. . . and thereby having value in a system of free enterprise.

All things being equal-and they are not-a person could be excused for thinking that a service industry might be compelled to make choices for the benefit of its patrons, as the good in which that industry trades is, strangely, service. And air travel is, in fact, such an industry.

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I would really like to have been in the room when they were coming up with the events for the original American Gladiators. And naming them.

I think I would have married the man who decided to have grownups seriously battle each other from inside giant metal hamster balls. And I would have wanted to BE the one who came up with the name "Atlasphere ( Read more... )

Given that Facebook apps are (mostly) viral, obnoxious, worthless pieces of junk, one might reasonably expect that they'd all follow the same quiz/contest/widget/game/zombie-thing formula. I'm pleased to report that Facebook has at long last evolved meta-useless meta-apps, in essence, as revealed by Unfriender.

In case you a) live under a rock and ( Read more... )

But I don't care.

So, okay, I also have a reality TV addiction, I mean besides the fact that I watch teen melodramas like I'm fourteen and wearing a training bra. And I have to admit that it DOES NOT matter how many iterations MTV and VH1 can come up with: I will always, always believe in the celebrity bachelor(ette) show.

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2007 has been the Year of Blergh. In so many ways. The editorial We are hoping for a better 2008. Although some things are written in stone (I will, for instance, be turning 24 without fail, and neither time nor tide can stop me from watching a terrible awful lot of bad television) here are some resolutions that may help the rest of the year along:

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There is so much jargon in this job posting, I think my head might explode.

And because the above link will eventually expire, here are highlights, with the most Orwellian bits further accented in RED (emphasis and inconsistencies of punctuation are sic):

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A lot of you have been asking me what it's like in Charlottesville. This is, I suppose, an excellent question, as the likelihood that any of you have ever or will ever visit this quaint city slides closer to NIL with each passing year.

In partial answer to that question, please find below a recent survey of the C-ville Biota, courtesy of a stroll ( Read more... )

3. Mister Peanut's penis car
I shouldn't have to explain this, but I fear I must. It's not enough that a peanut with a top hat, monocle, and spats should have to drive himself about town, but to be so clearly overcompensating is really too much. Since it can't be believed, here is a photo:


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But first, a poll:


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So I rediscovered my high-school blog, composed largely in days of yore so distant that I refer to it as a "web diary" (and use British conventions of punctuations, affectedly). This unearthing revealed to me the extent to which college-nay, NYU in particular-ruined my writing. I wish I could still write like this, and that's pathetic ( Read more... )