Thanks for putting that up - that has got to be the funniest thing I've seen in months. I had to send the link to a half-dozen people who wanted to know why I was at my desk howling with laughter. Great stuff.

I had a copper non-hormonal IUD for a little over a year. Though I have no children, my GYN assured me that the device would work well, and let me know that it was (as in a lot of these stories) the most popular form of birth control their office used. I was all for it - I don't want children, I didn't want to be on the pill anymore.

I was absolutely miserable. The IUD gave me incredibly heavy periods. I had to take iron supplements because I was anemic within three months. The longer I had the IUD, the more my cramps increased in severity. During the last few months I had the device I would be bedridden by pain for two or three days during my periods. I couldn't handle it anymore so I had the IUD removed.

I'm Southern, my whole family is Southern, and we were living here before this territory was part of the US. I've never sported a mullet, I'm not married to my cousin, I have all my own teeth, and I don't live in a trailer.

I'm a yellow dog democrat. I'm a card carrying member of the ACLU, give generously to Planned Parenthood, and I have a damn fine Master's degree hanging on the wall.

Most of my Southern family members, friends, co-workers and neighbors are educated, urban, middle- and working-class people who know damn well how to poke fun at ourselves.

I think this clip is funny as hell.

Of course the press corps didn't think Colbert wasn't funny. When you're the butt of the joke, you're expected to huff and puff with injured pride and announce, "That's not funny!"

Yes, I heard this first on NPR, and only caught part of it, so I was delighted to see it here in print.

I grew up in extreme poverty. I know what its like to go hungry, to have the pantry run bare at the end of the month, standing in line at the church pantry, eating beans for dinner.

I understand how putting on a giant feast for family becomes a ritual of remembering the hard times in order to temper the good. Our barbeques were celebrations - a wedding, a baby, the bounty of fall butchering.

We had neighbors who took advantage and were begrudged their plates of food, but never turned away. I also remember neighbors who appeared at the gate with whatever dish they could put together, added their bit to the groaning picnic tables, and were welcomed.

I also remember the people who were roasting mutton after several of our sheep went uncounted. My father went there with a shotgun in his truck, and returned looking angry and sad. He couldn't rightly be angry with people who were hungry.

Short stories like Susan Straight's need to be told. She speaks to those of us who came up into the middle class from the hollers, the reservations, the tiny mountain mining towns and the urban projects. I take this message from her story: Don't take anything for granted, remember where you come from, and bring something to the table.

I know I'm responsible for the deaths of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of these so-called Space Invaders. I have no remorse. They attacked us first, and caused untold damage to our free-standing video game infrastructure.

If it weren't for the upstanding youth of my day racing to our battle stations to rid the world of these insidious bytes, we would have been overrun by this invasion. If we had not vanquished their invasion, they'd be sucking off the teat of the American taxpayer and sending their little invader spawn to our schools and taking away our jobs and filling up our emergency rooms spawning their little "earth-anchor" babies.

We 80's kids were successful in our fight against the Space Invaders, and you should be proud and thankful. We made the world safe for future generations of gamers everywhere.

This study doesn't sway me. As a long-time keeper of rats and mice, I feel the need to point out the reproductive traits of these rodents. A female will generally have a huge first litter. I've had rats throw 30+ pinkies at once. Their litters regularly decrease from there. The same female rat will have a litter of 18 the next time, 12 the next, 8 the next, etc. I can only assume it's a product of their short life spans. It's not diet, it's just nature.

Decimated means either 1. to destroy a great number of, or proportion of, or 2. to select by lot and kill 1 of every 10. Crops can be decimated, disease can decimate populatons, but that's not what happened to the fictional worlds of Kobol.

The people of the 12 colonies were massacred or slaughtered with only 48,000 people from 13 planets left alive.

If you're going to describe mass killing, for sake of the Gods, use properly descriptive words for it.

The other day, I ran into a neighbor at the store, and during our conversation (largely about groceries and budget woes), she expressed a nasty aside about how Obama hasn't done anything to fix anything. I'll tell you the same thing I told her.

For fuck's sake, he's only been in office for three weeks. What do you want him to wave a magic wand? This shit takes time.

Give this administration longer than a few weeks to get their bearings, get their act together, and turn the country around, before you start denouncing everything as "same old same old." If there is still no appreciable change after a year, I'll accept the premise that nothing has changed.