At least it wasn't an 8-year-old altar boy

Irish priest kidnapped in Philippines released by MILF

Yikes!

This girl is scary...but yet somewhat intriguing. You can't go wrong with college girls in soccer uniforms - in ponytails no less - but, damn, this is a one-girl terror squad.

The fat guy sings

Sigh: why do I do this to myself and pay attention to election results in a very off-year election, with only a few notable races going on in the country. It was mixed results tonight. The good guys (the Dems) lost in Virgina, which, let's face it, is really still basically a right-wing Southern state.

Very happily, though, the Dems won that NY-23 Congressional seat that the right-wing nut jobs have been salivating over. Glenn Beck and the rest of that crowd have been pushing this race (the seat became open when Jedi Master Obama tapped the Republican incumbent Congressman to be Secretary of the Army causing the special election).

The GOP has literally held that district since the Civil War. Until now. Haha.

Disappointing, though, was the NJ governor's race, where the fat guy won. Buncha yokels down there.

Drooling

My newest coveted electronic item, the Droid. Conveniently, it's debuting just a few weeks before my New-Every-2 plan kicks in in December. And of course, better than the iPhone, it's on Verizon. I hate them sometimes, but their network is much better than crappy AT&T.

The specs look great, including a built-in turn-by-turn GPS powered by Google Maps. Why buy a $200 stand-alone GPS any more.

Er, I hope so!

Pilots of wayward jet lose licenses

Considering the two alternatives on this story were either that they fell asleep or were so busy on their laptops they didn't notice they overflew the airport by more than an hour, I certainly hope they lost their licenses.

If I have to pay to check my damn bag these days, I'd sort of like a little alertness in the cockpit.

Pomplamoose does "Single Ladies"

She always looks startled!

Ka-ching

I always enjoy meeting my friend Jan for drinks. Not only because I've know her for 7 years now - which is crazy - but she still manages to amuse me with her tales. And, perhaps just as important, she always overpays her share of the bar bill, while I always try to guilt her into thinking she hasn't left enough.

We met at the lovely but ridiculously overpriced M Bar in the Mansfield on West 44th. It's one of those clubby, wood-paneled rooms with a horseshoe-shaped bar and a live jazz combo.

But alas, no happy hour prices. I had 2 glasses of an amusing little Pinot Grigio and one of the house specialty martinis - a concoction of Stoli Vanilla Vodka, French Parfait Amour, Blueberry & Pineapple Juice and Fresh Blueberries - and still managed to get out of there for $32. Good times.



When we were figuring where to meet, and I suggested the M, she looked it up on the web site and emailed me today that she was afraid she was not dressed nicely enough. I was expecting a tee-shirt and ripped jeans but she was fine. (Although I told her if she hadn't been dressed appropriately, I would have just pretended I didn't know her, made her sit on the other side of the bar, and we could have texted all night.)

But the best part is when she imagines she sees celebrities. She was staring at a girl sitting 2 seats down from us and I asked what was going on, and she whispered it was Rachel McAdams. Er, not even close. Not even in the ball park. Then again, this is the same girl who a few years ago froze - and I mean literally froze in her tracks like the proverbial deer in the headlights - with her jaw gaping open, because she thought she saw the blond guy who played Samantha's boyfriend on Sex and the City. Needless to say, another miss.

I knew she looked familiar

Here's that teacher that Don Draper is currently defiling on "Mad Men." And she's a blogger!

Every single Kramer entrance in chronological order

Aww

A beagle puppy attacks a Rottweiler. He could have had the little guy for lunch if he wanted.