I rarely comment on sports on this blog, though I have to admit that some Olympic stuff is bound to come up in the next few weeks.  And on this latest news coming out of the world of football, I really feel compelled to comment.

Brett Favre leaves Green Bay for the Jets?  Isn’t that a little like taking a shit in reverse?  Maybe it’s just me.

No, sir.  Not funny.  So whatever you do, don’t laugh when you read this.

We have a squirrel in our wood burning stove.  Details on the half hour.

Something saggy this way comes.  The television show about teenage high school students starring thirty-something actors that made me cringe throughout my high school career even as I watched it (in the vain hope that I would have something to talk to Jeannie Peirce about) is making a come back. . .  with the original stars:

The Associated Press: Shannen Doherty back in `90210′ ‘hood this fall

Brenda Walsh is all grown-up and returning to Beverly Hills, 90210, this fall.

But cast members of the new CW spin-off, “90210,” are speculating whether Shannen Doherty will be equally mature when she reprises her role as Walsh.

No more fresh fruit at the Peach Pit.  Gone are the episodes about Brendon getting his drink dosed with MDMA (Extasy for you kids out there) and wild, drug-laden nights in TJ.  In their place: episodes about prune juice spiked with Viagra and wild, Metamucil-fueled early evenings at The Pottery Barn.

Get those DVRs set!

Via my buddy BTP’s RochesterTurning post this afternoon, it turns out that Rochester has made a top-ten list that doesn’t include death or STD’s.  Apparently, dispite Wegman’s best efforts to curb the practice with it’s Shopper’s Club Cards, we’re second most coupon-clippin’, thrifty city in the nation.  We’re number 2!  We’re number 2!  We’re number 2!!!

I’m not at Netroots Nation, and never will be.  Instead, I’m going to be live-blogging my office, which at the moment is being updated with a cool new mid-fifties travel poster on Plakit board.  I’ll be updating the site every time I see an annoying Daily Kos illuminati, get a cool new MoveOn.org poster, discuss how I can have “a greater impact” with my “message” or see Jane Hamshire naked, which isn’t going to be very often.  If you have someone you’d like me to interview, send me a quick note.  I won’t be able to do anything about it, but I like to print them out for my bird’s cage.

If you don’t even know what these things are for, you my friend are among those who have kissed a girl.  If you do know what they’re for and secretly want one, you can always cling to the fantasy of your girlfriend from Canada.

Perhaps not, but apparently it does leave a paper trail. Josh Marshall at TPM points out this great OpEd piece from Michael Gerson, railing against Al Franken’s brazen crudeness. Because, of course, we all know Al as the king of filthy humor. Watch in delight and mirth as he goes out of his way to look like a humorless loser by itemizing Franken’s humor:

Michael Gerson - Vulgarian at the Gate - washingtonpost.com

Franken’s “brand name” includes other highlights. In 2006, after a long monologue about a dog and its vomit, Franken impersonated the deceased Sen. Strom Thurmond as saying: “Yeah, I screwed a woman who was vomiting once.” He once proposed a television sketch about a female CBS reporter being drugged and raped. He has suggested that his next book title might be “I F — – — Hate Those Right-Wing Motherf — – — !” At an event hosted by the Feminist Majority Foundation in 1999, Franken offered this thigh-slapper: “Why don’t we focus on what Afghan women can do? They can cook, bear children and pray. As I recall, that was fine for our grandmothers.”

I’d like to think that Gerson isn’t just feigning humorlessness. I’d like to think he’s really that dumb. And best of all, he joins our own Rochester Democrat and Chronicle puditry in it’s crusade against long-dead musical trends:

Michael Gerson - Vulgarian at the Gate - washingtonpost.com

Our popular culture, of course, violates even these expansive boundaries of tastelessness with regularity. We laugh at comedies featuring the C-word and at cartoons of foul-mouthed third-graders. In the cause of relevance and realism, our common life is already decorated with excrement. Why should political discourse be any different?

For at least one reason: Because vulgarity is often the opposite of civility. . . But the vulgarity of “The Jerry Springer Show” or misogynous rap music — the cultural equivalents of Franken’s political “satire” — generally expresses contempt and cruelty.

Note how, in an attempt at humor, a Conservative columnist feigns concern over “misogyny.” Well, we can’t all be Jerry Lewis.

She said, “Four feet high and risin’”

Seems that Vancouver is having a bit of a problem with discarded feet washing ashore. I hate it when that happens:

Mystery deepens as 4th severed foot found | Oddly Enough | Reuters

The foot, still wearing a shoe, was discovered on Thursday on a small uninhabited island south of Vancouver in the Strait of Georgia, and is the fourth discovered in the region in the past 10 months.

Christ-a-mighty, kids! Just use a fucking potato if you’re hard up for a piece. . . like a normal person!

3 accused of using Humble corpse’s head to smoke pot | Chron.com - Houston Chronicle

The Kingwood teenager’s story of decapitating a corpse and using the head to smoke marijuana was so outlandish that at first Houston Police Department senior police officer Jim Adkins did not believe it.

Yet, Kevin Wade Jones Jr., 17, appeared almost indifferent as he relayed the bizarre description of his and two friends’ activities at an Humble area graveyard, Adkins said.