Pause Ponder and Parliament

I didn't quite know what to make of our picture this week. But you guys certainly did.

Mike LaScala could not resist the urge to crowd ride during the Beastie Boys concert at the Paramus, New Jersey Convention Center.

Bahamian transplanted Canadian 00dozo from When I Reach seconded with:

Fifteen minutes into a Democratic filibuster, Glenn Beck turns into a brain-eating zombie.

Tgoette at Sophiticated Lunacy submitted this private member's bill:

Supporters of the gay rights initiative celebrated passage of the bill with a group hug,

And Whitey - how ya doin' Whitey? - added to the debate with:

Apparently the 54-40 option was voted down.

Now Whitey, a sports nut, went all cerebral on me with his reference to the historical debate of "54-40 or fight" from the 1844 Democratic leadership race. It refers to where the U.S. wanted to draw it's boundary with Canada. The U.S. was a few degrees off, settling on the 49th parallel. Whitey - I'm impressed! (I had to Google it. I thought you were talking about the Canadian rock group!)

But sometimes the simplest caption does the trick. Don from Beyond Left Field won the vote with...

I want my quarter back! That's my quarter dammit! I was saving that for the bathroom. Now give it here you thief!

I think you'll agree Don aptly captured our government at work. Way to go Don. You be hangin' with dufus. Congratulations.

And once again thanks to all for playing along.

Oh, before I let you go, I wanted to mention Vicki Likes Frogs over at Glitter Frogs gave me an award this week. I'm honoured to have received...

...yep, the One Lovely Blog Award! Isn't that cool. Thanks Vicki!

But that ain't all.

Oslo's own Cruella "Gotta Get To My Thesis" Collett over at The Giraffability of Digressions thinks I'm strangely irresistible. Ahem, well I don't, um, ah, know what to say. What? Oh, my BLOG is strangely irresistible. Oh, okay.

Thanks, Cruella. That's one neat award! Oh, and don't forget to spell-check your thesis, eh. *winks*

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