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early-onset-of-night:It should be the government! ObamaNet! The...

early-onset-of-night:

It should be the government! ObamaNet! The government loves you. The government has your best interests at heart. Not like those nasty, evil corporations who hate you and torture puppies in their spare time. Oh, no. The government is the perfect solution to all life’s problems. The government realizes you’re too stupid to know what’s best for you, so the government will take care of you—the government LOVES you. It loves you so, so much! All hail the government!

The Seahorse Rears To Oblivion - Current 93. The lyrics are...

The Seahorse Rears To Oblivion - Current 93. 

The lyrics are here (somewhat incorrect, if you listen).

*speechless*

It should be the government! ObamaNet! The government loves you....

It should be the government! ObamaNet! The government loves you. The government has your best interests at heart. Not like those nasty, evil corporations who hate you and torture puppies in their spare time. Oh, no. The government is the perfect solution to all life’s problems. The government realizes you’re too stupid to know what’s best for you, so the government will take care of you—the government LOVES you. It loves you so, so much! All hail the government!

f0rtylegz said about How would one send homemade hummus to Portland, Oregon?: Send him a mixing...

f0rtylegz said about How would one send homemade hummus to Portland, Oregon?: Send him a mixing wand, and the ingredients… plus the recipe.

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I think we may have winner! …but, yeah, I never thought about the whole dry ice thing. Now, with a few whiskey sours in me, it seems like it would be a giant pain in the ass. I don’t know.

My kid won’t cook. I know that. I’ve tried, the whole time he was growing up. I’ve heard him ooh and ahh about my cooking since he was able to both ooh and ahh, and every time I’d try to teach him something, but he’d just wander off, bored out of his skull.

For all my efforts, the only thing he knows how to do is make jasmine rice correctly.

*sigh* Some people just ain’t cooks.

Thanks for everybody’s input, though. Still ruminating…

I can’t say enough nice things about this whiskey sour, my...

I can’t say enough nice things about this whiskey sour, my third, except maybe that I’m going to have five more just like it.

But what of the free men who spoke approximately in backward aristocracy?

The men were sovereign, obeying no law but their own.
Disputes must war, simmering hatred, rich and poor.
A new community emerging,
knit together by growing destruction,
by besieging victory,
by cleverness,
wiliness,
lively imagination and ingenuity.
On the eve of darkest hour
when squadrons seemed bent on worthless strife,
all set to work
and ruined grave monuments together.

How would one send homemade hummus to Portland, Oregon?

Say you’re like me and make really awesome homemade hummus, even though you live in South Dakota, and say your son moved to Portland with his rock and roll band and begs you to send him some. How would one go about doing that without spending an arm and a leg or making him sick?

"Like Hillary Clinton, I too have traveled hundreds of thousands of miles around the globe. But..."

“Like Hillary Clinton, I too have traveled hundreds of thousands of miles around the globe. But unlike Hillary Clinton, I know that flying is an activity, not an accomplishment.”

- Carly Fiorina, possible candidate for the Presidency

Women Bathing Dramatically

early-onset-of-night:

Briefly, I thought about wrapping my lips around the barrel of our shotgun, but the Ex had hocked it a few months earlier in order to buy thousands of pairs of underwear, so that was out.

I wasn’t even depressed, really. I was just aware of how I was supposed to be depressed. It was an intellectual phenomenon, a resident in whichever brain lobe houses reason. I mean, if I looked at the nuts and bolts of my life, it was totally fucked. Noting that it seems like you should be depressed, does not make you depressed. Or so I guessed. Hell, psychology with its dozen or more theories of the self, each one working about as well or as poorly as the next, just guesses, too. A mirror can’t reflect itself, which is why psychology is a faith and not a science, a faith, certainly, with better drugs than wafers and wine, but a faith nonetheless.

Still, it was an ugly thought, no matter how brief, and I was glad the gun was gone. If there’s one thing a gun gives you, it’s options: all of them empty and terrible.

this is #8. here are the others in order 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7