from the moderated comments
Well, Fuck me… your still as stupid as before.
Strut
Après lunch at the sub-urban lesbian bar. My dear friend Miss Mindy struts her stuff.
OFFER: plastic hangers (Dubuque)
Posted to Dubuque Freecycle list:
About 25 plastic hangers in various colors. 10 of them never used, still in packaging. Had been promised to several people; none ever showed up.
Damn people. Damn them.
creepy photo illustration out of context
dear clusterflock
Favorite Beatles song.
tweet of the day
my current desktop
quote out of context
Colbert said in a statement: “I look forward to meeting the Radioheads and leveraging their anti-corporate indie cred to raise brand awareness for my sponsors.”
(thanks, Amy)
tweet of the day
Is there a possibility what we would decide to do is nothing?
headline of the day II
Man spontaneously combusted, coroner says
Misery Bear Goes to Work
Thanks, Jenny.
The entire series is pretty great/sad, especially Misery Bear: Dawn of the Ted.
Jesus Christ
From a Fox News poll about Americans’ belief in prayer’s ability to heal injuries and illness:
Democrats believe prayer helps to alleviate injury or illness at a 72 percent clip, Republicans at 83 percent and independents at 78. The only really significant difference was between self-identified liberals at 65 percent and conservatives at 85 percent, with moderates in the middle at 78.
The more startling statistic was only 20 percent said no.
The wait continues
Nikon had been rumored to be working on a mirrorless camera for the last couple years. The hope was they were developing a full frame digital camera small enough to slip into a coat pocket to rival the digital and film range finders immortalized by Leica. What they ended up producing was a well crafted, replaceable lens camera with a really small digital sensor. The analyses I’ve read suggests Nikon didn’t want to cut into the high end full frame digital SLR market. They make some of the most highly regarded, and bulkiest, cameras in that segment. I guess the thinking went, if we introduce a full frame interchangeable lens camera, and price it competitively, it will undercut our really expensive SLRs. So, once again, if you want the benefits of a full frame camera you can carry relatively inconspicuously, you’re left with the six to eight thousand dollar Leica, or any number of film-based range finders.
headline of the day
Los Altos Woman Wore Bubble Wrap Under Jumpsuit When She Attacked Husband
from the comments
When Mr. B. was on the travel soccer circuit, a bastion of the most intense of the intense and I am not talking about the players, a dad showed up all frantic one day and said his son had left open the freezer the night before. And all the meat had thawed so he had spent the morning throwing it all out, cleaning up and making a Costco run to replace the ruined provisions. The dad was out of breath and had just barely gotten the boy to the match in time. Someone, ahem, said, “Um, so, did you really have to replace ALL the meat by game whistle? Just you know curious.” The dad stared. He didn’t have an answer for that. So, again, what is this meat compulsion?
coming out of sleep
Owner of small town didn’t mention CIA before.
from the moderated comments
Fuck you. Intelligent comments in favor of shit. Suck my cock asshole. Does that make it? Stupid piece of shit……..
Three More, the Third Day…
Tussel kept the pedal to the floor, pushing through resistance. The dusky, snow-blown scenery in his frost-glazed periphery, rushing and slowing as gusting wind pushed against him. Tussel’s car the beleaguered transport toward a what he could not yet name a why for.
Greek Tragedy Played Out High School Football Style
This week I was reminded of this game from the Texas high school football playoffs in 1994. We join the action with about 3 minutes remaining in the game.
Offer — White Styrofoam Coolers Westside of Dubuque
Posted to Dubuque Freecycle list:
Have 6 extra white styrofoam coolers that Kansas City meats come in.
The ancient burden of language.
I can still see the three perfect self-contained sentences if I look into the blue depths of the sky, into oceanic currents of air. Once, they rode dromedaries or Bactrian camels of syntax, bearing dangling modifiers in boxes, vases, jars. At all the stoplights and Shell stations in Los Altos and Encino, the inhabitants of night would talk about the Crab Nebula and how they saw it erupt in the frigid velvet darkness like the first strobe light in a Whitesnake concert, the first flash of the first camera in picture day at school, and what this meant. The three perfect self-contained sentences lived on the top of a mountain overlooking Menlo Park, and they had fiberglass radio dishes and astrographs and big Schmidt-Cassegrain telescopes on tripods, and they had had studied the theory of peace on earth.
So peace would be established in parking lots and the office blocks on Wiltshire, and bags of Reese’s Pieces would be handed out for free. A waitress with frosted hair had seen the Macho Man Randy Savage asking for directions to the banquet of the resurrected at the Getty. Two aspiring hip-hop producers produced an iphone with photographs showing Frank Zappa eating an oven-roasted chicken sandwich on Ventura Boulevard, and they needed a tank of silver-grade unleaded and two bags of Doritos, because this meant that 2Pac was out there somewhere, clothed in white and riding a Ducati through the night. Everybody embraced, and two young Java developers burst into tears at the sudden beauty of the world.
Everyone knew that the three perfect sentences were on the move, through the deserts, because we could hear the sounds of tiny bells. But there were some that doubted that they were self-contained. “..es un Tigre que me destroza, pero yo soy el tigre; es un fuego que me consume, pero yo soy el fuego” said a line cook from El Cerrito, and we all knew that he was right. Serpents made of language that have a period preceding the initial capital letter, they were the recursive CatDog of perfection: if somebody tried to use a chalkboard to make a sentence tree from them, the tree would flower, and burst into leaves. Birds would gather on the branches made of chalk. They were like something out of that dream that Samuel Johnson had, which he was incapable of telling Boswell, because the weight of the words on paper, the shape of the words in his mouth, destroyed the purity of the absolute sentence, the single sustained example of perfect prose.
So where are the three perfect self-contained sentences now, Mr. Neece? What happened to their journey? And what will they find at the center of the world?
cars I’d buy, classic, vol. 1.2
BMW 2002
If BMW were to make the 2002 today it would be a thousand pounds heavier, feature Chris Bangle flame surfacing, and depending on which angle you looked at it from, strike you as cute, fat, or angry. In short, it wouldn’t be done. Also, I think that is a photograph of a die-cast model.
from the comments
Neutrinos: Big sluts, or the biggest sluts?
Three for Today (Day Two)
Troy Davis died yesterday by the hand of justice. Many factions fought both sides. When does truth lie?
