New York Daily News – City News – Losing war on drugs.
“The message to parents is clear. Parents cannot outsource their responsibility to schools or to law enforcement,” said Califano, a former U.S. secretary of Health, Education and Welfare.
Wow, they’re starting to notice!
Amazon.com sneakily opened a new store called Health & Personal Care: Sex & Sensuality. They have pictures of crazy purple vibrators there.
Last night after work, I went out for a cocktail with my boyfriend Joe. We went to The Red Rock. We sat at the bar. I drank my usual. We chatted. I rubbed Joe’s head because he shaved it recently and it’s at that fuzzy stage that I like to pet.
Bo joined us. Joe called Corby. Corby arrived. We moved to a table. (The dumb asses at the Dead Cock removed the booths, so now it’s even boomier and more aurally uncomfortable in there than it ever was before.)
We chatted, drank, and smoked. We were all amusing as hell, as usual.
Dwight was drunk and disorderly, and spent a goodly amount of time banging his hands as hard and as loud as he could on the bar, more or less in time to the horrid rock that was blaring out of the Bose speakers hanging from the walls.
When I went to the ladies’ restroom, this was Sharpied on the door:
I know it’s foolish of me to hope that graffiti will be spelled correctly, but damn. What kind of mongoloid can buy a Sharpie, get herself to the bar, and operate a bathroom door, but can’t spell sticky?
I recently finished reading Calculating God by Robert Sawyer, and I have to say I didn’t much like it.
I bought it because I was stoked at the idea of reading a “sci-fi” piece that was, at the very least, religion-friendly. I got instead a one-dimensional book (the entire story f0cused on one set of characters, the one “sub-plot,” if I’m not grossly misusing the word in this case, was told in fewer than five pages) in which the author thoroughly lamed out in the end with a finite, locatable intelligence turning out to be God!
While I enjoyed the author’s attempt to use science to explain the impossibility of our existence, I really felt like he lamed out at the end with that God-as-big-black-obelisk thing.
A running list, 14-20:
proprioceptive
kvelling
apposite
ullage
naff
I want to do a big group project suddenly, just so I can use this – Basecamp, project management and task management software. It just looks cute… and it’s not Outlook.
About a year ago I found out that Ron’s girlfriend (now fiancee) is a killer seamstress, and I’ve coveted her stuff for too long now. So I just went to her web site and bought this killer dress. That bitch is so mine! I’m so excited! I mean, how desperately adorable is that dress?!
A running list, 7-13:
schadenfreude
pederastic
dyspnea
somatization
cladistic
protista
mishugana
arced
I want this so bad. So, so bad.
The last time I went grocery shopping, I noticed that it’s possible to buy alfredo sauce in tubs in the cooler, in just-add-water dry packets, frozen, and bottled.
This is absurd.
It’s so easy to make delicious, preservative-free alfredo that there’s no reason to buy the stuff at all. In fact, the dry packet version actually takes longer to make than the original.
Operating on the assumption that folks just plain don’t know how to make alfredo, here’s how I do it.
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