Cliff Kresge double bogies final hole in round two at Deere Classic, makes cut on the nose. Actually, that takes guts--to stumble when you seem to have the cut wrapped up and then make the final putt when you need to.
I joined a popular homeschooling forum two days ago, posted to it less than a handful of times, and was banned from it yesterday. (A short ban. It was lifted today at 5:00 PM.)
The reason stated for my banning: "Argue without sarcasm, please." In a political thread where people were complaining about evil corporations selling non-nutritious food, I wrote that it was horrible how corporations abducted people and force fed them PopTarts.
(I had an inkling that the other place wasn't a good place to talk politics when someone replying to me felt inclined to hotlink the definition of "laissez faire." But it's not a political forum except for the off-topic area, and even there only in part, so expectations should have been better informed.)
Grammar police get their undies in a bunch over "I could care less." I try to let that pass, but I could not believe this usage, found in a recent Mitch Albom column:
That's funny, Freeman. Those homeschooling Moms, especially the Waldorf ones, can be downright brutal. One minute they're telling you about the peace and tranquility they achieve through yoga and Buddhism; the next minute they're trying to run you down with their Prius.
But what you say about Althouse is certainly true-- it's a wonderful sanctuary city here on the 'tubes.
Mel Gibson is a filthy racist, as has been proven by what comes out of his own mouth, time and time again.
The Drudge Report promoted 9/11 Truther Alex Jones again today. Althouse carefully analyzes all of his posted photos, but she has no comment about that.
The Drudge Report promoted 9/11 Truther Alex Jones again today. Althouse carefully analyzes all of his posted photos, but she has no comment about that.
Well, obviously there must be some nefarious explanation.
My heart is filled with joy and love for all humanity. It took days of rending of clothes and gnashing of teeth, but I did finally find a solution to Blogger's search problem. Apparently, the problem is widespread. On that blog, there is a word, word cluster, phrase, or sentence in hieroglyphics on individual pages. The idea is to use Blogger's search box to enter an English word to produce corresponding hieroglyphics. But, once the posts exceeded 1,000 Blogger stopped searching the oldest posts. (Posts and pages are separate entities on Blogger) That situation would not do. I'm sensing I'm only about 1/10 done, or less. I tried five different codes for widgets, gadgets, 3rd party site crawls, and such. I tried switching to reliable templates. I tried WordPress. I tried hosting on my own site. I changed Blogger's CSS and HTML to no avail. In all cases, Blogger's own search is still best because it displays the results all at once, not just links to results which would mean multiple clicks instead of instant gratification. The solution was in using Blogger's new style posting window and adjusting the date-related posting option, a change not possible on the posting window I prefer. Those had to be changed one at a time. Luckily, I could open over 100 windows at a time and change them in stacks, but now my hands ache.
But now I'm behind schedule for the Astromoths pop-up card. I've been thinking about this for weeks and still can only see vaguely how to convey the idea of NASA moths presenting themselves, taking off in a rocket, turning around in the upper atmosphere, and returning to Earth to bash into a light bulb factory. I'm imagining that can be shown in four pages.
I tracked the one-page Trannysaurus Rex pop-up card to San Francisco. That's kind of fun to watch online the card progress across the country. It was delivered yesterday, one day in advance of the birthday.
I bought 15 Mexican vanilla beans through eBay that need to be turned into something. They're not as fat as I thought they'd be.
Titus: So now I've got this vision of hard tits so large that they've got to rotate the Arsenal Bridge (a federal installation, by the way--military) to accommodate the height of the traffic, thus backing up traffic in Davenport and Rock Island for miles.
And now I have a mish-mash of imagery and references on the brain, including that vignette about the runaway breast in Woody Allen's "Everthing You Wanted to Know About Sex" and "Pink Elephants on Parade" from "Dumbo."
Sheesh. I've only been up for 20 minutes. It's gonna be a day, I can tell.
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35 comments:
That shot looks like Moon River, wider than a mile...are you crossing it in style to get away from music that sucks?
Hope the coffee is better.
Lots of blues in that photo.
A river boat casino.
Cliffhanger.
Cliff Kresge double bogies final hole in round two at Deere Classic, makes cut on the nose. Actually, that takes guts--to stumble when you seem to have the cut wrapped up and then make the final putt when you need to.
Play well tomorrow, Cliff.
Nice & easy... or nice & rough?
Well for Mel Gibson, it is like he keeps getting sent back in Sorry or backgammon.
Of course, not from random chance but from his own big mouth.
Or how about this version: more flesh, less Ike.
You could close your eyes and see if you can hear a ghostly leadsman call, "Quarter Twain, Half Twain, Mark Twain".
I keep looking in to see the number of comments posted on the Krauthammer thread climbing up and up. 330 and still rising.
@Big Mike - That post was a trainwreck by about comment #35.
@Dead Julius - Or this one: more pompadour, more medals.
roll on big mama,
I like the way you roll
roll on big mama,
you are my very soul
Rivers and high rollers
Long before big rigs
@Henry-
Dandy! I like that one. And even those who don't like it must still agree that it's better than Creedence.
Reflecting on today's Althouse posts, do I detect a theme?
Dirty Hungarian Phrasebook.
I hate music.
"I will not buy this record; it is scratched."
Every shoe has a hamster in it.
"My hovercraft is full of eels."
Jack Balkin warns liberals not to cheer the new DOMA cases.
"Drop your panties, Sir William, I cannot wait 'til lunchtime."
What is odd is to have a president so convinced of his own magnificence -- yet not of his own country's.
"My nipples explode with delight!"
Hey, EDH, that's John Cleese... I tried to sell him a 43-unit apartment complex back in 2005. He didn't buy it, that fucker!
Completely unrelated:
Some immigration commentary by Gogol Bordello.
Anyone else excited about the World Cup finals?
Here's the Spanish Queen meeting the national team after their semifinal win. She seems much more relaxed than Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5w3sS0kPQqE
Not everywhere is Althouse.
I joined a popular homeschooling forum two days ago, posted to it less than a handful of times, and was banned from it yesterday. (A short ban. It was lifted today at 5:00 PM.)
The reason stated for my banning: "Argue without sarcasm, please." In a political thread where people were complaining about evil corporations selling non-nutritious food, I wrote that it was horrible how corporations abducted people and force fed them PopTarts.
Those mothers don't brook that sass.
I am thankful for this place.
(I had an inkling that the other place wasn't a good place to talk politics when someone replying to me felt inclined to hotlink the definition of "laissez faire." But it's not a political forum except for the off-topic area, and even there only in part, so expectations should have been better informed.)
Mel Gibson has a filthy mouth. Shame on him.
His (ex)girlfriend records intimate conversations. Shame on her.
Grammar police get their undies in a bunch over "I could care less." I try to let that pass, but I could not believe this usage, found in a recent Mitch Albom column:
I no longer care less where LeBron James plays.
That's funny, Freeman. Those homeschooling Moms, especially the Waldorf ones, can be downright brutal. One minute they're telling you about the peace and tranquility they achieve through yoga and Buddhism; the next minute they're trying to run you down with their Prius.
But what you say about Althouse is certainly true-- it's a wonderful sanctuary city here on the 'tubes.
Peter, you get a literal, not in the sense of the modern usage meaning not literal, LOL from me.
Mel Gibson is a filthy racist, as has been proven by what comes out of his own mouth, time and time again.
The Drudge Report promoted 9/11 Truther Alex Jones again today. Althouse carefully analyzes all of his posted photos, but she has no comment about that.
For anyone who is into Japanese culture and/or LEGO, check this out, but turn down the volume first.
You Tube link.
I wrote that it was horrible how corporations abducted people and force fed them PopTarts. Those mothers don't brook that sass.
Next time just bluntly state "if your children aren't eating healthy food, it is because you aren't a good enough mother".
That gets the point across non-sarcastically. :)
The Drudge Report promoted 9/11 Truther Alex Jones again today. Althouse carefully analyzes all of his posted photos, but she has no comment about that.
Well, obviously there must be some nefarious explanation.
Woo and yay to the glorious pic.
My heart is filled with joy and love for all humanity. It took days of rending of clothes and gnashing of teeth, but I did finally find a solution to Blogger's search problem. Apparently, the problem is widespread. On that blog, there is a word, word cluster, phrase, or sentence in hieroglyphics on individual pages. The idea is to use Blogger's search box to enter an English word to produce corresponding hieroglyphics. But, once the posts exceeded 1,000 Blogger stopped searching the oldest posts. (Posts and pages are separate entities on Blogger) That situation would not do. I'm sensing I'm only about 1/10 done, or less. I tried five different codes for widgets, gadgets, 3rd party site crawls, and such. I tried switching to reliable templates. I tried WordPress. I tried hosting on my own site. I changed Blogger's CSS and HTML to no avail. In all cases, Blogger's own search is still best because it displays the results all at once, not just links to results which would mean multiple clicks instead of instant gratification. The solution was in using Blogger's new style posting window and adjusting the date-related posting option, a change not possible on the posting window I prefer. Those had to be changed one at a time. Luckily, I could open over 100 windows at a time and change them in stacks, but now my hands ache.
But now I'm behind schedule for the Astromoths pop-up card. I've been thinking about this for weeks and still can only see vaguely how to convey the idea of NASA moths presenting themselves, taking off in a rocket, turning around in the upper atmosphere, and returning to Earth to bash into a light bulb factory. I'm imagining that can be shown in four pages.
I tracked the one-page Trannysaurus Rex pop-up card to San Francisco. That's kind of fun to watch online the card progress across the country. It was delivered yesterday, one day in advance of the birthday.
I bought 15 Mexican vanilla beans through eBay that need to be turned into something. They're not as fat as I thought they'd be.
Haha. This thing said my post was too large, then it posted it anyway.
I want to see an Althouse vlog with beautiful, hard, tough on terror, republican tits floating in the Mighty Missip.
Titus said...
" floating in the Mighty Missip."
why?
"Come on, baby! Checker marks 50 years of the Twist"
http://yhoo.it/ajjay9
This can't be....ugh, it can.
Ringo Starr turns 70, exhorts 'peace and love'
http://bit.ly/avfwUH
Me too... mostly, well sometimes.
Titus: So now I've got this vision of hard tits so large that they've got to rotate the Arsenal Bridge (a federal installation, by the way--military) to accommodate the height of the traffic, thus backing up traffic in Davenport and Rock Island for miles.
This is a truly horrifying mental image.
So why am I chuckling so uncontrollably?
And now I have a mish-mash of imagery and references on the brain, including that vignette about the runaway breast in Woody Allen's "Everthing You Wanted to Know About Sex" and "Pink Elephants on Parade"
from "Dumbo."
Sheesh. I've only been up for 20 minutes. It's gonna be a day, I can tell.
Coffee, stat!
wv: wablin
Oh, haha (so close to wobbling).
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