When I was still in The Pit, enjoying the interactions I had with a handful of sane music business homies, I often entertained a scenario where a snorkel of voracious, pissed-off weasels methodically skinned her alive, leaving her ravaged, bleeding form to get all manner of unwanted attention by creatures in the forest, who take their janitorial ( Read more... )

After coming home from a hell of a night at work, I see that living wrinkle being pissy toward my lovely Barack.

I have a question for you, you lock-jawed Fascist dead man walking: How can you, after just touting yourself as someone who is all about less government in the average American citizen's life, justify and support governmental intrusion ( Read more... )

Barack Obama is going to be practicing for the upcoming Presidential debate in an undisclosed location in Asheville, North Carolina. My home town! He's not planning on any public appearances, though, which fairly sucks, 'cos I'd love to see him speak in the flesh. I'd miss a day's work and buy gas with money I don't have to drive to Asheville to ( Read more... )

I expected my Sally Foster check to be direct deposited to my Palmetto account. I just checked my balance and it's still a big fat 0, which means I'll have to swing by Sally Foster today to pick up my check, if it's even there. Crap. Another extra few miles on my depleted tank o'gas ( Read more... )