Triumph

Here's a little something to keep you company and give you a hearty laugh tonight while you're busily ignoring the unmitigated travesty of our buffoon of a president informing the American populace that, against their will, he will be sending more troops to Iraq.

I am so one of these Star Wars nerds, it's not even funny. We didn't wear costumes, but Mr. Shakes and I did attend the premiere party for Episode II: Attack of the Clones in Edinburgh and there was much enjoyable nerdery. I will also confess that Mr. Shakes and I regularly speak to each other in 1960's robot voices.

Shakes: THE LISSIETRON 3000 IS IN URGENT NEED OF A SODA AND REQUESTS THE IAINBOT 3000 RETRIEVE ONE IMMEDIATELY.

Mr. Shakes: DOES NOT COMPUTE. THE LISSIEBOT 3000 MUST GET OFF HER FAT ARSE AND GET IT HERSELF.

And so forth. This is a habit acquired when we were staying with Mr. Furious and Mr. Curious upon our return from Scotland, and all four of us used to talk in robot voices constantly. There's no why. We did it just to amuse each other and ourselves. And because we're big nerds.

Anyway, enjoy the video, and try to avoid watching the president's speech, even though I'm sure it will be great—for me to poop on!