Due to the recent explosion of spam comments, I've had to disallow comments from non-registered users. I don't like doing it -- I greatly prefer allowing comments from anyone and everyone. But more often than not it seems like "anyone" = spambots, at least recently.

Yeah, no.

I had to google what it meant. Gross.

It's official: I find this contest super annoying. I should probably be focusing on my real writing homework anyway.

Oh, Mark Rudd. What am I going to do with you?

I've been reading his most recent memoir, Underground: My Life With SDS and The Weathermen. And reading it, I've been very annoyed with Mark Rudd. Mainly I've been annoyed by his lack of responsibility for his own actions, like, ever. The book is story after story about how he was just naïve; young, ( Read more... )

Must. Not. Scratch. Tattoo ...

From http://www.heebmagazine.com/blog/view/1994:
[Roseanne Barr] …on vegans Vegans are all coke-sniffing, cigarette-smoking faux socialists who listen to music that has no melody at all, so fuck them.

x-posted to veganism

I just came home to three messages on my answering machine, all from the Obama campaign, and all inviting me to tomorrow night's Get Out the Vote Kickoff event (which I would love to go to, were I not scheduled to be at work at that time ( Read more... )

John McCain, why won't you leave me alone?

In the past few days I've gotten at least a half dozen phone calls, and probably as many pieces of junk mail -- three today alone! -- exhorting me to vote for John McCain. Nevermind that I'm a Democrat, and have been registered as such since I was old enough to vote. Nevermind that I've actually ( Read more... )

Thunder cancels swimming.

hopita is pissed.

Many of you know I had planned on trying to quit smoking again on May 1st. Most of you also know that that didn't happen. The long story short is that, while in breakup angst, I was buying cigarettes like prohibition was coming tomorrow, and when the end of April rolled around, I realized I still had a good dozen on so packs stuffed into my bags. ( Read more... )

Is everyone familiar with the Sarah Jessica Parker commercial for "pretty khakis"? You know -- the one where she prances around, singing that vapid "I Enjoy Being A Girl" song?

Well, I don't know about you, but every time I see that commercial, I really want to throw things. I want to get up out of my chair, heft the TV over to the window, and ( Read more... )