Sugar

Cake is wonderful. So is T-Bone steak. Therefore, the idea of a T-Bone Cake gives Holly total nipple-boners (or a massive heart attack). Check this out:

http://www.velcrohead.com/vashti/baking/meatcake/

Mashed potato icing and the all-important inclusion of Worcestershire Sauce? Amazing!!! This is more titillating than the news of Mel Gibson's recent run-in with the law. Not only will the people who considered The Passion of the Christ (2004) anti-semitic feel vindicated by his drunken tirade, they will also respect his drunken male chauvinism, when he drunkenly referred to a female police officer as "Sugartits" in his state of drunkenness.

Let the gorging commence.

The Lovecats

I was so worried that the Paper Cat might show up on the Cats That Look Like Hitler website. Apparently, it is tre-hip, especially for those allergic to cat dander. For the record, though, P. Kitty has never treated me in a fascistic manner, except for when he attempted to make it a universal edict that EVERYBODY must visit the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh. Normally, I wouldn't mind, because Warhol is doooooope! but, apparently, Hitler and Warhol have at least one thing in common, and that, of course, frightens me, being a radical anti-Hitlerian.

Holly's preliminary research, however, has not been able to find a cat that looks like Ann Coulter, though the famous blogger Conservative Cat does have an affinity with that sleek right-wing banshee of justice. I was, however, able to find a pooch with more than a striking resemblance to the unmarried writer.

With this post, I will continue the PEHOCAC tradition of posting "living obituaries." Last year, the late Paris Hilton died. Since Ms. Coulter refuses to return my phone calls (it was too good for ya, wadn't it, baby?), and because she would defend George Bush if he were to, I don't know, say, eat a baby (of course, she'd point out that the baby was probably going to be a liberal because its parents voted for Howard Dean in the Iowa primary, therefore Bush's hypothetical act of pedo-cannibalism would be justified), I officially pronounce her dead. Bwwwaaaaakkkk!*

RIP Ann Coulter (1961-2006)
One of the stipulations in her will is that she is never again to be mentioned on this very blog (plug!!!). We here at PEHOCAC will respect her estate and abide by this decree.

*The sound of a parrot.

The kitler files

Due to the overwhelming popularity of links to websites about cat stuff, I am pleased to present:

http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/

Holly, are there any sites for cats that look like Ann Coulter? Wait, I don't want to know. THAT would be scary.

Huzza!

I have discovered that Heavy Metal Parking Lot (1986) is now out on DVD. So finally, you can see crisp, clean images of Judas Priest fans in all their zebra print spandex suit glory and all the girls who go ga-ga for Rob Halford. Sorry, but you still can't see anyone with a full set of teeth or a high school diploma.

Truthiness is a noun

Perusing the gripe site Wikitruth, I couldn't help be amused by what a PEHOCACtruth site might look like. You know, it would be one of those sites where the disgruntled masses of the lame, the unhip, and Holly's lesbian girlfriend Ann Coulter would all wage a mudslinging campaign against the providers of the brilliant insights posted regularly on this very site. Yeah, I can't help but think there would be some tumbleweeds drifting though THAT kind of site, if even. It would probably get as many laughs as Stephen Colbert's White House Correspondents Dinner keynote speech, i.e., none.

Don't lose your head

Syd Barrett may be dead, but that's no reason to go and lose your head. I mean, don't let a PART OF YOUR SKULL FALL OFF. It could happen to you, even if you aren't 132 years old yet.

I was browsing around the interweb the other day. I was surprised when I came across a web site exposing the shocking truths about everyone's second favorite blogger (after Holly). But on close inspection, the web site stuffonmycat.com has nothing to do with me.

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

PEHOCAC pays tribute to the life of Syd Barrett (1946-2006).

My favorite Syd Barrett composition: "See Emily Play" (1967), featured on the second single released by Pink Floyd.

Most memorable Syd Barrett moment: The last two minutes of "Opel" (1970; 1988), the saddest song I've ever heard in my life. Possibly singing about himself, he drones in a vacant, distant voice, "I'm tryyyyyying to fiiiiiiind you."

Holly recommends Pink Floyd's The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (1967), Syd Barrett's The Madcap Laughs (1970) and Pink Floyd's 1967: the First Three Singles (1997).