There’s something about movie characters in comedies screaming “FUCK!” at the top of their lungs that never fails to make me laugh. Maybe this betrays a sense of humor that stopped developing in the fourth grade; maybe I more effectively empathize with a foul-mouthed protagonist; or maybe I’m just plain easily amused. But whatever the [...]
Monthly Archives: August 2005
Fuck It
09-Aug-05Nerds Against W
08-Aug-05While we’re perusing Slate, the following is from Bruce Reed’s latest entry: It’s no surprise that a national tragedy like September 11 would make the President feel a divine calling. It’s harder to understand why, when the moment cries out for another FDR, Bush thought God was calling him to be Calvin Coolidge. I love [...]
Life On The Ranch
08-Aug-05Finally, someone takes an in-depth look at the history of ranch dressing. Thank you, Slate. Thank you.
At last, the truth.
04-Aug-05The last quote in this entry on Overheard in New York is one I’ve been aching to hear for almost four years. And all this time I just thought I was stupid.
Jail ‘em all…
03-Aug-05In the latest move to transform the country into a landscape of incarcerated colonies with a built-in cheap labor force, an 11-year-old girl is being charged with assault for throwing a rock. I’m sure it takes longer to train such a youngster to press license plates or break rocks at the quarry, but I’m sure [...]