Archive for August, 2011

Hillary Touched Me

‘Why can’t I be me?’ -Robert Smith, August 1992 As kids I would sit on my little brother’s chest and pin his arms to the ground with my knees, then I’d gently comb his eyebrows backwards with two fingers while rapidly repeating, “whichey whichey whichy”. I thought of that yesterday at work and laughed loudly, […]

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Vacation, all I ever wanted

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I like today.

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Beans Aren’t Beans. I Knew This.

Over the weekend I grabbed Startbucks beans from Wal-Mart and of all the coffees, only one other came in a sack of beans. Figured I’d try it, though it is known as a common brew: 8 O’clock Coffee. Fresh ground and pressed is decent, certainly better than packaged Folgers from the little office packets. But […]

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Hold My Hair Back, Thanks

And the results of the debate about the financial crisis are in: Last night we raised the debt ceiling, meaning we are allowed to go further into debt, and we increased spending so that we will. Increased spending? But they said they cut it by 2.4 trillion. A lie. What they did was, they looked […]

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