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Will Obama raise your taxes?

Not likely. (Unless you're extremely rich.) Calculate your tax cut under Obama at ObamaTaxCut.com.

As the site says, "Barack Obama will cut taxes for over 95% of American families—even though more than half of American think he'll raise their taxes."

Barack Obama, action hero

Is it wrong to enjoy the fact that our next president might actually look at home playing the role of "The President" in an action movie? Here he is in Iraq with Petraeus (pic courtesy of Rob, who I believe was flying the helicopter at the time):

"And Barack Obama as... President Obama!" Baaaaaaad ass.

Silas, contemplating the dark mysteries of the car wash and its twirling brushes

PAX, PAX, PAX

WAKKA, WAKKA, WAKKA. If you're reading my blog, you may not need to hear more about PAX. Although I realize just now as I'm typing this that I should take that back—you kind people are not all, as it turns out, nerds. Or at least not necessarily nerds of that particular taxonomic variety.

In any case, the subject is PAX, and you can see my bookie emphasis on the event here. Saturday I will be PAX-ing (and probably also PAX-ing the night away), so I hope to see you there!

Internet memes

I'm sure I'm getting to this late, but it is a beautiful thing:

Is there a way to make this my zoomable, dynamic tombstone? (Or maybe it could just go under my previous idea for a tombstone inscription, "He Looked at a Lot of Great Sites.")

It bears consideration

(via Reddit)

H.P. Lovecraft as Whitman's Sampler copy writer

In celebration of the late author's birthday today, from McSweeny's (found via Wolf). E.g.,

Caramel Chew

There is a dimension ruled by a blind caramel God-King who sits on a vast, cyclopean milk-chocolate throne while his mindless, gooey followers dance to the piping of crazed flutes. It is said that there are gateways in our world that lead to this caramel hell-planet. The delectable Caramel Chew may be one such portal.

"Welcome, child, to the company of men."

As Jonathan said, "OK, that is a beer bottle after all, and a hammer. Welcome, child, to the company of men. We're reckless but fun-loving." (Confidential to CPS: The bottle is empty. And my son is in training to be a carpenter.)

NOM NOM NOM

(Found on this excellent Flickr photostream, via Amazon's food blog.)

Baby sign language: Hoist, travel, emergency stop

Silas and I were watching a crane the other day, at the ingloriously named—and, for a few weeks, extremely noisy—King Street Odor Control Project. In addition to "eat," "more," and "water," I'm hoping Silas can at least learn "raise the boom and lower the load."