WHEN is the Federal law enforcement going to stop sitting on their hands and start arresting and prosecuting people who foment violent overthrow of the majority-elected government, not to mention open suggestions for the assassination of a sitting president?

What, exactly, are they waiting for?

Holy moly. Everybody's going off the rails!

I can't believe the Church of the SubGenius made the list. Awesome!

Give me liberty or give me death or feed me!

Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

Stop complaining about small things that people do to achieve the greater good just because its not 100% the way you would do it. Really. Its ungracious, spiteful, petty, and just plain annoying.

I was thinking something similar after the scene of her watching newsreels of the Viet Namese monk setting himself on fire. That was a heavy imprint moment for her, being so vulnerable after watching her family treat her grandfather's death with what she saw as a cavalier attitude (although to anyone who has lived through it, that scene was anything but blithe). Instead of comfort, she was yelled at and told to go watch TV.

That's was an interesting setup for a future Sally who may see on the one hand Americans not giving a damn about death and sorrow, while across the world people are setting themselves on fire to try and get people's attention about their own despair. Its certainly putting her on a path towards political agitation of one flavor or another.

The guy who lost his foot was the English wunderkind, that was a key plot point in the show as well as being lousy with subtext. He wasn't going to get drafted by the US Army no matter what.

She had dark hair piled on her head in a halo hairstyle. I think that was the original look of Barbie, which they renamed "Midge" or somesuch when the current blonde-california-girl look took over.

I never watch awards shows because they're usually boring as hell (well sometimes I watch the Golden Globes because I love seeing the celebrities get drunker and sillier as the evening goes on) but I tuned in just for NPH and I thought he was brilliant. Funny, lively, good sport, and just stupidly handsome. The only part of the show I tuned out was the 'reality' portion because really who cares (although I think Top Chef should have won!). Everything else was really well-done, in particular John Hodgman's color commentary as each new winner came up onto the stage.

Thank you mama for makin' me gold pants

Pants I can dance in

Make romance in

Gem sweater!

Awesome.

I always insist on the longest legs in the front passenger's seat, and that usually is a guy, so I usually wind up in the back seat (unless its my car!). I don't think that's sexism or segregation, I always just thought it was courtesy. If you put a tiny person in front, they have to pull their seat up to the dash in order for the taller person in the back to not have their knees smashed up into the seat. That's unsafe for the front seat passenger and uncomfortable for the back seat passenger.

"Looks Like Rain" by the Grateful Dead, in particular a live recording from Hartford in 1986 with Bobby's voice bouncing around the arena the guitar crescendo and fade-out capturing the violent thunderstorm of a broken heart followed by a calmer pervasive sorrow.

Pouring rain, just lashing down. It felt good to not feel obligated to be outdoorsy, I could just lie on my couch and rest and play on the computer and watch TV without feeling guilty about wasting a nice day.

Sex and gender are not the same thing. Semenya can call him/herself female, that's fine by me, but s/he can't compete in sports as one because his/her biology is unequivocally male. Muscle mass, body fat distribution, pelvic structure (particularly relevant for running), hormonal makeup - male.

The only question that this test was trying to answer was, should Semenya be competing in women's sports where biology is the *only* thing that matters? The answer is no.

...that I once got the best of both worlds with respect to toenails and accidental pelvic exams. One gym I used to go to had a wall of mirrors with a counter in front of them, for the applying of makeup, floofing of hair, etc. The counter was waist-high. I walked through that room to get to the showers and beheld a lady who had hauled her leg up onto the counter and proceeded to clip her toenails. That was a real treat.

That's just gross, and to the person who said that clipping toenails is a part of human life, so is nose-picking but I don't want to see that in the locker room either.

I also throw my hat into the "if you're going to bend over at the waist, please put on some drawers" ring; I'm down with flab, flop, wobble, wiggle, muff, moles, and what-have-you, but I'd rather not actually be able to see your labia minora. And yes yes "don't look" but twice now women standing right next to me as I was sitting on the bench either putting on or taking off my sneakers have done this right in front of me, so their ladyparts were in my line of sight as soon as I lifted my head.

But, the more jiggly women in the gym the better, for everyone from a fitness perspective and from a bringing-us-back-to-reality perspective.