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Read an interesting article by Conrad Fischer, M.D over on Pyschology Today about the rising cost of insurance. In a nutshell, the author says doctors aren’t getting rich off of those premiums, and neither are the hospitals. Indeed, more and more hospitals shutter their doors every day because, without a bailout from the government, they [...]
Allstate apologizes for Zodiac confusion Oh seriously? They’re sorry? For what? Is this how stupid we’ve become? Ever see that movie Idiocracy? No? Watch it. No, no, go ahead. I’ll wait here while you drive to the rental store, rent it, drive back and watch it then report to me here. I KNOW, RIGHT!? I’m [...]
I used to go out with this fella named Daniel who took some perverse pleasure in making me sad. He was kinda a little bit weird, but so was I. So we fit. I used to have a really difficult time reading the paper. Not because I’m illiterate but because I simply couldn’t handle the [...]
Know what I totally hate? And it’s not jealousy talking either. I promise. Cause if I was given the opportunity I might end up doing the same exact thing. Maybe. Still, it’s depressing and I don’t like it. I hate it when there’s a blog I really like to read and I go there on [...]
I saw a Twix bar today that said you could win $10,000 and a trip to Las Vegas. The first thing I thought about was the fact that I was in Las Vegas and the people in Las Vegas who win this contest must be pissed. It’s like they only win half a prize. My [...]
I am out of town for a conference. The conference location is Las Vegas. Everyone who hears that I am in Vegas says to me, “Oh, how nice. I wish *I* was going to Las Vegas on someone else’s dime.” And I respond thusly, “Pfffffthhh.” Vegas isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s loud [...]
Oh. La la. It’s a new year! It’s eight o clock and I’m just waiting for bedtime. It’s the highlight of my evening. I’m like, DYING for bedtime. Come oooon bedtime! Let’s go! It’s not been a good day, but I’ve resolved to pick myself up by my big girl panties and deal with it. [...]
It’s officially the year two thousand ten. Welcome to it. It’s only taken us a whole year to get here. I’ve changed things around a bit, trying to shake off all the old to make room for the new. I created a new landing page as a sort of gateway to all my junk. I’ve [...]
When they say, “Thanks for voting us best Blah blah blah” Who are they talking about? Who voted? When did they vote? What was the criteria for getting to vote? How come no one ever asked ME which laundromat in town is the best? How come no one ever bothered to get my take on [...]
Oh boy, am I agitated. That’s not a question. It’s a statement. I’m so irritated and on edge. I wish I had a vice to fall back on, something I could run to and say things like, “You don’t understand. I need it. It’s the only thing keeping me sane right now! Just a little [...]
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire
















