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imagiste commented on the diary post Hey Jack S. Schmidt: Will Nugent Comply with Weapons Ban at Pima County Fair? by spocko.
Probationers are allowed guns?
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imagiste commented on the blog post You Know Who Else Was Short And Made The Trains Run On Time?
Agreed. Wanker? Frotteur? And I suppose frottagist while milling in the crowded cocktail party. All too much credit. Simply a man with a privilege-dulled axe to grind.
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imagiste commented on the blog post Sunday Late Night: Will the WaPo0 Kill Its Stupid-Committee Deadline Clock?
The shorter the time, the more we are in it, or of it. My 80 year old father has a slew of timers –what is the collective noun? a dread? a doomsday?–scattered around the house that he sets to keep himself busy, focused, undistracted: the annoying bruxating half-broken buzz of the oven timer for cheese toast and boiling water; the digital timer by his armchair that pierces both Dad’s ear buds and tympanic membrane like a carbon monoxide alarm but does meritorious service in alerting him to the dangers of excessive surfing –that the oven timer has been buzzing dutifully for some time, that his toast is carbonized panko, that the coffee pot has boiled dry; or the tomato. The tomato, a 30 minute timer, graded in minutes that sometimes refuses to sound no matter the interval. That if set for 30 has never been closer than 26:23 on the short side, but has broken the 32 minute barrier when tardy. My father has sought to correct the temporal infidelity of this tomato through surgery. I have seen it etherized upon the kitchen table, sometimes for days, in a state of disassembly: split in two on sterile field with springs, gears, posts exposed or removed, with tiny snips, screw drivers, pliers, nail files, and a small tin of 3-in-1 oil at the ready. After all this effort, the tomato achieved the rude mechanical equivalent of an accurately elapsed 15 minutes, then reverted to prior form. There are several others.
Before your buzzer goes off about my father’s state of mind, I should add that as a boy, he played a prank on an older sister by rebuilding her Baby Ben to run backward. His skill in tinkering with time is unmatched in our family. My mother dreams of a good rain–when she will bag the timers up and drown them in the flood channel.
But I digress. Something about social media and the anti-climactic meta-reveal. It’s a weak dramatic tension. The audience knows the outcome prior to checking their coats. We regret having bought tickets; we watch out of obligation. Anyway, the parking’s already paid. Then we’ll go out for a good gelato and espresso. Teddy, you’re so right.
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imagiste commented on the blog post Bishops Sacrifice a Lawyer to Continue Attacks on Women and LGBT Rights
Leaves falling in a stream become fish; on the ground, frogs and toads.
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imagiste commented on the blog post Right-Wingers Horrified to Discover That Conservative Movement is Seriously Crazy
In response to the GOP and their presidential circle ‘work’
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,
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imagiste commented on the blog post Prop 8 Supporters Try to Gay-Bait Vaughn Walker in New Appeal
I suspect these shenanigans have little to do with Prop 8.
That and the attempt to defend DOMA are meant to keep the religious right interested in politics until 2012.All to keep froth in the right wing spittle.
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imagiste commented on the blog post Prop 8 Supporters Try to Gay-Bait Vaughn Walker in New Appeal
What!? The motion didn’t include
10 pounds sh.. v. 5 pound bag.
How sloppy.
