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Boyd
Hey quilly, actually wasn't thinking with the critic's cap on--just as a cat lover who knows that at such levels of upset, they are usually foaming at the mouth, and anything but obliging--or peckish ;) Anyway, the antics of all three of you are hilari-mouse. Don't get caught at work, dude! If you are, show them your check for $500 and tell them how appreciated your work is 'elsewhere.' So, congrats on that win--another good one!— January 16, 2010 1:08 a.m.
Hell to the No
If the wallet's on the nightstand, Mr. Fish, I'll fillet your briny tail ;)— January 16, 2010 12:53 a.m.
No I.D., No Comment
re: #18: What #19 said. "Skittlin' Kittle" should be his regular handle. ;)— January 16, 2010 12:45 a.m.
Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
Wow, thanks NQaD! That compliment vies with anything eloquent you've bestowed on the Brizz, and I know we are both grateful for them. ;) I do wish that the Brizz and others I've known under the spell of demon drink would realize that they really do have a choice still in the matter, and that drinking-related problems can sometimes be reversed. It saddens me to see so many alcoholics give up on their bodies, when I would give anything to have that choice to stop the pain! Addiction's tough, but it can be beat back--I've seen it happen, too. Speaking of blogs, have you considered starting one here? Mine are few and far, but it does feel good to do it. My next will deal with the perplexing mystery of the MIL/DIL relationship, or lack thereof. :)— January 16, 2010 12:05 a.m.
Wal-Mart's Sam's Club to Close Vista Store
re: #48: Mr. Fish payin' good of late--fool leaves the wallet on the nightstand--can you imagine! Get while the gettins good, Kid.— January 15, 2010 11:56 p.m.
The Tragedy of the Chicken
Geez, Shane, that sucks. I'm proud of everyone here so far--no one has made the stupid comment. I'll offer a story to cheer us all up: My cousin and her fiance were driving on the 5 fwy near the border, when something small and white suddenly fluttered by their windshield. A huge truck packed tall with white feathered bodies had careened by. Being compassionate folk, they pulled over, to find a young female chicken huddled just off the road. Selena had fallen off a truck bound for the slaughterhouse; they took her back to their house in Costa Mesa and nursed her to health (I won't say "back" to health--remember, she was on her way from factory farm to slaughter at another) in their small but pleasantly grassy back yard. Selena grew up with a bevy of fat kittens cavorting and gamboling in her ways, and like Shane's young chick, she kept these naifs in line with the occasional application of beak or claw. She lived a long, happy life of few events, save the backyard ceremony we conducted to celebrate the nuptials of my cousins. We swore Selena danced when her namesake was played at the reception. Fin. Exeunt Selena, but not her spirit. I can't understand, though, while I am still the only one who will not eat chicken in this family ;(— January 15, 2010 11:40 p.m.
No I.D., No Comment
re: #14: Mr. Fish, there must be some mistake--there are only twenty-dollar bills in this wallet! Oh, thank you, sir! We'll be sure to get the Rite-Aid brand of formula, and yes, sir, we will away to JC Penney immediately for those man-sized bibs. ;)— January 15, 2010 11:25 p.m.
No I.D., No Comment
"a provocative local voice." Fred, do we exist on the same planet? The same plane, even? Provocative local voice. That's what Fallbrookians thought of Metzger, too. Dang, folks, we lost a provocative local voice, y'all! Now, who is going to speak our deepest, darkest (pardon the pun!) desires and hatreds? Give me a f'in break. Whose ass were YOU paid to kiss with that statement, for reals, now?— January 15, 2010 11:22 p.m.
Sorry, Citizen Journalist
PS: Carolyn, I made my point, and don't wish to carry on an argument that would become increasingly toothless for both of us. I just wanted to say that the important thing is obviously what you discovered about the city not speaking with the Reader as policy. That is good work, and yes, deserves more coverage.— January 15, 2010 5:56 p.m.
Sorry, Citizen Journalist
You are sure big on titles, Ms. Carolyn. Perhaps why you decided to be "with" the Reader? ;) Arguing your intention? Nope. Your words are your words. You said you were "with" the Reader, and went on to represent the Reader, even though not representing the Reader would have been to your benefit as a journalist, and even though a stringer is not "with" the Reader. I am not reading anything into your words; again, they are right there in off-gray and white. Yeah, f'd up sentence. I wrote quickly, then tried to correct it, so why you're harping on it isn't clear.— January 15, 2010 5:52 p.m.