It is like "Cosmopolitan", only for men.

is that the waste of carbon who blew her beautiful face away only got 7 years.

I loved his quip about how he had a dozen oysters and only nine worked. They must be a lot of fun to be around.

Use defunct CDs for software you don't want anymore. Solves several problems: beer coaster, recycling CDs, and letting everyone know how much you hate that version of Windows.

There are so many factors in disease transmission. Are the victims regular hand washers? What sorts of contact do they have with other sick people? Is it *really* that pathogen or something similar? Is someone reporting they have it because they're hysterical?

Its nice to be aware of flus and stuff, but I can't help thinking that the media is selling a lot of ad space getting us all whipped up (and therefore checking their websites and ads) about this. I also wonder what role big pharma may have in this. They're really good at putting their hands out for donations to find a cure, when what we need is to find the cause.

(Of course, self-control in the form of hand washing and sanitation isn't as sexy at the fund raises as doctors in white coats rushing out and saving people.)

I was married. I was divorced. The ex wanted an annulment. I just said no. I'm an atheist now and don't care. I did not want the Church of the Invisible Sky Wizard poking around in my affairs. Robyn doesn't have to answer the annulment.

I come from a long line of people who are too proud to do anything but pay full retail. I love farmers' markets and tend to dither en route to them. I often get there just before closing. I discovered that a lot of the vendors just dispose of whatever does not sell, because they're going back to the farm and the stuff will spoil.

So, I go to my local farmers' market 15 minutes before closing and solve our mutual problems. One vender sells bread that retails for $5.50. At the end of the day, she pays a pig farmer to take the bread. I buy it from her for half the retail. One day, I told her I wanted to wipe out her focaccia selection. I got $16 worth of goodies for $4.

I think that's better than putting the squeeze on a retailer with keep-able inventory. If you buy up stuff at a farmers' market end of the day, you save the vendor the cost of disposing of the produce as well as the cost of extra fuel to transport the stuff to the dump/farm/pig farm.

Whose idea was it to have the DHS? I guess they are surprised to find out the DHS is actually about HS and not about sending brown people to Gitmo.

How can you even put that outpatient in the same category as people who, you know, actually have credentials. She's just a nutter.

At least when I lose my job, I can take heart that my adjustible rate mortgage will eventually go to principal-only, meaning I will be paying something like $139.46 per month to stay in my modest abode.

We eat the animals that ate the GM corn. That's one way to solve the overpopulation problem. Ship a few bales to Wasilla, Alaska!

One guy at my polling place had a very minor glitch and you could really hear the panic in his voice. The workers fixed it quickly, but we've all heard enough about third world voting practices here in the US.

Nice that Martha had Maddow on. Did they make crafts with a hot glue gun after the interview?

We normally get a bit of a line because the regular poll workers are elderly guys from the senior center and they're movin' slowly these days. However, they had some younger workers assisting them. We use paper ballots where we mark with pens and then the items are shoved into a scanner. From the footage I've seen, it looks like the same system the Obamas used in Chicago. I had only one person in line ahead of me and was out of there quickly.

The line at Starbucks for my "election coffee" was longer.

There's a wealth of stupidity out there for these guys to go on about.

do you post on the WELL? If so, your pseudo-anarchic posts are just as crappy and unwelcome here as they are on the WELL. If not, your pseudo-anarchic posts are crappy and unwelcome. Period.

As for the nitpicking about the Kenyan grandmother versus the American grandmother, realize that the American one is the one he lived with for 8 years. The African one everyone talks about married Obama's grandfather and is not biologically related to the candidate.

That poor woman - in what 36 hours, she would have been watching her grandbaby on TV tell us he's going to be president. No fair. If there is an afterlife, I hope she and the 44 year old campaigner from Nevada get front row seats in front of that celestial Jumbotron...

If Opus found his mom in Stellaluna and discovered that he really could fly. It was sweet, but a little Twilight Zoney. I don't think Opus died. I think he just turned into a fictional illustration, which is what he is.

Nice to see the glasses come off Dallas. Is like BD losing the helmet in Doonesbury.