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George W. Bush Today
I don't know, would be interesting to get the stats on her approval ratings. I bet they went up for that factory farm Thanksgiving interview, when she was standing there smiling in front of those turkeys being slaughtered or drained of blood. I also can't forget that one because of the way she ruined the little (written by Ben Franklin?) pardon speech by reading it in such a flat and hurried monotone, clearly wanting to get back to Neiman Marcus for another $4000 short-waisted jacket.— April 24, 2009 7:42 p.m.
A Cop and Contestant in a Pagaent
I know, huh. Don't get me started on linguistic inexactness. Anyway, they should have pressed the issue, and asked her if she was referring to inter-species marriage rights, like a cat marrying a dog.— April 24, 2009 7:37 p.m.
Celebrity Idiots -- The Jamie Fox and Hulk Hogan Edition
The first thing I relieve my online students of at the "door" is the LOL habit. Texting language isn't appropriate for school or business communications, but besides that, it just doesn't communicate anything genuine. Am I to believe that the other person is constantly laughing out loud? If something does actually makes me laugh out loud, I want to commend it profusely, with words that do the experience some credit! "Lecture" over. That doesn't mean I seethe at the very sight of LOL--unless a student writes it after the initial reprimand. I'll just say that it would be so much cooler if everyone would take the time to write it out: "I am currently writhing in mirth under the table, with a bottle of Smirnoff."— April 24, 2009 7:34 p.m.
What have you done that most people haven't?
I don't care--that had to sting a little! You're right about me, lallaw! I wouldn't date my man until he was able to provide solid documentation to certify that he was a thin-skinned, integrity-uncompromising, and totally unheard of writer. You see, I had to make sure he wouldn't sell out or make any money by accident :) I will say that jerks are jerks, and no amount of power or money is going to draw me into that kind of mindset. Let's just say, hypothetically, that I could have learned this lesson after I could have been nearly date-raped by the former owner of a very big radio station.— April 24, 2009 3:53 p.m.
A Cop and Contestant in a Pagaent
Six Feet Under is one of my all-time favorites. What made you think of it?— April 24, 2009 3:45 p.m.
What have you done that most people haven't?
You were pursued by a sleazy multi-level marketing scam kingpin, and you didn't go for it! Damn, lallaw, we could all be having this conversation on a yacht in the Aegean right now! Way to go with the morals, girlfriend!— April 24, 2009 3:33 p.m.
Electric Cigarettes, Cyrus, Homeless, Chinese...Something offensive for everyone!
Mike & Josh, I'm sure you already noticed, but as I wrote: "As a guilty smoker who hates to bother anyone, and who carries around the smelly stubs rather than litter,..." and as an environmentally-aware individual as well as guilty smoker, I have for a while carried a small pouch with a strong foil-like lining, purchased at an Asian dollar store (to bring back the Asian theme, how clever!). It has hilarious little instructions on the lining, like "FOR FOLLOWING USE WHERE LOCAL GOVERNMENT DICTATES" or something like it. Btw, if you are ever blue and in need of a cheer-up, head on over to an Asian dollar store to read the gift wrap. English words are considered decoration by many Asians, just as Asian characters are by English speakers. So anyway, you can extinguish your smoke in the pouch, and it's all good. Of course, nicotine is a still a pollutant, too. It makes me physically sick to see all of the butts littering our beaches, oceans, and parks, and one more reason to simply hate "people." Anyway, I was once walking down Gilman Drive on the UCSD campus, and happened to toss down a cig in the gutter. When I used to litter butts back in my feckless 20s, I still kept it to gutters, thinking for some misguided reason that this was the way to go because the trash trucks would come along and sweep them up. I'm on my cell talking to my man, and I hear behind me this "EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME, YOU DROPPED SOMETHING!!!" I'm walking fast, deep conversation about some issue with my man, so off-guard and unawares of what is about to befall me. I stop and turn around, questioning. This self-important little troll of a man with beard in business-casual is fuming and foaming at the mouth, pointing at the offending cigarette, lying back in the gutter. He starts a high-decibel rant about my littering, and actually screams that he bets I start forest fires. He gets in my face. Accusations grow wilder. I ended up literally shaking and holding my hands and cell phone out in front of my face, scared this guy is going to attack me. I told him that if he didn't back off, I was going to call campus police, and darted glances around me for potential aid. Students wandered by, unconcerned. Btw, UCSD undergraduates are, for the most part, such complacent, mild, sheeplike herd creatures that it would take a nuclear meltdown or at least a real cap popped in their asses to get any reaction from them. I finally put some distance between me and this crazy person, who eventually stomped off in the direction of the biomedical library. I stood there feeling wounded; all of my efforts to be socially and materially aware disregarded. I will not say that that little troll changed my policies, but that the decision to not litter butts came logically, in the progression of my values, and desire to leave less personal impact on the planet.— April 24, 2009 3:24 p.m.
Celebrity Idiots -- The Jamie Fox and Hulk Hogan Edition
Thanks Ovod for the encouragement! We should all aspire to your levels of fitness and wellbeing. I'll be happy if I can accomplish 1/4 of it. Oh, and I would hang one of your lovely images on my bedroom wall, like a poster, but don't think the husband would go for that :)— April 24, 2009 2:51 p.m.
Celebrity Idiots -- The Jamie Fox and Hulk Hogan Edition
Ovod, the idiomatic term "poster child" refers to one who is a prime or perfect example of something. "Poster" gives the idea of the quintessential image to represent that thing. Jack LaLanne, for example, is the "poster child" for good health and fitness in one's old age. George Hamilton, for example, was the "poster child" for over-tanning in 1980s Hollywood.— April 24, 2009 2:45 p.m.
George W. Bush Today
Obviously I did not, by any stretch of the imagination, mean to include the razor-sharp likes of you in that last sentence, lallaw ;)— April 24, 2009 2:38 p.m.