the ultimate woman employees.
Cross-eyed and faceless? The woman in black reminds me of a Computerette - only xy, and suffocating.
Team Webby-Webster says get your damned flu shot.
{fray} has a special group project, this month: Pet Stories.
There's one about a certain cat named Beauregard which maybe isn't as witty or well-crafted as others in the compendium, but it was written the day he came home from the hospital, so whaddaya want.
Goopymart's illustration offsets the sappiness nicely.
As you well know, bikini bars and adult bookstores cause much of the pain and suffering in our society.
OK, and Viagra and Mary Perry, too. Yeah.
Israeli barrier guards 'killed'
They are said to have 'died' instantly after being 'shot' at close range.
German scheisse videos have got nothing on German forklift safety films.
Danke, tmftml. Dankt mehr to collision detection; now I'm going to have to watch frickin' Final Destination.
I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I just can't keep it down any longer:
Powder with the power to transform the world:
You can buy it in the US, Europe and Japan for $560 a gram, and it will get you really, really high.
Just don't put it up your nose.
FDA clears Bristol-Myers' chewable contraceptive.
They're spearmint flavored, which is unfortunate: they'd get a broader share of the target demographic if they made them orange, cherry, and grape. No word yet on which fun shapes the pills will be, but I'd vote for Pebbles.
Des Moines Deb Defames Diabolical Dames:
"I had cut myself. I do that kind of out of habit now. And she pretty much just copied me." ...the (8 year old twin) girls (said) that Fernandez served them alcohol, and got one of them drunk. (They) also said Fernandez taught them things about witchcraft, took them to an abandoned building Fernandez told them is haunted, and allowed one girl to cut herself as part of a blood ritual."I can completely understand the charges for distributing alcohol to a minor, and I will fess up to that. I had been drinking a little bit that night. And they pretty much wanted to try it... I just wanted the girls to have fun, you know, because they had watched (
"Practical Magic") and pretty much they wanted to mimic some of the stuff of that."
Geesh, if you want to mimic a movie about scandalously spooky sexpots, why not just play the crappy costume continuity dress-up game? A good babysitter knows to wait until the kids are at least ten, for the drinking and cutting and haunted-abandoned-buildinging. Pretty much.
Dear Pink: When an aging, alchoholic, haircut-needing junkie dork sings Motley Crue songs at you in public, songs that were recorded when you were three years old, and instead of clocking him you pose for pictures with him smushing his oily nose on your cheek then get up and dance, I think that means you've hit bottom. Either that or you're a new hipster phenomenon just waiting to happen, heaven help us. Now: what's with the fake-jaundice eyeshadow?
I'd take the AP to task for the term "environmental land" (vs.environmental ether? environmental water? or is there really some extra special newfangled environmental land out there, that's never been mapped?), but I'm still excited about being called "wildlife."
It's been a while.
This arrived in my in-box, this morning.
I really wish I could help them.
Hello,Does anyone know of an organ grinder with a monkey?
We're currently looking for one for an event.
Have the organ grinder call us at 415-777-1114 a.s.a.p.Thank you,
Beau Bonneau Casting
The Boston Globe on Teenage Boy Syndrome:
Some women have been so tormented by the arousal they have become suicidal. And, for many, there is also an element of mortification. "...for some Christian women, there's a sense of shame that if you're feeling this way, you must be bad, or having impure thoughts." (Dr. Irwin Goldstein) has tried local applications of ice and anesthetics such as Lidocaine, hoping the numbness would free the patient from the distraction of arousal.
It's not really called Teenage Boy Syndrome, but it could be. The permanent arousal state is sometimes induced with the antidepressant Trazodone. Other Trazodone side effects include: Incoordination, tremors, appetite disturbances, red eyes, sweating or clamminess, weight gain or loss, hypersalivation, akathisia, muscle twitching, increased libido, impotence... Throw in acne, and you're all set.
AtAT comes through with the deflected reflective funny:
See, here's what we love about AtAT viewers: yesterday, when we proposed that Apple use the slogan "world's aluminumest, most perforated personal computer" to market the G5 in the UK without running afoul of truth-in-advertising watchdog groups, fully four dozen people wrote in with the correction that, in the UK, the word should be "aluminiumest"-- while only one took issue with the fact that neither "aluminumest" nor "aluminiumest" are words in the first place. If you ask us, there's something downright poetic about a universal laserlike focus on one tiny detail like a single missing geographically-dictated letter (and such a skinny letter, too) while the larger problem goes almost completely unaddressed."
And then it goes on to address those Vote Rocking Presidential candidates' platform preferences, and somehow stays non-partisan.
Except for pointing out just exactly how evil Dell really is.
That Old Hag makes me cry.
And then she makes me think of (tele- or) cinematic moments that jerk my tears:
- The theme from Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence
I can't even watch the movie. Right at the opening, you know how wrenching it's going to be, and then it is, and then there's the reprise at the end. The 7" single was a free gift with purchase in the Bamboo Music EP, which I thought was great back when I wanted to be David Sylvian. (what? I was 12.)- My So-Called Life
In So-Called Angels, Rickie’s dad kicks him out, and Angela stands up to Patti’s petty suburban angst and goes out in the snow to find him, and she’s barely shod because she gave her boots to a dead squatter girl, and Patti grows some actual real live cojones and sets out to find her, and ends up finding Rickie. The scene in the church, when Patti realizes he’s more than just a flamboyant, inconvenient nuisance... oh man. It gets me every time, in spite of the gratuitous Juliana Hatfield.- Finding Nemo
The scene at the sewage outflow pipes, where Dory pleads that Marlin not be such a self-pitying ass. Her description of companionship, andher struggle to put it into words, is heartbreaking.- Orlando
When she hops on her motorcycle and heads out to the estate, with her leather-riding-cap-clad daughter in the sidecar. Her face is all deadpan confidence, after 200+ years of emoting, and the offspring’s grin says she’s ready for any adventure. The transition is brisk, like a karate-chop to the tear ducts. Then, at the very end, you see her lying under a tree watching her daughter frolic, and the shot switches to the video taken by the giggling little girl, and a tinfoil haloed Jimmy Somerville kite serenades them from the sky. You sit through the credits, hoping to recover before the house lights go up, but it just goes on and on and you wonder whether Bronski Beat songs were ever that cathartic.- Wings of Desire
Bruno Ganz finds Solveig Dommartin in the bar where Nick Cave is playing, and suddenly you feel sure that there are answers to even life's toughest questions: 42, blue, Nick Cave, and Peter Falk.- The Fifth Element
I always tear up at the diva's Lucia Di Lammermoor aria. The end is good, too. Luke Perry as the archaeologist - that pretty much kills.- The Hunger
The cello lesson scene, in which the girl both pities and fears Mr. Blaylock, and he both pities and fears himself. The scene right after that is great, too, but it doesn't make me cry; it just makes me want to find an empty parking lot, so I can rollerskate to Iggy Pop.
A Berkeley woman was arrested...
No, not me. Read on.
MoorishGirl draws our attention to this review of Bill O'Reilly's book: Who's Lookin Out for You?
I agree that it can only be a satire; you can tell by the clues, planted throughout. It just couldn't be a real, serious review, not when every single-sentence paragraph is as crappily written as that headline.
"No amount of money can truly compensate these brave men and women for the suffering that they went through," said Scott McClellan, the White House spokesman, "at the hands of a truly brutal regime. So, um, sorry soldiers, but you're not getting any. See, we need that Al Qaeda cash to pay for the big Mission Accomplished airshow. And anyway: you think post-traumatic stress disorder is bad? Just imagine living in London, next week."
Today's "ooh, I'm the #1 hit on Google for" : alaska can come too
I didn't mean it like that, geesh. But, now that I think about it: yes, of course.
Have at it, Alaska. After all, SEXUAL EQUALITY = SEXY.
Just in time: Hot Cocoa Tops Red Wine And Tea In Antioxidants
For a real party, though, your best bet is still to mix all three.
On 30 August 1872, at the Justice Room, Corwen, John Day was convicted of cutting up and depositing the body of a camel in an exposed situation near the turnpike road between Corwen and Bala, in the parish of Llandrillo-yn-Edeirnion.
Now, that's an art crime.
I love the phrase "in an exposed situation." It just sounds so sexy. It's the sort of thing you might try to use in conversation, at least once a day, to see if you can't get it to catch on. After the second utterance, though, I think I'd have to slap myself.
Radically New Anti-rejection Drug Shown To Offer Safe Control Of Immune System In Stanford Study
It's not just new: it's radically new.
Initial results testing the drug in (sic) mouse organ transplantation were promising.
Poor little mouse organ.
Rudy Bednar, an executive producer at ABC, responded that the Catholic view had been expressed in the documentary by various evangelicals the producers had consulted.
And for their piece on Calvinists, ABC interviewed members of the OTO.
It is to say, the least, a unique concept.
No, not the garbled use of misfit grammar, that's not unique at all: that something-like-a-sentence comes from a reporter at WMC in Tenessee, where horrific journalism is the standard. They're talking about a topless car wash outfit. At least, I think they are; it's kind of hard to tell.
There aren't many better places to be than our house, on Halloween.