agedwards.com: A G Edwards or Aged Wards? Updated 11/28/09: A.G. Edwards has been acquired by Wells Fargo. The domain is still active but redirects there.
powergenitalia.com: Powergen Italia (the Italian subsidiary of European energy giant Powergen) or Power Genitalia? (This domain has been "parked" and is no longer in use by the original owner.)
therapistlocator.net: Therapist Locator or The Rapist Locator?
whorepresents.com: Who Represents or Whore Presents?

Updated 1/2/2010: From the comments:

expertsexchange.com: Experts Exchange (a site for consultation with experts in personal computing and info technology) or Expert Sex Change? (Since renamed "experts-exchange.com"; the original domain is "parked".)
fourpointsexpress.com: Four Points Express (a delivery company) or Four Point Sex Press (a combination bondage device and genital mutilator)?
penisland.com: Pen Island (a seller of fine pens) or Penis Land? (This site has also been "parked". The original retailer appears to have changed their domain to "pen-island.com" but that site too appears to be "parked", leading to the conclusion that Pen Island is out of business.)

And personally observed over the holidays:

catstix.com: 'Cats Tix (tickets to University of Cincinnati Bearcats athletic events) or Cat Stix (use your imagination)?

As I mentioned in a previous post, gmjambear and I went to see Captain Smartypants' new show, "Air Smarty", at the Columbia City Theater on Rainier Ave in south Seattle. The show continues next Friday through Sunday (8 PM Friday and Saturday; 2 PM Sunday).

Without giving away too much of the plot, there's a spoof of the NOM "The Perfect Storm" ad, a cute little piece about Pluto's expulsion from the club of planets, and a brilliant quodlibet of O mio babbino caro, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight", and "Lady Marmalade". There's also magic fairy dust, vintage gowns, preposterous chapeaux, exotic oboe solos, a surreal bit of public radio programming gone horribly wrong, and a fabulous rendition of a technically difficult piece by Annie Lennox.

I highly recommend it.

Me: We need a mallet to put together this shelf unit we just bought.

Gary: You're going to bang on that thing with the long hair on the back of your head? That's gonna hurt.

Me: No, dear, that's a mullet.

Gary: Oh. That's different.

Both: Never mind.

gmjambear happened to have this up on his screen earlier today. I thought I'd post it to go with my new LJ icon. ;-)

Noted with some amusement, someone in the seattle community mentioned the KING 5 reporter chatting with someone at the scene on a cell phone kept referring to the group riding these ill-fated buses up near ciddyguy's apartment as the Moses Lake "Jazz Choir" instead of "Job Corps".

Imagine, if you will, a jazzy show choir doing a fabulous rendition of Weird Al Yankovic's "Another One Rides The Bus".

Or not.

While for the most part I have to discount conspiracy theories of all stripes as irrational, there's a little part of my brain that is drawn to them like a moth to a porch light. And so I wonder whether the folks behind Paulson and Bernanke making the request for the bailout pulled the right strings in the stock market on Monday to manufacture that big drop in the Dow, scaring the beJesus out of Congress and the American public alike, in order to get the bailout passed. Hmmm...

On a happier and more amusing front, I was talking with Mom the other day about my brother-in-law's job at GE Aircraft Engine and whether the Boeing strike had had any effect on it. She said no, he's actually busier than ever. I wondered aloud if perhaps Bombardier might be taking up some of the slack in production, pronouncing it "bom-ba-deer" as is common English pronunciation. This got gmjambear chuckling, as because Bombardier is based in Quebec, its name is properly pronounced in French, as "bom-bar-dee-yay".

While doing some other research I came across the Wikipedia article on the organization No Free Lunch, which aims to wean doctors and other medical professionals from the teat of the pharmaceutical industry, by asking them to pledge not to accept gifts or meals from drug salesmen.

My ex, who happens to be a nurse, once came home and told me he'd been to a "drug lunch" at his workplace (a busy critical-care unit at the local university hospital). I envisioned a cafeteria with tables overflowing with bowls of pills from which folks selected their lunch. ;-)

While I was headed in to the shower this morning, gmjambear pointed out that the bear sighting on the golf course yesterday was in Colorado Springs.

I responded: "There are a lot of bears in Colorado Springs, but too many of them are televangelists." ;-)

Out of curiosity, gmjambear and I were checking out train schedules on Vancouver Island, and noted that the one daily train leaves Victoria at 8 AM, arrives in Courtenay around 1 PM and returns to Victoria at 6 PM. On the way, one can get off the train in Nanaimo northbound and catch the southbound train about five hours later. Gary asked me, "So what will we do in Nanaimo while we're there?"

I replied, "We could always hang out in a Nanaimo bar."