befriended two cute boys with an expense account and had a fabulous dinner at the MGM Grand's Seablue.

I will note that its possible that the really cute one had a wife. However, it was never quite clear and until we learn otherwise, it rather added to the intrigue. (and lest the morality police be patrolling this blog, I will note that nothing happened with cute potentially married boy, sadly)

Viva Las Vegas!

ps. Did I mention the stretch hummer? Yes, you read that correctly.

Your stripper name, or Las Vegas, part 1

Before I tell you of my misadventures in Sin City, its important that everyone has their stripper name.

To that end (courtesy of one of my best friends, Fantasia Velvet Hooter)...

1. Use the third letter of your first name to determine your new first name:

A = Fantasia
B = Chesty
C = Starr
D = Diamond
E = Montana
F = Angel
G = Sugar
H = Mimi
I = Lola
J =Kitty
K = Roxie
L = Dallas
M = Princess
N = Heidi
O = Bambi
P = Bunny
Q = Brandy
R = Sugar
S = Candy
T = Raquelle
U = Sapphire
V = Cinnamon
W = Blaze
X = Trixie
Y = Iris
Z = Jade

2. Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name.

A = Leather
B = Dream
C = Sunny
D = Deep
E = Heaven
F = Tight
G = Shimmer
H = Velvet
I = Lusty
J = Harley
K = Passion
L = Dazzle
M = Dixon
N = Spank
O = Glitter
P = Razor
Q = Meadow
R = Glitz
S = Sparkle
T = Sweet
U = Silver
V = Tickle
W = Cherry
X = Hard
Y = Night
Z = Amber

3. Use the third letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:

A = hooter
B = horn
C = tower
D = fire
E = thighs
F = hips
G = side
H = jugs
I = shock
J = cocker
K = brook
L = tush
M = sizzle
N = ridge
O = kiss
P = bomb
Q = cream
R = thong
S = heat
T = whip
U = cheeks
V = rock
W = hiney
X = button
Y = lick
Z = juice

And the people said, RAmen!

Today, I discovered the gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster and it has changed my life.

Bobby Henderson sent an open letter to the Kansas School Board after they decided to teach intelligent design in their science classrooms. He argued that they ought to include his own theory of intelligent design as well - specifically, that the world was created by a Flying Spaghetti Monster. The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster has been growing fast ever since.