…it would be that Right Turn on Red does NOT mean “it’s OK even if you have to peel out to jam yourself into a tiny space in the onrushing traffic.”
That’s mine for today…you got one?
Category Funny
This is what the Interwebs is all about: humor at the expense of others
And it’s never better than when the wound is self-inflicted, as is the case of these young women who (a) dressed themselves thusly, and (b) allowed a photographer in the room.
Check out the rest of the wedding collection here. Thanks to AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com.
You know, since there’s really nothing important that we need to be doing right now, let’s spend our time and some of our limited budget fighting about passing a law against bringing back an old law that no one is trying to bring back
The Republicans nitwits running the House of Representatives want to pass a law to keep Congress (themselves) from re-enacting the Fairness Doctrine, a long-abandoned broadcasting regulation that no one is seriously trying to reinstate. This news comes from a speech by the House speaker in which he is, almost literally, preaching to the choir. And they wonder why anyone thinks they’re not fit to run the government.
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This is how nothing gets done
OK…finally, I’m going to write; I don’t even know what’s been so important for the past week that I couldn’t find time to write, or even to start to write. But today is different: as soon as I let the dogs out I’ll be nailed to the keyboard—about time I wrote about this amazing revolution in Egypt and linked to those articles backgrounding the Muslim Brotherhood before Mubarak flees and a new government is already in power.
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That was weird: a broken fence slat. Looks like something on the other side of the fence, where they’re building the new road, slammed into the middle of that fence slat and broke it in two; hell, the big piece was knocked out into the garden. I’ll just get a hammer from the garage and nail it back in, and then hit the blog—maybe something about the deafening cognitive dissonance of all the talk about “high taxes” while today’s news reports that our tax burden is lower than it’s been since 1950!
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You’d think a grown man would be smart enough to, first, change out of his dress shoes before stepping into the garden, and second, be careful enough to avoid the dog poop obstacle course between the back door and the back fence. After I clean off my shoes and walk around to check out the other side of the fence, I’m back at the blog—gotta check on the reaction to the story that new government spending under Obama has been less than the tax cuts under Obama!
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Wow; I learned more about the neighbors in the last 20 minutes than I have in the whole nine years we’ve lived here. Dude just kept talking, changing from one subject to another, with no apparent destination in mind. I like the guy, but it was too cold for just standing there for a chat. Now, just let me get this mess on the desk cleared off and I’ll get to work…I should riff on David Frum’s post about how the crazy talk on the talk shows is getting even crazier as the ratings start to slide.
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I had a nagging feeling I’d forgotten something: well, now’s a good time to get that stack of papers off of the kitchen counter. Some think getting a new job is a pain in the neck, but I have a much lower opinion of it. Forms for new health insurance, and receipts, and registration info for the new 401(k). At least I can do that quickly on line, and then start writing…what’d I do with that article about the brain being wired to resist new science? That can mesh with the story about the people who insisted on believing—despite the absence of any evidence—that a terrorist attack was being plotted in a Port Arthur Ramada Inn conference room…15 years ago!
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OK then, I’m going to start with—was that the dryer?
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