So I'm at home and the TV's on MSNBC, there's that middle-of-the-day news churn going on. Within about five minutes, I get these two treats ( Read more... )

Shoe shopping with the kids today made me realize something, because my brain is always hungry for a new analogy. I'll set the context for what I'm talking about first ( Read more... )

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Although the fate of tonight's presidential debate in Mississippi remains very much up in the air, John McCain has apparently already won it -- if you believe an Internet ad an astute reader spotted next to this piece in the online edition of the Wall Street Journal ( Read more... )

What the fuck is with the Internet and shitty grammar? It’s all over the place. I’m not talking about personal blogs or… forums or anything like that. If you want to comment on a ESPN.com story with indecipherable language, go for it. Frankly, it adds a zesty ‘Net flavor and makes it easier to skip over opinions of obvious morons while skimming ( Read more... )

I think the greatest charity in the world exists between smokers. I don't think I've ever denied or been denied a cigarette when in need. It's odd that people are at their most giving when they're giving each other cancer. But it's almost like an unwritten bond. Parking lot attendants are almost always douchebags, especially on UF campus, so ( Read more... )

So, I'm not going to go through the list, but on such topics as ( Read more... )

It's just one of those days, where you read the entirety of a webcomic's backlog. I recognize that probably nobody but me has these kind of days ( Read more... )

I've been having recurring dreams about zombies. I always have to go out on some errand, and my car breaks down, and I have to get a new car because there are zombies running around trying to kill me ( Read more... )

You know what would be lame? Facing the prospect of writing your memoirs with the same procrastination as other writing tasks. Because presumably you'd be old by then and maybe you put it off so long that you die and your life ends up being unverified by literary means ( Read more... )

For the bulk of the Republican National Convention buzz tonight, Desiré suggested a drinking game of taking a shot every time someone mentions McCain's POW story. Not wanting to commit liquid suicide, I suggested a tamer version of the game that ruled one shot for every black person spotted in attendance. I have fond childhood memories of "Where' ( Read more... )