Thursday's cold penetrated the overcoats of the people gathered for the ceremony (most of them, anyway). It seeped into shoes, burned toes and turned hands raw. The discomfort only lasted a couple of hours but it was a stark indication of the suffering that inmates of this camp endured, without relief, except through death.
Suitable for framing...
Um. No. I really don't think so. Not even a little bit.
Wait. Was it a Pocket senior housing community, angry Pocket neighbors, and Pocket pursuers, or were they all like giants to him? Because that detail is really key to this story. If you're a blind terrified Pocket man with big huge sighted humans chasing after you, well, yeah you'd probably grab your teensy weensy gun.
See, now, that makes it sound like he's the same size as everyone else. If he can bang on the doors. Oh, wait, here we go, at the very end of the story:
Some say that the only people more self-centered than SUV drivers are suicides. Juan Manuel Alvarez decided to throw in the risk-to-bystanders element for a gross-discounting-of-others'-welfare trifecta.
"Alvarez had also tried to slash his wrists, authorities said."
Next time, Juan, it's down, not across.
Now go buy yourself a Polo.
"You guys got us pegged all wrong," Ms. Matalin said Friday in a telephone interview. Not everything we do has to work on 50 different levels."
That's quite a rebranding effort there – note the carefully crafted "gets good guests on" – but one wonders if it'll work for him like it did for Bush. Ten bucks says we see Cheney doing Hammond doing Cheney any Saturday now. That lipless snarl is walk-on gold.
The Levitra Couches Such an awesome enigma, I almost don't want to know the answer. But only almost. So if you know why on earth people are tagging streetscore sofas with the word "Levitra," please leave it in the comments and drop a line to our pal Rob @ Cockeyed Dot Com.
It bumped a picture on the wall, which smashed the Jesus candleholder.The man was halfway through the door when some customers hooked their arms through the doughnut hole and pulled... One threw a cup of chocolate milk in the thief's face. Chunks of doughnut foam broke away and fell to the ground.
"It's possible I made some reference to innate differences," he said. He... cited as an example one of his daughters, who as a child was given two trucks in an effort at gender-neutral upbringing. Yet he said she named them "daddy truck" and "baby truck," as if they were dolls.
OK, hands up: how many people have or have been little boys who have named their toy trucks "Daddy Truck" and "Baby Truck", as if they were trucks?
That's what I thought.
Last week we went to Spokane for my cousin Lexi's very first gallery opening, which by some sort of art world mitosis became two simultaneous openings. We spent the early evening gazing at the monoprint that had placed in the juried show at city hall, and afterwards went to the gallery where several of her pieces covered an entire wall. There was a food, and drink, and a couple of old beat-poet types playing Creedence covers on banjo and bongos, and despite the vigorous snowstorm the gallery was packed.
One visitor in particular stood out in the really quite diverse crowd. He was a charming young man, gorgeous in a classic jock sort of way with a smile of toothpaste-ad proportions. "Oh, that's Pete," my aunt said, "make sure you talk to him." We kept our distance as Pete doted on my cousin for most of the night, and then suddenly he was leaving. "Did you meet him?" my aunt asked, then forced an introduction. We were glad she did. It turns out this Pete was one of the mythical Three Petes who had been Lexi's roomates at Gonzaga. He'd double-majored in Chemistry and Philosophy, had just started work towards a Master's in Philosophy, and my stars if he didn't have a way of speaking and of listening that left you feeling that there might yet be some hope left for this world. We could have talked for hours, but it was getting late so instead we made due with sincere half-plans for coffee, or something, the next time we were in town.
Pete was on his way to Sandpoint, Idaho, where he and two friends planned to snowshoe up a mountain and snowboard down. It sounded like he'd done this before, and he promised my aunt that he wore a locator beacon whenever they explored unpatrolled areas. Still, you know, be careful. He smiled and said he would, then offered up a handshake like the sign of the peace.
I'm sure that Pete was careful, and prepared for almost anything. That just makes what happened all the more tragic.
In at least two cases last week, the Cuyahoga County public defender's office has asked a judge to dismiss domestic-violence charges against unmarried defendants. The attorneys in the two cases argue that the charges violate the (gay marriage) amendment by affording marriage-like legal status to unmarried victims who live with the people accused of attacking them.
They said "Marriage is an institution of God and therefore hated by Satan. The devil has worked very hard...l to convince women that marriage is detrimental to their freedom and fulfillment in life. Satan has deceived women into believing that they have the same sexual desire as men and that all differences are the result of culture. Satan has worked hard to divide men and women and have them at war with one another, and because of this, the violence between men and women has dramatically increased."
a) "The modern cash register renders mathematics quaint and obsolete."
b) "GTA is ideal preparation for the battlefield."
c) "Most of you won't get past baby sitting, what with the Rapture and all."
d) "By those standards, any one of you could be the next President."
e) "...even the little brown ones."
f) _______________________________________________
I feel like Mrs. John Lithgow when I've got one of those things in my mouth!
(No. I don't get it.)
A woman is fighting the City Council to issue her a permit to run a colon-cleansing service out of her home.* Yates said commissioners are wary because they're not familiar with the procedure, though she provided them with detailed videos...