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A Lively Senior Moment
an 88-year-old had a heart attack and died, crashing his car into a guard rail on the 163 going into downtown. please, let's take old peoples drivers licenses.— August 7, 2009 5:10 p.m.
Military/Flag News Stories (and yes, Michael Jackson)
(sung to Cheap Trick)...The flag police, they've climbed up on the pole The flag police, they're shouting I'm an a--hole! Oh no! Well storyteller, I used to say the very same thing. That when someone settles a lawsuit financially, that doesn't admit guilt. For example, Kobe giving that woman a million bucks. It doesn't mean he raped her, as she claimed. It might just mean, he doesn't want the case going to court, with his wife and everyone else, hearing about how he approached her. Asked her to come up to his room, and who knows what else. And, had Michael Jackson told his attorney "I did not molest this kid. But, I let him sleep in my bed. And, at one point I cuddled with him." The lawyer might've said..."Uh, Mike. Let's just give them $20 million to go away. No jury is going to believe an adult male just lets a boy sleep in the bed and doesn't molest them." So, the jury is out on that, storyteller. But here is what we do know about Jackson. He gave alcohol to kids. He was inappropriate with kids (letting them sleep in your bed is inappropriate). He showed pictures of nude people to children (against the law). This is hardly someone you lower the flag for. I wouldn't even want the flag lowered for a person like Meryl Streep, one of my favorite actresses, and someone that has never run afoul of the law. If you're a big Jackson fan...go see the Michael Jackson tribute band that's playing Saturday night. They're supposed to be amazing. It's at the House of Blues. If you and your husband go, I'll buy the first round of drinks (or...as Michael called it with his little boys..."Jesus juice").— August 7, 2009 3:18 p.m.
Lindsay White
Dang it, Russ. I never know about those things. I mean...it used to be "stewartess" and now it's "flight attendant." It used to be "actor" and "actress" but now, you often here both sexes called "actors". Same with "poets". I figured hero was the same. (In my best singing voice): Did you ever know that you're my heroine...." (also, that word looks too much like the drug...I'm sticking with hero).— August 7, 2009 11:04 a.m.
Plant Singers, Big Cheese
Good one, Kriste. Hey Simber, I've heard sci-fi geeks before say that very thing (I'm not saying you're a geek). But, what about this. When we see the Death Star blow up and we hear the cool explosion...Or, we see one of the bad guys space ships blow up in fight with Luke Skywalker, and we hear it. Well...what if we are hearing it from the point of view of the people INSIDE the space station/space fighter? Obviously, they are showing it to us from the outside, where it would be silent out in space (much as the silence worked well, and was just as powerful, in 2001). Just something to think about.— August 7, 2009 11:01 a.m.
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Well Russ...I'm the type of person that, a woman coming up to me telling me she wanted to sleep with me for "revenge reasons,"...it would throw me way off my game. I'd be consumed by that statement. I'm not even into redheads, but lets say it was Amy Adams, or Ann-Margret in her prime. Two red-heads that I think are hot. I'd be kissing them, and as I slowly started kissing their neck, and they moan out in ectasy, I'd whisper..."What do you mean that yuo're sleeping with me only to tick off your ex-husband?" They would get mad and say, "Well...why are you bringing that up now?" I'd want them to answer just that one question and they'd say, "Well...he once met you at a party, and just said you were so annoying and goofy. So I knew me sleeping with you would really upset him." And with that...I'd be done. I'd stand up and say "I can't believe you married that idiot! He thinks he's so trendy with his goofy goatee and...and...what's with the Smith's bumper sticker? Is he 20? That sticker might've been cool in like, 1989." And she'd get mad at me saying "Do you want to sleep with me or what?" And I'd say, "No. You're an idiot, just like your ex-husband. You guys were perfect for each other." And she'd tell me he was right about me and.... well...I think I've said way more than I should've on this subject.— August 7, 2009 10:57 a.m.
Helping the Homeless
Oh well, I can tell you where the best Mexican food is. There's Chuey's...but, can't remember where that is. Somewhere downsouth. Tio Leo's has a few great restaurants, one off of Morena Blvd. El Indio, near the airport. The best chips. For "fast food" style, too many to list. Albertos and Sombreros are always a good bet. My favorite fajitas are at 'Canes in Mission Beach, which you wouldn't think of for Mexican food. They also have these amazing refried beans. Usually, I have no problem with chain restaurants. But with Mexican food, I only like El Torrito. I don't care for Chevy's or On the Border. In fact, the salsa at Border is like hot sauce, not salsa!!! Escondido has a lot of small Mexican places that are all pretty good. Chula Vista has a lot that I didn't care much for. Oh...and RADICALGOD: the reason I don't want homeless buying booze and cigarettes with money I give them, well...because it's the same reason if I smoked cigarettes, I wouldn't want to just give random stranges a cigarette. They cost me money!!! I don't need to give random people money to support their bad habits. There's a difference between helping someone get their next meal. Or helping someone support a drug habit. But that reminds me of a bit George Carlin used to say. He would hand homeless people money and say, "I'll only give you this money, if you promise me you'll buy booze with it. I don't want to find out you went and bought soup or something like that."— August 7, 2009 10:47 a.m.
Big Names Making Big Bucks -- Eli Manning and Paula Abdul
Thanks. I hate the picture. I was up until 4 a.m. the night before, and that was 6 a.m. I had gone into a radio station to be interviewed about something, and was walking down the hall, and Paula was walking down the other end of the hall to do an interview with a few other Clear Channel radio stations. She took a few photos with people, so I jumped in. I looked like crap, and was wearing me glasses. I usually like to do the Ron Howard thing, and wear a cool baseball cap to cover the receeding hairline. She looked up at me and said "You're tall." I wanted to say, "Uh...I'm only 6'1. I think it's just that you're short." I didn't. She then said, "I like to snuggle during pictures, is that okay?" And I said, "Sure." And she gave me this big bear hug, and burried her head in my chest. When she was finished, this photo was snapped, just as she quit hugging me. Very nice in person. Gotta say though...the few clips I've seen of her as a judge on that show...she's awful. Even when she goes on other shows to talk about Idol, she sounds ridiculous.— August 7, 2009 9:35 a.m.
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I'm all for getting revenge, even in that fashion, lipstick. But, it would be unfortunate if the ex-wife than did something that involved hurting the kids. Meaning, not letting him see the kids. Or fighting with him in front of the kids. Because now, they have to suffer, all because you wanted "revenge".— August 7, 2009 1:41 a.m.
Lindsay White
Lindsay's my new hero. Although I was a bit disappointed when I got the Gnarls Barkley...I do dig the Amy Winehouse, and Blood on the Tracks is not only my favorite Dylan record, it's actually the only one I like! How can anyone even listen to anything else by a guy that sounds like a clothes pin is strapped to his schnozz? Of course, she failed to mention the two best songs on the album: Tangled up in Blue and Shelter from the Storm. And a basketball fan, too! I challenge her to a free throw contest. Or a game of H-O-R-S-E.— August 7, 2009 1:35 a.m.
Another John Bobbitt?
See Pete, this is another great thing about guys. We can concede defeat. I've yet to see a woman on these boards, admit to being wrong about something. I have no clue as to why. Nothing wrong with getting facts wrong, or thinking about your take on an issue, and having others explain why you're wrong. And coming back and saying "Yeah, you guys are right."— August 7, 2009 1:27 a.m.