There was this.

I like this.

We can all use some beauty in our day.

And some of this, whatever it may be:

Open thread.

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So where are the best and worst places to survive zombie aka progressive apocalypse?

1. Texas with a survivability score of 67

With a low population density and more federally licensed firearms dealers, hospitals and Walmarts than any other state, Texas is an easy choice for best place to survive the zombie apocalypse. It also has more military bases than all but a handful of states, which will come in handy to protect your desert camp from zombie invasion, or, in the event that Fort Hood is lost, as a place to salvage supplies. If youÂ’re really worried about the ZA, a scouting trip to Texas could be a good idea.

50. Rhode Island with a survivability score of 14.75

And here it is, Rhode Island is hands down the worst place to survive the zombie apocalypse. Its population density is high, there are no mountains or guns, and, really, not much of anything else that would be useful either. So hereÂ’s some advice to Rhode Islanders, when the mysterious bitings/illnesses start, head south.

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Final round of the Masters is today. Television coverage starts at 2 pm Eastern on CBS. The leaders tee off at 2:40 pm.

I confess, I haven't been watching. The little bit of coverage I did see was abysmal and my favorite player, Phil Mickelson, didn't make the cut on Friday. But I'll probably watch today because the field is very tight and should make for some exciting golf.

Here's a link to the live leaderboard.

And here's a quick recap of the action so far, courtesy of Yahoo Sports.

There are ten players under par after three rounds. The co-leaders, Bubba Watson (who won the green jacket in 2012) and Jordan Speith (who is only 20 years old!), are at five under par. Four other players are within two strokes of the leaders, including Miguel Angel Jiminez who posted a six under par round on Saturday.

If I were to recommend a fan favorite for the Morons (and 'ettes), it'd probably be Bubba simply because he seems to be something of a good old boy, who drives this:

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I'm still a bit sensitive over all the work I put into last week's post only to have it butt-stomped by a rain-out. Thus, this week, you get the bare minimum.

Misery loves company, eh?

The Duck Commander 500 was a complete washout last Sunday. First it was an hour delay. Then another hour delay. Then another. Finally, they threw their hands up and moved it to noon. On Monday. I didn't see it so I don't have a lot of details to report.

Right off the bat, on lap three, Dale Jr. suffered a fiery crash after crossing into the grass and losing a tire, but he's doing fine and will be participating in the race today. Thank God for that.

The winner of last week's race was Joey Logano, bringing the total to seven different winners in the seven races to date.

Yep. Texas.

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Meet Eddie. Soldier. Combat veteran. Lifesaver. Belgian Malinois. (video at the link)

This was his retirement ceremony.

Staff Sgt. Shannon Hutto thought his bomb sniffing dog Eddie was just being lazy when he wouldnÂ’t move from a certain spot one hot day in Afghanistan in 2012.

But Hutto then saw what Eddie smelled: a homemade bomb, partially buried in the dirt. It was six inches from HuttoÂ’s foot.

"It was a high stress moment."

They gave him pie after the honors. This is appropriate and good because, pie.

ALSO Gandalf's white horsey passed recently.

Run Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of haste. Video of him and the White Wizard below the fold.

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Good afternoon and welcome to the second edition of the HI/DIY thread.

I should note in this post and will do so in all the posts which follow, that the mention of any specific tool/product, or brand of tool/product, in no way constitutes an endorsement of the product by myself or the proprietor of this blog.

The highlighting of any specific tool/product is purely for the sake of informing readers that such a product exists and in no way suggests, unless specifically noted, that I have ever personally interacted with the tool/product.

Please make your tool/product purchases wisely and do not rely upon the inane scribblings of some chick who rents her home for guidance.

There. I feel better now.

On with the show!

Here at the HQ there are certain themes that are a given and are understood by all as being paramount to life as a Moron or Moronette: booze, bacon, and boobs are the most recognized of these but, might I suggest, that another natural element fit in beside them. A byproduct of the need for nourishment, it has served well throughout all of mankind. It has provided shelter and clothing, it has allowed us to tame the beasts and, most importantly, it holds up your trousers each day. The wonderful, aromatic, versatile-as-all-get-out material to which I refer is leather.

It is my opinion that leather has gotten short shrift around these parts and I am about to remedy that forthwith. Here are a few suggestions as to how even the lowliest DIYer can incorporate leather into their home:

Okay, so those aren't exactly the manliest uses of leather, but it's a start. You don't think John Wayne came out of the womb wearing chaps do you?

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So, this happened:

Adrianne Haslet-Davis, who was injured in the Boston Marathon bombing and lost part of a leg, was scheduled to record a segment for NBCÂ’s Meet the Press, hosted by David Gregory.

Haslet-Davis says she requested that the names of the alleged bombers not be mentioned during the segment, but according to her tweets, a name was mentioned anyway and she became upset

Read the round up at Twitchy.

Gregory apologized via Twitter, but I'm not feeling inclined to forgive him because I a hater, that's why.

Also, open thread to discuss politics.

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Get it while it's hot.

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Is this a yeti?

Come on, you know damn well that's a yeti.

Okay, so you're claiming that's a dog. Well, fine, smartie-pants -- but how would he know to imitate a yeti unless he had actually seen a yeti?

You will have to admit that this is a yeti, at least.

A baby yeti.

That's obviously a yeti. It's carrying around a chunk of snow, for crying out loud.

Admit it's a yeti. You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself.

So now you say "That's a Japanese Macaque," and I say:

That's just another word for yeti, Poindexter.

And Speaking of Something Which Isn't This: Two-sentence horror stories.

Most of them fall into the same few patterns, but the one about the kid complaining about a monster under his bed is darned good.

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Sure, why not.

It's the American dream.

By the way, this is clearly a staged picture anyway, so it doesn't really matter that it's photoshopped, but...

... I guess my question would be, why do these Very Intelligent Progressives not have an actual wall with enough books to fill a photo's frame?

I guess the bookshelves were pretty bare, huh?

Maybe their TV was actually located on that third "bookshelf," and the photographer didn't like the asymmetry.

Still... I dunno... most people I know have a lot of books...

Pretty Ironic... that they have Red Army posters on the wall, and a magazine that serves and flatters the nomenklatura of the Potomac Kremlin alters the photo to make Carney more representative of the New American Man.

Context? Gristle Encased Head and Lizzy point out that the couple met while serving, I mean serving in, Moscow:

"Carney and Shipman met in Moscow in the early 1990s when he was writing for Time and she was reporting for CNN..."

Ehhhh... yeah I could see having some souvenirs from Moscow. But those Red Army posters aren't souvenirs; they weren't current in 1991.* They're sold by Etsy types.

I do get having an affinity for a city you lived in, even if it was a Soviet pit of despair. But I don't know -- it's not like they've got something cool on the wall like a train station's sign. You know, something they either found in the trash, or bribed someone to get, or stole.

An artifact I'd understand. But a propaganda poster you can get from any Tastefully Pro-Socialist designer isn't really an artifact. It's just Kounter-Kultural Kitsch.

* Actually it occurs to me that I have no idea if those posters were still current in 1991.

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