What's up with the random adds of users who write in Russian? I just reported about six of them as bots, although that was sometimes difficult as the menu didn't pop up every time. What I don't get is how this stuff is useful . . . If I could read the "posts," would they be asking me to forward my bank account information? Are they hoping I'll ( Read more... )

I am badly overextended right now. I can't keep up with all my commitments. Seriously, I haven't even been able to answer e-mail. And I'm trying to carve out niches of time for myself--time to study for my class, time to write, time where I don't have to BE somewhere--and it feels like I'm just failing at it. Today, I left my phone at home ( Read more... )

Larry Gibson is the real deal. I've met this gentleman, who is trying to hang on to his family lands in the face of environmentally-devastating and shitstain-ugly mountaintop removal. West Virginia is gorgeous country, but there are huge sections being transformed into a flat, dangerous mess . . . Seriously, what I've seen and studied is so damn ( Read more... )

From the Reuters story on "Talk Like a Pirate Day":

A Brazilian fan even sent a letter of support in a bottle while one overjoyed Argentinian whose birthday falls on the same day said "It will be difficult to talk in Spanish like pirates but we will try."

I guess that's because they keep rolling their ARRRRRRHs.

Now the freakshow is coming to town.

I realize the height of futility is the Internet petition (otherwise HBO would have brought Carnivale back). But at least it beats my Plan A, which involved running over Fred Phelps with a Chrysler.

I love my car.

Everything was really quiet around here, considering the influx of people for the convocation. The outskirts were like a ghost town, except for the lines of students in school colors. I was in the 460 business district, right next door to Blacksburg; everything had kind of a strange and surreal quality. Outside a clothing store, clerks were ( Read more... )

Oh my god he killed 22 people.

( I have a secret . . . )

Some people would say it's none of my business. But it still hurts to see something die.

It always will.

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