Reasons

Date March 9, 2010

. . . to hate Wal-Mart.

Don’t People Understand Metaphors, for Crying Out Loud?

Date March 9, 2010

The old adage had to do with distrusting one’s supposed visions and spiritual “insights”—not with wasting people. {{{Sigh.}}}

Buddha Found Dead in Road
SANTA MONICA, CA - Police are investigating the murder of Gautama Buddha, also known as the “enlightened one,” who was found beaten and strangled outside a meditation center on Ocean Park Boulevard. “We’re thinking this was a crime of opportunity,” said Detective Phil Gomez. “Maybe even a hate crime. Someone met the Buddha on Ocean Park, maybe didn’t like his long ear lobes, or thought his beads were faggy or disliked pudgy people, whatever.” Fourteen members of Divine Awakening Temple and Pilates are being detained for questioning. “They all claim to have been meditating at the time of the crime. We’ll see,” said Gomez. In addition, Gomez reported finding evidence that the victim may have brought the violence onto himself. “I came across a saying of his, ‘If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him.’ Not to speak ill of the dead, but you shouldn’t talk smack unless you can back it up. He couldn’t. Now he’s a dead, fat guy in a robe. Maybe he was born to suffer? Maybe we all are. Maybe he was born to run? I hope not.”

No More . . .

Date March 8, 2010

Walking in L.A.” jokes. Ever.

I saw Missing Persons live once, at the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium. It was every bit as ghastly as you think it was.

Personally, I’d Shudder at the Idea of Making Either One of Them Mad.

Date March 8, 2010

Because Dan Riehl would cut me to ribbons in a few well-composed paragraphs; Glenn Reynolds might do the same with a single sentence.

You don’t mess with either one of those guys.

Disagree? Yep; all the time. But actually insult one of them? No.

Besides—they are both genuinely nice men. I don’t even understand the temptation.

The Phelpsians and Free Speech

Date March 8, 2010

I despise saying this, but Volokh is right.

Will I be horrified if something happens to a few of those “God Hates Fags” protesters in a dark alley? Well . . . no. There’s a part of me that wonders wistfully whether there’s no street justice left in today’s military, and has very mixed emotions about the passage of every last bit of vigilanteism out of our fighting men and women.

But as a matter of law, political speech is sacrosanct. And with 51% of my being, I fervently hope that the Supreme Court sees it that way.

But What If You Really Don’t Know What You’re Doing?

Date March 8, 2010

An explanation that pertains to some regarding why other people treat them like they are knowledgeable and competent.

Via the Mighty Moe Lane.

Healthcare

Date March 8, 2010

. . . “optimism.”

Gotta go; I’ll be spending the evening biting my nails.

Standards Go Down . . . And They Go Up.

Date March 8, 2010

1) Compilation CDs for people I know no longer need to include songs they haven’t heard before, as long as the collections please me—and stand a chance of pleasing the other party.

2) A manuscript isn’t done when it says “30″ or “The End.” No: it has to be sent out to agents and magazines and publishers, because otherwise it’ll get “lost.” All that unsubmitted fiction on my hard drive? Doesn’t count. It just doesn’t. Freakin’. Count.

Come On, Man. They’re from Chicago.

Date March 8, 2010

Why don’t they really go old-school, and simply let let dead Senators vote for Obamacare?

Bad

Date March 8, 2010

. . . Vans.

I ripped this one off from Glenn Reynolds, and I’m not sorry.

Pinot Noirs for Under $20

Date March 8, 2010

From the “Wines Under $20 Blog,” which I stumbled on once or twice before David Linden reminded me about it.

If only that were my level. But my level is more like $5, so my “go to blog” is I Don’t Drink Wine. And my taste tends to run to Whatever Varietal Was Overproduced in California Last Season. But I’m tempted to give one of these pinots a try anyway.

UPDATE: What kind of zinfandel do I like? I’m glad you asked; that would be Wingnut Zin. Of course.

News from the East Coast

Date March 8, 2010

. . . via my dad:

You became an aunt again on Saturday with [cute male East Coast baby with a nice New Testamentish, quasi-Roman Catholic name] weighing in at 8 lbs - 11 oz.

Being related to me causes one to be almost born with obesity.

All are doing fine.

My super-poor memory says that raising two toddlers involves an astronomical number of babies. The concept of raising three screaming kids is something like my merging the quantum mechanics
theory with the general theory of relativity. A bit much!!!!

Au contraire; I’ve been informed that I was a sweet, charming child who became even more charming—more desperately charming—as bedtime rolled around. Of course, three youngsters who all sport Y chromosomes could be a handful: I’ve seen such phenomena in action. I’m positive my sister and her husband are up to the task, though.

Please pray for my sister and her entire northeastern family. They are awesome, awesome folk; and now they are five!

After AS married, I sent word through the dad that they should get busy before the fertility window closed. Mission accomplished—I think. We’ll see.

Iowahawk on Healthcare

Date March 8, 2010

A little touch of Harry in the muddy snow:

Then shall our names, familiar in his mouth as talking points—
Harry of Searchlight, Rangel and Boxer,
Stark and Durbin, Grayson and Nelson—
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This ratchet effect shall the consultant teach his interns;
And Reconciliation Day shall ne’er go by,
From this day until it all goes broke,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we ballsy few, we band of fuckers;
For he to-day that sheds his approval ratings with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er entangle in scandals so vile,
This day shall gentle his legacy.

People Are Jerks.

Date March 8, 2010

Insty has a good example thereof.

Scaggy behavior.

Personally, I don’t post anything about Glenn that I wouldn’t say while cadging for a link—including my well-documented disapproval of that bowl-like haircut he was sporting for a while. (No straight bangs, Glenn—layer the hair in a swoop to the side, like you used to.)

“But I Wanted It To Be That American Traitor.

Date March 8, 2010

Rusty starts to adjust.

This One Is Easy.

Date March 7, 2010


How Will The End Of Print Journalism Affect Old Loons Who Hoard Newspapers?

Books, magazines, and clothes that one intends to mend someday.

But remember to leave trails, so your husband can get to his office. (Also, berate him publicly on your blog for putting too much of your valuable stuff into storage.)

Via Interesting News Items

Drop

Date March 7, 2010

. . . the Hammer in 2012.

Charles Krauthammer for President, Mary Katharine Ham for Veep.

UPDATE: And M.C. Hammer for Secretary of State:

UPDATE II: More Hammerstaffing at the Potluck, though I believe their recommendations are based on merit more than the punworthiness of the names. In short, they are being grownups about it. Oh, dear…

Apparently, the Environmentally Sound Thing To Do

Date March 7, 2010

. . . is to carry fancy water bottles, and swap them out every couple of years.

What if I just use the disposables, but refill them with tap water? Is that, um, environmentally wicked of me? If so, who can absolve me from this sin?

Have You Ever Noticed

Date March 7, 2010

. . . that when you get only one Instalanche in a week, it kind of looks like Site Meter is flipping you off? At least, it looks like it would if the Site Meter had seven fingers, like the Seraphim children in the X-Files . . .

<i>When one's online life turns hostile, it's back to reading and writing on . . . paper.</i>

When one's online life turns hostile, it's back to reading and writing on . . . paper.

Get Out the Champagne!

Date March 7, 2010

VDH has a cheery little essay up about the fun times ahead in my beloved Golden State.

Don’t look at me like that! It’s a fun article. It’ll make you whistle a happy tune!

Come on. Trust me, Charlie Brown. This time, the football stays in place right till your foot hits it way up into the air.

(And a tip of the hat to the B-Sphere’s Sexy Elder Statesman, who sent me over to Works and Days today.)

I never used to believe those people who said they wanted to leave California, because it’s so freakin’ wonderful here. But there are some very nice places to live in solvent states, as well.

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