December 31, 2008 in Wordsmoker Anthropology
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December 30, 2008 in Sheila Hates Me Kids
She hates me for talking about my kids. Hmmm. Anyway, Gawker’s Richard recently wrote about the Duggar family and their 18 kids http://gawker.com/5115582/why-do-we-keep-congratulating-the-terrifying-duggar-family which made me think of this:
December 30, 2008 in Factoids
That time of year is nearly upon us again. Yes, that special time when the clocks strike midnight and I start crying uncontrollably and start wishing that a rogue satellite would fall from the sky and hit me on the forehead and knock me unconscious until it was all over. Of course, I’m talking about the psychological dread that is New Year’s Eve.
Fuck-brained, relentless breeders the “Palin Family” got another little bundle of joy today as “Bristol” Palin squeezed out yet another mouth-breathing oxygen-stealer in the form of poor little “Tripp” Palin, who weighed in at seven pounds, four ounces, no chances. Yes. “Tripp”. Pity the child named after a walking accident. Feel sorrow for the jokes the poor little boy will endure throughout his long adolescence, his short adulthood, and his untimely death at the hands of a snowmobile with an erratic starter motor. Yes. I feel his pain.
December 29, 2008 in Wordsmoker Anthropology
Hello my little love-buttons. Another question for you (and it’s not “What can I stick on the blog in a panic even though no-one’s reading it right at this moment anyhow?”) Yes! It’s a question about buying stuff! In 2008! The last year you’ll be able to actually buy stuff for a long while!
Anyway – I’m not getting paid per word, so I’ll cut to the chase: –
What was the best and worst thing you bought in 2008? Read the rest of this entry →
This is what Chip Saltsman looks like, in case you’re travelling through DC and you see him on the sidewalk and you fancy driving head-first into him.
And this was what was said by – of all people – Newt Gingrich
December 27, 2008 in Rants
So it’s Christmas Eve and I have to do that thing. You know what thing. That thing. That which is regarded as the most heinous, odious, sacrificial, Pagonistic ritual of all things on Christmas Eve. One that may leave you drained of corpuscle elasticity, depleted of mental dexterity, the bringer on of homicidal thoughts, a true act in self-mutilation, and ultimately the harbinger of lameness so acute it has no determined name to describe its loosening of bowel function sense of impending doom.
I mean, of course, going to the frickin mall. Read the rest of this entry →