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A Cop and Contestant in a Pagaent
Maybe by "opposite" marriage she meant when your folks don't approve. Or a Yentl kind of situation. Look, this is almost Miss America we are talking about here. She is not to be second guessed.— April 25, 2009 12:10 p.m.
What have you done that most people haven't?
Nope, not going there with them kinda specifics! I WILL say that this was about 13 years ago, and it wasn't really a date. I went to a club, waiting outside with some friends, and by the time we got in the music was too loud, and I was tired. My friends knew this person (actually someone close to me knows this guy still, and reports on him now and then) so I allowed him to drive me home. To be polite, I invited him in. I had a movie to watch for my French class the next day, so suggested this.) He did speak French too, said sure, sat next to me on the couch. I let him take my hand. He then proceeded to take the situation as some kind of open invitation to start mauling me. I was free, white and 25 but just not into it, and eventually got him to the door, where he was still arguing his case, and pushing back at the door. I got the door locked and he left immediately. Twenty-five years-olds don't necessarily have the boundaries enjoyed by thirty-five year-olds, but allowing a guy to take your hand during a movie shouldn't invite a cavalcade of "hello!" I know it was nearly date rape because I had that shaky feeling after he left--still scared. No moment of regret when I infrequently hear how he's doing.— April 25, 2009 11:55 a.m.
Letters
Ah, go ta bed, Aw-chie.— April 25, 2009 2:42 a.m.
Letters
"And ya knew who you were then...goils were goils and men were men..." Chaos Rabbit should rename himself Archie Bunker.— April 25, 2009 2:29 a.m.
Reader writers' favorite drinks and where they drink them
My point exactly, with a bad joke. Will have to check out Hemmingson's book.— April 25, 2009 2:03 a.m.
Celebrity Idiots -- The Jamie Fox and Hulk Hogan Edition
Trust me, Josh. He has the body of the Hulkster. Ovod, re: post #89 Absolutely, point well taken. Your vigilance takes as much if not more determination as my slothdom! I used to go to the downtown YMCA here in San Diego, and there was a man there who taught me to properly use some of the weight machines. Big hale, hearty, ruddy fellow with a shock of white hair, a ready smile and handshake--not just another skeezy downtown lawyer hitting on the girls between lat pulls. Worked out as strenuously as some people blog on these sites (myself fast becoming one of the latter :). Anyway, the guy teaches me to use the machines, and about working all of the complex abdominal muscles. He is there day after day after day until I take a month off, sick. I come back to the gym, go to the front desk to show my gym pass and whammo! There's a picture of him sitting on the desk with a donation cup. I ask what happened. He died of a fatal tumor, a random brain cancer. Did he know? Yes. Why, then, did he go to the gym day after day, improving his body, knowing his brain had other plans? Maybe you have the best answer, Ovod. But you've encouraged me--as soon as I am feeling better and get a good night's sleep-- to take out that mini-trampoline and bounce my way to vibrant health.— April 25, 2009 12:37 a.m.
Thieving Trio Surprised
Uh, huh. With a passing fondness for anagram as well as some French, I did have this one figured out.— April 25, 2009 12:20 a.m.
Police Officer Shootings
Hey SpliffAdamz, thanks for writing back, and I do hear you on your initial statements about oppressors and oppressees. At the least, we are not a nation of terribly introspective folk, and history class was just like, so *boring,* right? It sounds like you had a great ethics teacher, and that you are serving as a kind of radical wrench to keep all of our eyes on the prize. Bravo. Spliff, you say you are color blind. With your statement below and elsewhere, I am just curious. What color do you think joshb is? "joshb you are not even worth listen to because you are an azz kisser of the government that brought your ancestors over here and has treated them like shyt up until the day i wrote this blog."— April 25, 2009 12:02 a.m.
Reader writers' favorite drinks and where they drink them
There's plenty of anecdotal evidence on a link between creativity and use of alcohol and mind-altering drugs--check out fin de siecle opiate-infused novellas and novels. More in your area, refried: Carver's alcoholism might have been fueled in part by Gordon Lish's excisions of his drafts...— April 24, 2009 10:36 p.m.
Reader writers' favorite drinks and where they drink them
There is a commercial for some local pottery store with a Austin Powers impersonator. Maybe they hired him. I'm still really looking for a good Pisco sour, anyone? Angostura bitters seem hard to find, so (gasp) many local bars, if they even make them, omit this ingredient...— April 24, 2009 7:49 p.m.