my version of sanity Clever, Maso. I'm stealing your line and there's nothing you can do about it. I don
Angloesque
Why is it that those who have never had children think they are qualified to provide child-rearing advice? I just went through an experience last weekend that ought to qualify me to give child-rearing advice; namely, comparing me to a certain mother I met meant I had more brains than she or any of her c
Ugh. Worst. Day. Ever. Today I had my first performance evaluation / coming-out-of-training / let-us-see-how-you’re-doing / YOU-SUCK evaluation. I actually don’t suck—not completely. But I have made a few mistakes, and those seemed to be the highlight of our rectangular-table discussion. Boss: Well, let me start by saying
Too bad I had watched it by the time I read this post. Too bad? Why, did you quit watching too? (Drat! Foiled again!) -A.
the untoppable riposte: 'oh yeah? well bill clinton's mom!' Yeah, LMAO at that. V. good. decadent Like a nice chocolate souffle, one with an e
Well, I'd say you're persistently annoying. I might get booed out of your funeral. J/K. I think you're an okay guy, for an Aussie. H says he wants to be wheeled in in his casket, late, so he can be late to his own funeral. Figures. -A.
staples oval office celebration Wow, you've taken my cynicism one step further. Sometimes I don't know that's possible. Nice going. Yeah. Special interests are the bane of a democracy. -A.
My mom would never buy us Kool-Aid. She said it's bad for us. But I've made up for it by drinking alcohol. I know what you mean. My husband has this orange velour chair--the kind had by bachelors about 10 years before Queer Eye came around and fixed 7 men's lives. Anyway, the chair fits neatly into the little corner of our white living room with white bookcase and white-covered c
Oh, well, I can tell you what happens: Jack dies, Sloane marries Sydney, Vaughn becomes a woman (we always knew he was one underneath, anyway), and Ben Affleck guest stars so Angloesque quits watching. Not a great episode, really. -A.
"My muse got run over by a reindeer...." Sorry, that's all I could come up with. English major and all, I could probably find some muse reference. But plbbth. Screw it. My muse is gone, too. -A.
You poor dear. Shall I send you a Starbucks gift certificate? I don't frequent the place, myself (evil, corporate whoring institutional coffee) but they do seem to be all over the world. Glad your headaches are getting better. -A.
Yeah. I'm tempted to delete y'all's comments. I don't much care for partisan bickering--it doesn't matter if we're left or right, this is the way our government spends money. Your stupid soapboxes are pointless when they don't address the topic at hand. -A.
Woo hoo historyishere! However, at Boise State University, their turf is (or was, at least) blue. Let's hope that's not what this guy put down. And I guess I agree with whoman in that I think true football is played on grass in an outdoor stadium. For the record, though, I wouldn't want anything but real grass. Were he living next to me (and, okay, if I owned a home), it might hurt my resale value--but otherwise, big deal. But the gu
Get a better job, ya deadbeat liberal. And you're a sweetheart, too! Edit: There are so many jobs that pay so much one year out of college, too, I might add. ;) -A.
Before you start whining go look at what Clintons innauguration cost. An estimated $33M. Not much better, eh? -A.
I dunno about the rest of y'all, but I'm pleased to see how fiscally conservative our government is. What with parades, fireworks, and other such hoopla, our President's inauguration is going to cost us $40 million American dollars. And apparently, according to the AP wire, that doesn't even cover the security for the event. (I doubt they tabulate and release
There's a ton of room for improvement, and we should make it better. Not by complaining about it in Congress in the middle of the certification of the Presidential ballot, but by passing national standards, funding the localaties or helping to fund them, and otherwise working to ensure that voting is easy for all, with easy acces
Ahhh. You *are* human. I thought so. -A.
I hope you don't call him a god of love. -A.
Googling my maiden name produced someone calling me a "witch, which should be spelled with a B." I was popular in college. -A.
Yeah. My cubicles look exactly the same as the ones in "Office Space," and I have a burgundy Swingline. My boss's door is constantly closed unless he's walking around trying to boost morale--i.e., interrupt us and waste our time. Hoo-rah for corporate America. -A.
As someone who lives in Washington state, I find it funny that everyone else is so much more concerned about this than the residents. Few of us outside of the capital even discuss it. For my part, I just see it as partisan bickering, and I know that the party with the most money will win. Recounts have to be bought--legally, of course. -A.
... I had used up everything while struggling to survive in an environment and life that I now despise. And what did I gain? The "privilege" of working 36-hour shifts and sometimes 100-hour weeks, and becoming so tired that I would fall asleep standing and almost while driving, endangering my life and the lives of innocent bysta
Brilliant idea for heading into a field that is being raped more and more every day by the government and private insurance companies. And laywers. Hear hear. I have far too many friends going to law school these days. I try to sit them all down and patiently explain that, while I like
Why would you do that to yourself, Raven? Why abuse yourself by disallowing something so pure and beautiful in your body? I don't understand. It's all very sad and confusing to see someone take a road in the wrong direction. My friend, coffee is a gift! Seize it and be proud! -A.