Ted Rall is still an idiot a font of hate.* *updated for precision.
June 8, 2004
June 8, 2004
UN-der pressure
Oh goody. Now the Iraqis can enjoy cheese, vodka, bratwurst, and a fortune cookie with their freedom. They must be so pleased.
June 8, 2004
A Poem by William Carlos Williams, revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004
so much depends upon a red professional-grade, liver-colored wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white Country Buffet Restaurant, chickens. where Michael Moore waits to be wheeled back to his limo, the fat hack
June 8, 2004
It must be love ‘cause I feel so dumb! (or, where have you gone, Alfred Lutter?)
Love, demystified: Among other areas, parts of the pre-frontal cortex — a bit of the brain towards the front and implicated in social judgment — seems to get switched off when we are in love and when we love our children, as do areas linked with the experience of negative emotions such as aggression and fear as well as planning. The parts of the brain deactivated form a network which
June 8, 2004
Brad Hamilton has a question for the universe
Hamilton: “Doesn’t anybody fucking knock any more…?”
June 8, 2004
You won’t find these vying for the Democratic Vice Presidential nomination in 2004
Oversized notecards (lined) Flea Michelin Starcross MS2 Medium-Soft Terrain Tires The post hoc ergo propter hoc fallacy Gum “Hello, Larry” (the complete first season) Donkey Kong Roasted bell pepper salsa with cilantro and lime Former White Sox slugger Ron Kittle Beets
June 8, 2004
If protein wisdom were a Nathanael West novel, it would be
Day of the Locust. With Miss Lonelyhearts and The Dream Life of Balso Snell running a close second and third. Obviously.
June 8, 2004
A note from Roman Polanski
“The ‘Claire Quilty poem.’ Heh. That’s just priceless. Priceless.”