Eurpides, who mighta said that all things that were consumed in moderation would also be awesome. I'm paraphrasing.

That being said, I like to hang out here. Guess who I am! It’s called All Things in Moderation. It is a blog of different political persuasions talking to each other moderately. It’s thoughtful. Don’t go unless you are smart and can control your nasty self.

Lindsay Lohan Goes To Jail

All I gotta say is: about time. Maybe she’ll get . . . scared straight!

It’s turns out, You Do Mess with the Lohan. Because The Lohan is a Mess.

I know, I know. I’m not promising to do it more. But, that having been said, plenty of cool news is coming out about Tron:

Tron, Tron Baby. Word to yo muthah!

New Version of Tron In HD on TV on Wednesday Night! Now, isn’t that cool? But that’s not all. Blue Sky Disney talks about what’s upcoming with Tron Legacy, which I find very exciting.

Tron’s going to be coming on Blu-Ray! I know I’ll be picking that up.

Lots of stuff on the recent debut of the Tron Legacy Trailer, plus commentary on how Disney effed up this particular marketing gimmick by making people jump through hoops and stand out in the rain and wait forever for 1 look at the trailer and a lousy T-shirt.

And keep tuned to Tron Sector for the latest in super-groovy Tron News.

And I like Tron. If you haven’t guessed.

The Wall Street Journal covers just how rotten to the core ACORN is.

In other news, you people are interested in the Motorola Cliq, a me-too, been-there-done-that phone from Motorala. Yawn.

In still other news, hot Asian Yale Grade student Annie Le disappeared days before New York wedding. Hmm.

Hopefully, she’ll be found. Maybe she just got cold feet. At this point, that’s the best possible outcome.

Okee-dokee. More laterz, my peoplez.

Bianca Beauchamp Swallows. The Rain. While In Black Latex. Grabbing Her Own Breasts.

You can’t get much better than that. Unnless you’re Bianca’s Gloves.

Bianca Beauchamp in Cut Off T-Shirt and tight Blue Jeans. Low-riders.

Bianca Beauchamp in a Red Latex Dress. Very Casual.

One of the Many Hot Chicks That Plague Athra, Our Hero.

It’s seriously groovy. Do you doubt it? It’s certainly better than any of the crap you Internetz is searching for right now.

Athra, Who Bears a Suspicious Resemblance to a Young Nathanlie Sullivan (Just a Coincidence, I'm Sure) Talking to Another Hot Chick.

It’s mega groovy. Have you gone to Athra.net yet? Well, go, go! What are you waiting for?

A whole big groovy page. One of my favorite pieces of panel art . . . so far . . . in the ultra-awesome Athra graphic novel. Which is ultra-awesome.

The hot chicks won't leave Athra alone. Why? Because he's totally bad-ass. Don't believe me? Read it for yourself then, suckah!

That’s it for today. More later. Just go read it. Buy a copy. Support the arts. Then, when it’s out, go see the movie. Apparently a law has been passed that every graphic novel must be turned into a movie, so it’s gonna happen to Athra. No doubt.

Which is all too bad. Jon was actually kind of sympathetic when his uber-beeyotch of a wife was needlessly and constantly biting and sniping and trying to crush his soul in service of her high-and-might queendom.

Now, he’s utterly unsympathetic. He’s responded to a nasty insult by getting in his car and running over the insulter’s cat. Then setting their house on fire.

He’s gone from being a kind of nice, if spineless, guy to a ballsy, but still often passive-agressive, creep.

Like when he had some skank he had shagged a few times come watch the kids while he was filming his segment on Jon & Kate. And Kate wanted to come check on the kids, and he wouldn’t let her in, and she called the police–uber-beeyotch at work, yes, but still–and then the police told her she had to go away.

That whole “sharing the house with your former spouse that you went through an ugly divorce with for the sake of a reality television show” is a bad idea, BTW.

This weekend, he got a gig hanging around at the MGM Grand Hotel or something in vegas, and, according to People:

During the two hours he was present, Gosselin, sporting shorts and a collared shirt, was spotted collecting a few phone numbers and mixing drinks for scantily dressed women.

Well, at least it doesn’t look like he’s planning on settling down again. Clearly, getting married is not his gig.

Boy, if only I just had one or two TVs. The prices, especially for new sign up, just can’t be beat with DirectTV. There’s a 200+ with HD DVR HD package that’s just $54.99 a month  . . . admittedly only for the first 12 months, but still. For a basic family entertainment package for $29.99, which is apparently the every day low price. Only 45+ channels, not quite as good as cable, but it’s a great price . . . almost nothing available from the cable companies that amounts to $30 bucks a month. Still, there’s no easy, inexpensive way to share that signal among multiple TVs, not to mention no way to make it possible for one person to watch something in the living room while someone else watches something different in the bedroom and somebody else watches something else in the kitchen, which happens a lot in my house.

Then there’s the Internet. I can get DSL, but I end up paying the same amount for Internet access that I do now. Satellite television is a better deal for people who don’t need a lot of TVs going.

All of which isn’t to say it’s not possible to have a house with seven TVs hooked up to your DirectTV. It’s just not cheap, and thus not practical for me. And I believe I have to have one or two extra satellite dishes installed to boot. Sigh.

Jasmine Fiore and Murderous Husband Ryan Jenkins

Shades of Dorothy Stratten. Jasmine Fiore’s husband, Ryan Jenkins, killed her, apparently. Then comitted suicide himself. Apparently.

Rest in Peace, Jasmine Fiore. Murderous husband Ryan Jenkins? Not so much.

More thorough coverage at the Artsbeat New York Times blog.

George Sodini Revealed His Evil Plans In His Secret Hidden Blog Source Code.

Of course, you’d have the analyze “the hidden source code” of every blog in the world. See, ABC reports that George Sodini revealed in a “hidden blog post” that he would consider not going on a murderous rampage, if a particular woman he was stalking would be his girlfriend. Sheesh. 48 years old and still willing to sacrifice his goals and dreams just to get with some woman. Not much of a man, Mr. Sodini.

In a written but unpublished post to his blog, the 48-year-old gunman wrote that if a particular woman he admired from afar would be his girlfriend, he would “cancel this plan or put [it] on hold, at least for a while,” ABC News has learned through an analysis of his blog’s hidden source code.

I don’t know. The whole “hidden blog post” thing sounds weird to me. Convenient, for newsmongers. But maybe so.

Wow. On the one hand, that’s really creepy. On the other hand, I’d hit on Tatum O’Neal. She’s cute.

Tatum O'Neal is Awfully Cute, But You Think He'd Recognize His Own Daughter. Even if it had been a while.

“That’s our relationship in a nutshell,” Tatum said. “You make of it what you will . . . It had been a few years since we’d seen each other, and he was always a ladies’ man, abon vivant.”

Well, I suppose that’s a positive attitude to take to your own old, creepy father hitting on you at the funeral of his just deceased significant other. Good for her. She’s probably better balanced than he is.

Between Cleavage Water Droplets.

Gorgeous Brunette Showcasing Her Prodigous Cleavage

Lady Godiva, They Say. Sweetness. Say I.That's just hot. Sorry, but it is.

Grabbies. Great Grabbies. Yeah, baby!

Phew. Gorgeous. Amazingly Gorgeous.

Hot Drunk College Chicks. I Never Ran Into These Chicks in College.

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Now, That's Some Cleavage. Just Sayin'.

But the graphics look all rough and gritty. And most of my music is not usually all that rough and gritty. Sometimes, but not usually. For example, Libation . . . is that the kind of demo they’re looking for? I doubt it . . . but, you know. I might submit it, anyway, if it doesn’t cost anything.

Libation:

What the heck. Here I go!

… oops. It costs money. Too bad I ain’t got none of that these days! Ah, well. If you’ve got $7.99 you want to spend to have Dr. Dre supposedly listen to and rate your demo, then go for it. Otherwise . . . no dice. Too bad. I will remain, forever, an undiscovered talent.

Poor Tiger. He should have used the classic defense: whoever smelt it, is he who dealt it.

Seriously, is someone farting that interesting? I know it’s considered funny, but, seriously, everbody passes gas. Everybody. Usually several times a day. There’s nobody who doesn’t do it. Nobody.

Cut Tiger some slack. Oprah, Obama, Uma Thurman, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, even Scarlett Johansson . . . you know what? They’ve all farted. Many, many times.

Sheesh. You people. It’s like a kindergarten class. Cut it out, cut it out!

The nominal lead character and total badass, Athra.

You must check this out. Athra, a very groovy online graphic novel.

It’s just cool. It’s about Medieval warriors and time-travelling chicks from outerspace. With lots of violence and cursing. Can’t beat it.

Good job, Todd. Goldman-Sachs contributed a lot of cash to Obama, and continues to get favorite treatment from the Obama administration. Think Todd was a big Obama supporter? He was obviously full of hope and change.