I’d like to, I really would—and I know you’re going to think this another of my lame excuses—but the truth is, the armadillo watched the unrated director’s cut of Demonlover last night, and now I can’t get him out of the bathroom. The Dasypodidaeic perv. But here. Here’s a proxy jig. **** update: AS A CITIZEN JOURNALIST I REFUSE TO BE OBJECTIFIED!*
February 4, 2005
A sphincterssayswhat?
From Reason’s “Brickbats,” March 2005: As a judge, Antonio Mareiro gets to be called “Your Honor” or “Your Excellency” in court. The Brazillian jurist liked it so much, he went to court and won an order granting him the right to be called by those terms even outside of court. Anyone in his Rio de Janeiro neighborhood who slips and calls him by his name risks being fined. I was
Breaking: Churchill’s fate known?
Former UC staffer Robert Hayes at “Let’s Try Freedom” receives an internal university message and from the subtext concludes Ward Churchill will likely be shitcanned. My thoughts here. **** update: I take it Ace and I disagree. **** update 2: Bryan S. at AWS corrects certain misconceptions about tax payer entitlement with regard to professors and universities.
Milestones, 7
My son, who turns 13 months Superbowl Sunday, has learned to clap—and he generally does so with the kind of unabashed glee reserved for children, the mentally challenged, and Michael Moore in a room made from cotton candy and thinly sliced corn beef. Which is why I was surprised when—in the middle of the President’s SOTU address the other night—he began booing mentions of Social Security reform. I’m not going
Thirty-sixth in a series of real-time empirical observations
In the time it takes you to read this post, Air America’s Janeane Garofalo—fresh off the 694th media appearance in which she’s compared Republicans to Nazis and American soldiers to misled dupes drunk on adrenalin—will slip into a pair of fashionable clogs and prepare to take a taxi from her Upper West Side apartment to her favorite Soho Indian restaurant, where she’ll sip cardamom tea—never fearing for one moment that
My sixteenth brief conversation with a McIntosh apple
me: “Ted Kennedy is such an ass!”* apple: “Yup.” me: apple: me: “Well. That was easy enough.” apple: “Hey, when you’re right, you’re right.”
red pills found behind the sofa cushions, prolepsis 8
When debriefing a potentially compromised beet, the careful examiner will pay special attention to the condition of the attatched foliage, where any edge burn or crystalline damage to the cellular structure of the leaves could signal a low-grade Magnoliophyta trauma of the kind commonly found in angiosperms having undergone graduated, temperature-intense torture regimens. Should the examiner notice such physical peculiarities in his subject, he is advised to secure the beet
