I tried. I really did.
Distance: The last exit before Marriage Town.
Hell of a souvenir shop they’ve got there.
Snooki with Steve Buscemeyes.
Thanks to catspaws.tumblr.com for the suggestion.
Mother Jones magazine on Tumblr: The best journalism-job want ad ever ever.
Wow, almost makes me proud to be from the Gulf Coast…
You should, like, strongly consider applying to work for this guy:
We want to add some talent to the Sarasota Herald-Tribune investigative team. Every serious candidate should have a proven track record of conceiving, reporting and writing stellar investigative pieces that provoke change….
As my girlfriend and I wait for her mom to finish making dinner...
- Me: So what are we eating tonight? "Papa John's"? "Hoppin' Poppins"?
- GF: "Hoppin' Johns". It's a New Year's Day tradition.
- Me: Oh yeah? Where is it a tradition?
- GF: In the south. It's a slave dish. I usually make a vegetarian version, though.
- Me: Well yeah, slaves are expensive.
So this one time, something went very wrong or very right somewhere, and everything exploded. Rocks smashed into other rocks, stuff ignited and stuff cooled off. Eventually, one of the rocks got stuck on loop around one of the burning things as it cooled off. Then some of the animals that lived on the rock started wearing pants and counting the laps. Not long after that, some other animals in some other pants decided that the completion of each lap would make a good time to try to change things in an effort to make the experience of riding that rock a more enjoyable one.
And here we are. With new pants and old shoes.
Twenty Ten wrapped itself around some of the best and worst days of my life. I am both sad and thrilled to see it go. But that’s how this thing works.
So if you’re looking for something to change tonight, maybe I can help.
Make the next lap the lap where you stop counting laps, where you enjoy the rock ride because it’s the only one you get, and where you act and love accordingly. Especially that last part.
On a personal note: I am great, and the reasons for not being around lately are still a great big “too long, didn’t write”. But the reasons are good ones, I promise.
Happy New Day, monkeys.
Speaking of “Wiki Leeks“…
First of all, Sarah, its pretty fucking “explicable.”
You see, US Courts (which are like the “Mama Grizzlies of the Law”, if that helps), have jurisdiction over things like copyrights, (which are what you would want to get if you, say, want to protect a book you wrote, or the word “refudiate,” that you invented).
WikiLeaks on the other hand is hosted by a Swedish based company (FYI Sweden is a lot like Alaska in that it’s cold and white, but DIFFERENT in that their economy is based on meatballs & apartment furniture rather than raping the earth for oil). ANYWAY. Long story short, US courts don’t have jurisdiction over Sweden because it’s a different country.
Secondly, I’m not sure WikiLeaks act was “treasonous.” Actually, I’m pretty sure that for something to be “treasonous” it must contain elements of “treason,” a word which is defined as follows…
treason |ˈtrēzən|
noun (also high treason)
the crime of betraying one’s country, esp. by attempting to kill the sovereign or overthrow the government
So, you see Sarah, unless WikiLeaks and its founders were American, WHICH they aren’t, they would be incapable of being “treasonous” against the United States.
NOT that any of this matters though, as the blatantly obvious point of this Tweet was to conceal a plug for your new book within your ill conceived political philosophy.
And for THAT merging of private business and government, Sarah Palin, I hereby certify you as ready to take the Republican nomination for President.
You are a stupid whore.
Wiki leeks.
I really don’t see what all the fuss is about.
Happy! Dancing Japanese Girls! Fun! Clock!
(Watch it with full-screen - with music - here.)
