I’m not gonna click it…I’m not gonna click it…I’m not gonna click it…

19fucking95 and just now being brought into the naked light of day? Sure has been effective, eh? Talk about a stealth campaign…

19fucking95 and just now being brought into the naked light of day? Sure has been effective, yeah? Talk about a stealth campaign…

One day when I was in fourth grade (1959ish), the teacher left the room during lunch and asked me to make sure everybody behaved and let her know if anyone didn’t. I wrote Dwight’s name on the board for taking a volume of the encyclopedia out of the bookcase without permission.

If these super-sleuths have even an iota of self-awareness, they should feel as bad about themselves as I do about ratting out Dwight’s evil quest to learn in a classroom.

What a bunch of…somethings. The English language doesn’t seem to have an appropriate word to describe them.

IF they are all Andrew Breitbart now, who’s going to be John Galt?

I am so confused…

Technical, Mr. B, after voiding their bladders, they would be Ecopalians…Episcopalians without the piss (I have waited decades, DECADES I tell you, to work that joke in somewhere…thank you).

So the Sharks and Jets are having a rumble in the playground and the Sharks are using motorcycle chains and knives on the unarmed Jets but one of the Jets has the temerity to throw a handful of sand into the face of one of the Sharks and Mr. Revkin calls “Foul play, sir, foul play!”?

I despair, I really do despair…

I know the oxygen in this thread has pretty much been used up but I can’t help but share something I noticed when I revisited MacArdle’s kitchen epic (I was just trying to find the name of a cleaner one of her commenters recommended for using on grout…honest).

Read only the first sentence or phrase of each paragraph of her tome consecutively. Incredibly (or not), the full meaning (and by “meaning” I mean “excuse to grind through her tortured prose”) of the piece remains intact. Perhaps I should point this out to her editor, assuming she has one.

Anyhow, back to Shakira…

Thanks for the referral, Hat and yes, such touching comments. It was indeed heartbreaking to read them which is why I could only force myself through about a quarter of them. My favorite of those I read:

“Grandmothers of Alaska Unite! Bring our knitting needles and our bifocals and march.”

Can you say “Hell’s Grannies”?

As a Bronco’s fan since 1970, I am oh-so conflicted about the situation… love to see them win but….

It really is the football factor as far as I am concerned. The jesusy stuff will just add to the shadenfreude when the inevitable decline of the Tebow happens. Then, where will the Broncos be? Instead of using this time to get/develop a true quarterback, they are wasting it on a sideshow.

The only upside I see is that the longer TT keeps playing, the longer until he “retires” and winds up as an announcer with one of the networks (shall we guess which one?).

Oh yeah, I forgot to comment on how horribly sucky the CBS announcers of the game were. I hope they have cleaned the jiz off their chins.

I guess that the good news is that we will have Tebow to kick around for a little while longer.

As much as I dislike the guy, his accomplishments lucky escapes today weren’t as depressing as the fact that my fantasy football opponent had him as QB and is looking to send me reeling to defeat and a 3-4 record.

Not only that, I suspect that at lunch tomorrow, I will have to get up and leave even earlier than I usually do owing to the inane blathering of one of my co-workers who, because he went to U of F for one complete semester before flunking out, is the most obnoxious Florida/Tebow booster it is my displeasure to have to endure.

Go Bears!!

You don’t understand…THEY have to supply the sand (or Himalayan Sea Salt…no, that will dissolve…) to fill the bags. And, the bags are only provided to secure their own tiny plot of Galtonia. McMMcS brought those bags into existence by sheer force of will, the (any) government agency involved being simply an expediting projection of the demands of the free market.

QED

A reply by Prof (the Blog) to one of his comments:

“Obama with a boom box? Your racist stereotypes need to be updated.”

I took the gif to show Obama pretending to be someone he’s not (like in the update). But fine – gif gone.

WTF??!

Chicks who can play guitar while singing…sigh…

6 is the new eleventy billion: noted, thanks.

Taibbi is my new favorite. I do not buy many books (I am a library kinda guy) but this one I have. I do not really know why I feel compelled to read it but I do. I can only get through small bits at a time…the prospect of the long, steep slide into the abyss is just too heart-crushingly painful to contemplate. I tell the high school students I teach that I would not take their place for anything and I am sorry about the state of the world being left to them. Despair, doom and depression…talk about the world in 3-D.

P.S. I had to go back and take out any apostrophes as they would all show up preceded by three slashes in preview. Me or the internets?

Cool beans about the VP promo. Most of those scenes were shot along the Colorado river, through Glenwood Canyon (way before the interstate update) and just above Fruita and Grand Junction. Ah, the good (bad) old days.

Enjoy the soccer, the scenery, the lack of moisture in the air, the hundreds of miles traveling through Edward Abbey country (I hope you are taking at least one of his books) and the nicest people in the world whose worldview you most definitely do NOT want to know.

We’ll be just fine while you are gone.