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My two cents are: Bela Lugosi was a hermaphrodite. Not a smooth brown sort of silky hermaphodite, but more of a powderpuff Zsa Zsa Gabor-type hermaphrodite. Hank Kimble was a hermaphrodite too. We're not going to talk about the pig. Just not going to do it. There is something truly unnatural about transexual pork.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 22:55:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Watching Ed Wood was like watching a leg of lamb burn. It took along time and the end result was more tasteless than what had gone before. I'd rent Danny Bonaduce's next home movie first!!!!!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 22:50:22 (EST)

My two cents are: I thought we saw the real Bella Lugosi in "Ed Wood". Don't tell me this was just another Marquis de Sade "wet dream". Sheeeiiit. Time to head for the convenience store and look for a smooth brown hermaphrodite.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 22:01:37 (EST)

My two cents are: What's beer costing you guys? Bud is 8 bucks for 18 bottles here. Weirder than cheap gas.
Borgtex
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 21:55:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, John Schneider has always been easy on the eyes. Also Ashton Kutcher, best described in a Village Voice review for Dude, Where's My Car? as "absurdly beautiful."
Jerry
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 21:51:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Actually, I've always lusted after Minnie.
Mickey
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 20:22:08 (EST)

My two cents are: I've always nursed a terrible crush on Mr. John Schneider. He's not a bad tenor, either (played in New York in GRAND HOTEL, I think). He's released quite a few country albums, though they're hard to find on CD. Try the used cassette section of your local music store. By the way, he's very sexy as (I swear this is true) a fightin' Protestant missionary who goes head to head with evil Central American drug dealers to save his wife and child. (And he looks very fetching in the obligatory shirtless interrogation scene.) Other hunks of today and yesteryear: Mike Henry for sure. And Rafer Johnson right alongside him in one of those 60's Tarzan flicks. Robert Conrad in those incredible Wild, Wild West pants. Wesley Snipes (though I suspect somehow that he's not a pleasant man to be around); Richard Hill of the 1st and 4th DEATHSTALKER films; Reb Brown (gorgeous no matter how old he gets & a good actor); Dolph Lundgren; Eric Roberts; Buster Crabbe; Steve Reeves (of course); And would this be the place to admit lust for Kent Clark in THE ATTACK OF THE GIANT LEECHES?
Susie St. Croix
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 20:09:45 (EST)

My two cents are: THE GRADUATE How can one not appreciate a Mrs. Robinson.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 18:08:44 (EST)

My two cents are: http://www.dittohead.org/gomer.JPG
speaking of totally gay!
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:42:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Several thousand Palm Beach residents met recently for a "Democrats Are Not Stupid" convention. Al Gore says, "We are all here today to prove to the world that Palm Beach Democrats are not stupid. Can I have a volunteer? A small elderly woman gingerly works her way through the crowd and steps up to the stage. Gore asks her, "What is 15 plus 15?" After 15 or 20 seconds she says, "Eighteen!" Obviously everyone is a little disappointed. Then the crowd started cheering, "Give her another chance! Give her another chance!" So Gore says, "Well since we've gone to the trouble of getting all of you people in one place and we have the world-wide press and global broadcast media here, gee, uh, I guess we can give her another chance." So he asks, "What is 5 plus 5?" After nearly 30 seconds she eventually says, "Ninety?" Gore is quite perplexed, looks down and just lets out a dejected sigh -- everyone is disheartened - the little old lady starts crying and the Democrats begin to yell and wave their hands shouting, "GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE! GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE!" Gore, unsure whether or not he is doing more harm than damage, eventually says, "OK! OK! Just one more chance -- What is 2 plus 2?" The lady closes her eyes, and after a whole minute eventually says, "Four?". Throughout the stadium pandemonium breaks out as every Democrat in the audience jumps to their feet, waves their arms, stomps their feet and screams... "GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE! GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE!"
2 can play at that game
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:39:20 (EST)

My two cents are: A Republican and a Democrat were walking down the street when they came upon a homeless person. The Republican gave the homeless person his card and invited him to come to his business for a job. He then took twenty dollars out of his pocket and gave it to the homeless person. The Democrat took note and was very impressed, so when they came to another homeless person, he too decided to help. He walked over to the homeless person and gave him directions to the welfare office, then reached into the Republican's pocket and gave him fifty dollars.
let's lighten up
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:37:21 (EST)

My two cents are: http://www.dittohead.org/hillary.html
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:34:46 (EST)

My two cents are: http://search.news.yahoo.com/search/news?p=%22eric+crouch%22&n=10&c=news_photos
hubba hubba! <no drooling nor dribbling nor washing of feet in the sink>
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:31:00 (EST)

My two cents are: http://www.ticketsnow.com/search/results.cfm?restart=yes&e=740&v=1457&s=1&month=1&day=3&year=2002&cfid=5942318&cftoken=16321893&cfuser=A9467A0D-C780-401D-B030020708EBE083

- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:25:22 (EST)

My two cents are: http://www.ticketsupfront.com/detail.php?event=12093
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:23:52 (EST)

My two cents are: http://www.atpictures.com/wes/
Jerry (sigh...)
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:16:40 (EST)

My two cents are: According to an online source Wes is currently single, living in Hollywood and set to portray gay actor Montgomery Clift in an upcoming biopic. This is an actor I have high hopes for.
Jerry
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:13:13 (EST)

My two cents are: How about Wes Bentley? Who can forget him in American Beauty where he played a disturbed neighbor's son? Plus, I'm also in the middle of a gorgeously photographed western called The Claim. Wes is hot and so I will now be required to watch American Beauty once more, if only for him...
Jerry
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:11:44 (EST)

My two cents are: http://www.washtimes.com/commentary/20011226-98623687.htm

- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:10:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Here's one for the new fronts posting on this site, a true story. Imagine me in the bath last night. Dachshund lying on a towel at tub side, the jets whipping the suds into a foamy soapy froth. Behind my back an air pocket has formed. A slight movement and the air is released along with an unpleasant sound. The dog, startled from his slumber, awakens and rolls over facing me with outstretched quizzical ears. He stares, blinks and sniffs his behind. Smelling nothing he goes back to sleep. Isn't that just the cutest story?
Glint
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 17:01:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Morgan Fairchild. I'm drooling.
A man's man.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 16:52:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Steve Cochran! Randolph Scott! Ray Corrigan! young James Garner! Robert Conrad! I'm drooling!
Gordy
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 16:49:16 (EST)

My two cents are: Don't see too many movies, but I did finish that Goldberg book on the media entitled 'Bias.' Read it on the plane to and fro. In a pinch at other reading opportunities I found the book to be rather moving. Take the expose of the media's overblown reaction to the mythical threat of a hetero Aids epidemic. Never happened in this country. Not even close. It's a non-issue invented by the gay community and swallowed <ahem!> by the Liberal media.
Glint
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 16:37:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Turning my, um, attention to film hunks ... For me, the ultimate "hunk" will always be Tab Hunter -any way you look at him, he represents absolute perfection! And, might I recommend "Island Of Desire" and "Ride The Wild Surf"? Such a surfeit of beauty, and, in the last film, largely unclothed! On another note: When Paramount Pictures demanded that Anthony Perkins end his affair with Tab Hunter, because the studio had decided to build him into a big star, Anthony Perkins flatly refused to do it - he knew exactly what he had and he wasn't going to let go!
Ken
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 16:36:50 (EST)

My two cents are: I liked COUSINS. Especially when Isabella climbed on the back of that bike.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 16:23:18 (EST)

My two cents are: I didn't like Cat People. The movie was totally un-gay.
Dick N. Lips
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 16:20:29 (EST)

My two cents are: FREAKS is not exactly the kind of movie one can "warm to," is it? (And by the way, Leonardo DiCaprio has supposedly signed to star in a film bio of Johnny Eck!)
Prescott Jamison
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:49:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Speaking of freaks, my favorite cult classic is Freaks, the 1932 version. The subtext was quite visual in fact. You had the freak who had no body from the waist down that walked around on his hands. The poor soul had no nether regions at all - completely bottomless (oo la la!) I mean he had absolutely no bottom at all. His best friend on the other hand was a human sausage, a man with no arms or legs wearing a sort of body stocking. From certain camera perspectives when the two were side by side the bottomless man morphed into what appeared to be a person with an enormous personality and little else. Scrumptuous eye candy, simply to die for!
Slim Whiteone
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:45:25 (EST)

My two cents are: And perhaps Bela Lugosi's finest performance . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:34:23 (EST)

My two cents are: I, too, have to go with FANTASIA as my favorite Walt Disney cartoon but it may be because I saw it through a marijuana haze. Even with my senses normal the Sorceror's Apprentice is great, though.
Brian
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:32:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Daisy, grab it! The quality is superb, and I think Tower is currently selling it at a much lower price. Being a circus freak--wait, that doesn't sound right!--being a circus fan, I share your love and enthusiasm for DUMBO, one of the few films to actually make me cry. (It was a long time ago, of course; at least a month.) One of the things I love best about DUMBO is it's the first example of Disney's crazed and eccentric elephants, who also enliven FANTASIA, JUNGLE BOOK, and the company's latest: TARZAN. A noble tradition!
Prescott Jamison
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:31:01 (EST)

My two cents are: I loved the part where the small pedophillic mushroom kept bumping into the larger, more mature members of the cast. Simply just loved it. As a child I just ate it up like pudding. Coconut flavoured.
Manny Dripps
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:29:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Done gone round the bend round here.
hopeless
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:27:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh Fantasia was indeed marvelous! I particularly liked the subtext of the mushrooms with the huge globular bumpy heads. Mmmmmm...Ooch!
Rip van Anal
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:25:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Prescott, I share your love of PINOCCHIO, but my personal favorite is DUMBO. I loved this film as a child, and it's message of individuality over uniform rigidity has kept it very close to my heart(and I love the score!). By the way, Prescott, how is the quality of the PINOCCHIO DVD? Every time I go to Tower or Suncoast I'm tempted to purchase it, but 40.00 is a little steep!
Daisy
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:19:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Really? So, what happened 5 years ago that's worth celebrating?
Glint
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:18:38 (EST)

My two cents are: We be we, that's who we be.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:15:15 (EST)

My two cents are: My favorite Disney is the potpourri of Fantasia. Music, animation, little dialogue.
Mickey
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:14:01 (EST)

My two cents are: All 35 of us, that's who.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:06:58 (EST)

My two cents are: "we do have a 5 year anniversary coming up here in a few days." Oh really? Who might 'we' be?
Glint
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:03:01 (EST)

My two cents are: I'll take "Animated Disney Hunks" for $20 and a rim job, Alex.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 15:01:41 (EST)

My two cents are: The gayest of comedy films has to be the Pink Panther series. I mean come on now, were those kung fu fights between the inspector and his housboy anything other than blatent sadomasachistic rape between master and slave? Even though you could see it coming it always made the heart beat faster.
Peter Brown
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 14:59:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Why don't we combine these topics and discuss "Disney Hunks"?? For me, the day I found God was the day I first saw Jan-Michael Vincent in "The World's Greatest Athlete." Of course, he's since been outed as a socialsit.
Pete�
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 14:56:26 (EST)

My two cents are: If we are talking hunks -- and strictly sex appeal here -- then I'm afraid that I'll have to venture away from some of the more commonly cited people. The following come to mind immediately:PAUL RUDD; CHARLES "BUDDY" ROGERS; RICHARD ARLEN; STEVE REEVES; LUCIEN SENEMAUD (played the younger convict in Jean Genet's 1950 masterpiece Un Chant D'Amour); HIRAM KELLER (the brunette in Fellini Satyricon); JASON LEE (cute beardie in Almost Famous & Chasing Amy); ESAI MORALES (latino actor, unforgettably loinclothed in Rapa Nui); SEBASTIANE SPENCE (Canadian actor played the 25 year old Kevin in The Boys of St. Vincent); BARRY TUBB (blonde in Consenting Adult & Top Gun); ALEC BALDWIN (in Dress Grey, before he got bloated); JAMES LEGROS (stocky blonde in Drugstore Cowboy, Point Break, Near Dark, etc.); BRUNO TODESCHINI (french actor notable in the films of Patrice Chereau); JON FINCH & JONNY LEE MILLER (Scotsmen); RUPERT GRAVES & JUDE LAW (can't forget the Brit's); JEFFREY HUNTER (even he couldn't save King of Kings though); JOHN ASHLEY (star of various 50's teen b-movies). Then there are a few directors like John Waters, Franco Zeffereli and Luchino Visconti who so pack their films with photogenic men that I wouldn't know where to start...
Kevin
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 14:52:23 (EST)

My two cents are: I like BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. When I saw it the first thing I thought was the score was almost like a Broadway musical and before I knew it it was a Broadway musical!!!
Brian
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 14:48:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Let's face it, Cruella is the closest animation has yet come to a drag queen. DALMATIONS was the first Disney feature to have that "scratchier" style favored for a number of years, and I still find it less satisfying than the studio's earlier work. I agree with you about the current formulaic quality of Disney animation, though I must admit to thinking very highly of THE LITTLE MERMAID, ALADDIN, and THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME. I'm slightly less taken with BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, and don't really care for THE LION KING at all . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 14:34:23 (EST)

My two cents are: So does HB have nice teats or what?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 14:29:27 (EST)

My two cents are: I always thought of Disney as being the Mercedes-Benz of animation, and Warner Bros. as being the Volkswagen. There's nothing inherently wrong with either style, and I love 'em both, but I'd rather have the Mercedes than the bug. That said, I've become rather...well, irritated by the rather formulaic product Disney is churning out these days. We always get an outcast hero/heroine (usually an orphan or with comic-relief parents), who gets to sing at least one "why don't I fit in?" song, cutesy animal sidekicks, and a bunch of songs by popular rock-n-roll songmeisters. The formula was fine for LITTLE MERMAID and BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, but it's gotten stale and too darn predictable. I thought THE IRON GIANT was better than any of the recent animated Disneys. By far. It was more exciting, and more imaginative and original than the stuff the Mouse has been doing. It's too bad the movie tanked at the box office. MY favorite animated Disney film is SNOW WHITE, but PINOCCHIO is a really close second. (Oddly enough, my favorite Disney villian is Cruella de Vil, from one of the animateds that I'm less than enthusiatic about...)
Ken
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 14:18:34 (EST)

My two cents are: I'm hoping this won't degenerate into an "either or" argument between lovers of Disney and Warner Bros., because I like the animation from both studios, but Tom and I watched the DVD of PINOCCHIO last night and that's why I'm joining in on this discussion of Uncle Walt. Some 60 years after it was made, PINOCCHIO is still on the top of my list as the greatest animated feature ever made. Computer animation comes nowhere near it for charm or depth of characterization, and "When You Wish Upon a Star" (even moreso, perhaps, than "Over the Rainbow") is the international anthem of those for whom fantasy is the very stuff of life . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 14:04:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Anybody watch disney anime? Anyhow, reading this page is like listening to that insufferably polite pair of rodents, Chip & Dale. Or in this case would that be Chippendale?
Glint
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 14:02:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Right off the bat, I'm gonna state that I have no affinity towards blondes, but am very attracted to the Mediterranean, swarthiness of men. Give me an interesting face first, then let me discover the body...on that note: DAVID DUCHOVNY...GERARD DEPARDIEU (before he dine with Marlon Brando)...MARLON BRANDO (before he ballooned, LONG, before he ballooned)...BRIAN STOKES MITCHELL (star of the Broadway hits RAGTIME, KISS ME, KATE and KING HEDLEY) DAVIS GAINES (singer extraordinaire, and long-time rinning Phantom of the Opera)...J. P. PITOC (star of indy film TRICK, does wonders with a red bikini brief)...STEVE REEVES MICHAEL T. WEISS (what's he been up to since THE PRENTENDER?)...SAM WATERSTON (surprise! always fascinating to think about what's underneath)...JUDE LAW (one look at him in TALENTED MR. RIPLEY was all it took)...ROBERT CUCCIOLI (now that I've seen this star of JECKYLL & HYDE in action - - Bells are Ringing - - i know that he is a major talent in every way)...KEVIN KLINE (in the early part of his career. just look at him in the film of PIRATES OF PENZANCE - -PHWOAR!!!!)...Non-mainstream: Michel, formerly Michael Lucas, former Falcon guy - now a director/star in his own films...Marcelo Reeves - hot Brazilian star of MATADOR (NOT the Almodovar!)...Mark Anthony - Kristen Bjorn discovery on tap in WORLD OF MEN and THE ANCHOR HOTEL...ERIC EVANS - hirsute star of many, many, many adult films..JAMIE GILLIS - str8 porn star of the late 70's early 80's (see THE OPENING OF MISTY BEETHOVEN)...HARRY REEMS - str8 porn star of the late 70's early 80's (see THE DEVIL IN MISS JONES) -- If I've forgotten anybody, please accept my apologies...
Jerry
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 13:48:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Where is everyone? Sitting in their "hunting lodges" shatting out self-douching loaves?
Glint
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 13:40:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Well there's Dino Phillips.... or do you mean mainstream films? If so then... Gary Conway (Land of the Giants), Burt Ward (in his boy wonder tights), will have to add film stars another time.
Ken
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 13:35:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Would it be off-topic to mention that my friend's ex, back in Lincoln, is now a -- how would you describe it -- a girl's girl? He showed me a photo portrait of herself and her significant tunnel. Both are now rather, well, dowdy looking. Which is to be expected since I assume both are approaching middle age. In the photograph each is posed in a white gown, and the focus is somewhat fuzzy, as if the photographer yanked down his pantyhose and stretched it in front of the camera's lens. But what puzzles me is the prop that was used: a miniature white Roman column. The guy's ex is posed with her chin resting on her hands which are folded on top of the column. Her "fiance" is posed with her left arm around the column with the forarm laying along the side, fingers pointing upward. What is the meaning of the chin, the hands, the fingers, and the column? And why is it a miniature column, much like that Stonehenge prop from the movie Spinal Tap (shifting smoothly back onto the subject of movies)?
Glint
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 13:27:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Q: "What film music is currently on your CD player, I ask one and all?" A: Cat People (Bowie)
Glint
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 13:23:52 (EST)

My two cents are: I've always been impressed by Bruce Willis.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 13:18:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Here's to the hunks! Whether you like 'em slender or muscled, young or (ahem!) mature, blonde or brunette, talented or Keanu--let's hear your favorites! :)
Prescott Jamison
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 12:30:54 (EST)

My two cents are: By getting up close and personal, Glint. Duh!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 11:51:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Good grief! I'm about two days behind the scroll. What happened? Did I start something a few days ago when I introduced Brenda? <> Couldn't help bringing her up while jawboning with the Mrs. on the return flight. She leaned over and said that what she heard was that Brenda was a true hermaphrodite. True hermaphrodite? Where in the hell did she get that kind of information?!
Glint
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 11:12:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Anybody see the new Halle Berry flick yet?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 11:12:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Also the little matter of body count. Did Walker kill anyone? Who? Sure, he's a rightwinger, aren't they all, but we have to remember he's just a "poor fellow."
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 11:00:57 (EST)

My two cents are: The difference being Walker is far more religious than McVeigh was. I'd place Walker right alongside Ashcroft and Robertson and Falwell, except Muslim.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 10:28:21 (EST)

My two cents are: As a side note, both McVeigh and Walker, were ultra-conservatives. I blame conservativism, not the parents.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 09:48:55 (EST)

My two cents are: The selective blame game played by conservatives By Linda Hirshman, 12/27/2001 ISTEN TO THE brokenhearted father of the young man caught killing Americans: ''What he did was a terrible, unimaginable thing, and I don't understand it or know how anyone could do it, but I love my son.'' No, the speaker is not John Walker Lindh's father, Frank, but Bill McVeigh, who continued to look for answers until the day his son Timothy was executed for blowing up the Oklahoma City federal building. Now that let-it-all-hang-out Marin County has produced the infamous American Taliban, the conservative culture warriors are eager to help dads like Bill McVeigh find some answers. But the senior McVeigh probably won't like what he hears. John Walker Lindh's spectacular misdeeds, the right-wing thinkers say, are actually his parents' fault. Typical California parents, they didn't say ''no'' to him often enough. Blame, too, the culture of the community where the parents saw fit to raise the boy. In Lindh's case it was Marin County, that Sodom and Gomorrah around San Francisco in the pro-Gore state of California. In California, commentators are saying, people change religions like suits of clothing, and nothing is condemned except judgment and standards. In his essay on young Lindh, British conservative Andrew Sullivan tells us that good communities like rural Alabama don't produce men who would hurt their fellow Americans. (Not being raised in America, perhaps Sullivan doesn't know about Selma.) So, according to Sullivan and the others, Bill McVeigh has a lot to answer for. He raised his son in rural upstate Pendleton, N.Y. Who knows what perversions lurk there, where McVeigh's lifetime employer, General Motors, operated a subsidiary and the Tonawonda Catholic Church had its bingo games and the Buffalo Bills their football triumphs. Maybe Bill McVeigh didn't say ''no'' often enough to Tim, although the local Catholic priest described the youngster as ''a normal boy who liked playing basketball and came to church picnics.'' It's hard to see where more discipline would have been useful. Father and son McVeigh had projects they did together - particularly digging in a full size flagpole for the Stars and Stripes to fly in front of their modest little home. In his patriotism and his love for his son, Bill McVeigh has a lot in common with those other guilty parents, Kathy and Wayne Harris and Sue and Tom Klebold. Their parenting style and the community where they raised their families came under a lot of scrutiny when their sons Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold gunned down their classmates, bombed their high school, and then took their own lives. Wayne Harris was a military man, an Air Force pilot, and a developer of airplane equipment. Kathy, a stay-at-home mom who later took her famous cooking skills to a local caterer. They moved to Littleton, Colo., a heartland state, to raise their children nearer to their grandparents. The elder Harris was famous in the Air Force for never missing one of his son's Little League games. When, in adolescence, Eric began showing signs of trouble, the parents took him to a psychologist and put him on antidepressant medicines. Tom and Sue Klebold were Midwesterners, who moved to Colorado, hoping to raise their children closer to nature and away from the hustle and bustle of the street. No guns were allowed in their house, no violent movies. Far from eschewing religion or drifting from one fad to another, the Klebold boys went to confirmation class at a Lutheran Church and observed their mother's Jewish traditions in the home. In Colorado, Tom Klebold ran his business out of his home, and Sue worked nearby with disabled students at the community college. When Dylan started showing signs of trouble, they grounded him, took away his computer privileges, and started surprise searches of his room. In fairness, if Democratic-leaning communities like Marin County are responsible for John Walker Lindh, Republican Colorado and patriotic Catholic upstate New York should have a piece of the deaths in Oklahoma City and Littleton. After all, Tim McVeigh killed a lot more Americans than John Walker Lindh did. But there was no talk in the conservative media of cultural relativism when Timothy McVeigh blew up the federal building or when Harris and Klebold blew up their school. Similarly, for three short months after Sept. 11, the worst of the cultural hate rhetoric was also silenced, as a united America confronted a fundamentalist movement that gives new meaning to the concept of hate rhetoric and cultural intolerance. People were saying that everything had changed. Now, based on the single bizarre example of John Walker Lindh, a handful of commentators want to rev it up again. Sullivan even blamed Lindh on Bill Clinton. We owe it to the victims of hate not to let it happen. Linda Hirshman is the Allen/Berenson Distinguished Professor of Philosophy and Women's Studies at Brandeis University.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 09:08:16 (EST)

My two cents are: On Sunday, the chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee said bin Laden probably is not dead. ``The latest intelligence we had indicates that the high probabilities are that bin Laden is still alive,'' Sen. Bob Graham (news - bio - voting record), D-Fla., said on CNN's ``Late Edition.'' ``Where he is, is a question mark. The trail has gone cold as to whether he's still in the caves of Tora Bora or, in fact, has slipped out into Pakistan.'' Graham offered no further details and said he could not say why he believes bin Laden is still alive.
Of course he's alive; he's hiding out with Cheney
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 09:07:18 (EST)

My two cents are: May the merry bells keep ringing! May your every wish come true! ... Happy Holidays! Happy Holidays! May the calendar keep bringing - Happy Holidays, to you! Mr. Len here! Let me be the first to offer all here on SCARLET STREET, the best for this coming New Year! I've just about had it with all the snow and lousy weaather here in Chicago, and I'm going to visit my Mom, my visiting brother and his kids in Florida for about a week! Can't wait! While I am gone, I would like it if Mr. Prescott, Mr. Kevin, Mr. Ken, Mr. Jerry and all other iconoclastic trouble makers to behave and play nice! Again, I wish the best for all here! Let's also hope that 2001 will be a heck of a lot better than 2000! Mr. Len
Len
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 02:21:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Happy New Year Fgate.
gnat
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 00:09:06 (EST)

My two cents are: we do have a 5 year anniversary coming up here in a few days. thanks for the page adam and your tolerance of our collective weirdness. truly more than the sum of its parts.
Borg 3 of 22
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 23:52:33 (EST)

My two cents are: I mean I think Erica Jong sort of put pussy on the news stand. Phil Roth was just a perv. but they wrote the same shit as far as I can tell.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 23:50:27 (EST)

My two cents are: A girl girl overt text is a winner every time.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 23:46:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Welcome, Jeremy! You pose some interesting questions (or, as Dr. Bohmer might say, "you weave a pretty fairy tale") and I hope everyone will join in. I'm a little pressed for time right now, but I'll certainly have a few things to say soon as possible . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 23:38:05 (EST)

My two cents are: the gay heat is a big step forward. let's not forget that.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 23:27:09 (EST)

My two cents are: Fornigatedom, heading towards 2002, has been majorly re-framed. Caveat emptor. If you can't stand being part of the gay heat, get out of the frickin kitchen.
no hey I'm sure they can all be part of the gay heat, no?
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 23:22:33 (EST)

My two cents are: "And, while I'm thinking of it (and I AM thinking of it), gentlemen - how...ahem, naked does the (reportedly, gay as a goose) Mr. Lee get in the aforementioned MUMMY?" OK somebody, dish. Where does this delightful bit of news come from? I'm a huge JSL fan. I even sat through MAP OF THE HUMAN HEART (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz) for the love of Jason. P.S. Yes I am just discovering this message board. And having lots of fun reading it.
Jeremy
Somewhere Over the Rainbow, - Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 23:08:01 (EST)

My two cents are: I concur with Len's view on THE HITCHER. I haven't seen the picture in over a decade, but distinctly recall the dramatic frission created by gorgeous boy C. Thomas being relentlessly pursued by gorgeous man Rutger Hauer. This reminds me of a half-baked thought that's been bubbling under my skin for a while pertaining to the gay subtext issues which have been discussed here. I think one reason why a case can be made for a gay subtext within so many fantasy films is due to the fact that there are so many interesting human dramas arising from the existencies of gay life. Just a few examples: * people who reject expected social roles * feeling alone/like an outsider * having a terrific secret which must be hidden at high risk * belonging to a secret society of people who are different from society at large * not quite fitting in with that secret society * being the object of intense desire by someone with whom you don't share the feeling * intensely desiring someone who doesn't desire you back I think many wise dramatists have incorporated some of these situations into fantasy pictures. We recognize them as gay subtexts because they hit close to home for some of us. For others they pass by as part of the main text of the story, but either way the narrative is enriched by including these elements. A human emotional connection is built into a story which on the surface might be fantastic and unbelievable. I believe many of the incidents cited as gay subtext don't work as literally being "about" gays or guy-guy/girl-girl boffing. For example, I don't think Dr. Pretorius LITERALLY wants to take Henry Frankenstein to bed, nor is the underground witch society in BELL, BOOK, AND CANDLE literally populated with skin smokers and boxcar bumpers. But in a figurative or symbolic sense, these approaches work for reasons others have gone into at great length elsewhere. Perhaps this is some of the reason why these theories get scoffed at -- traditionalists might be able to accept a figurative gay reading but not a literal one. I'd enjoy hearing any responses to this germ of an idea (or is it just a diseased idea?)
Jeremy
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 22:50:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Enlightening, thats what my nails are what with the ruby glitter and all, thought the smooth brown hairless tranvestite. Enlightening. And then he heald a hand up to the flourescent bank of lights above the convenience store counter and said "enlightening, I could be the king of fucking france if it weren't for these shoes". Montalvo shrugged. Took the cigs and left. The smooth brown transvestite would have to find his own way in the world.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 21:55:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Hi, folks. I've been busy, just now having time to catch up here. Is fornigate going in a new direction? Movie reviews with a few twists and turns? This could be enlightening. Hi, E.
Mary
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 21:40:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Was "Blue Velvet" text or subtext? I mean if the radio is playing, does anyone really care if the ignition switch is set on "drive" or on the other hand set on "accessory"? I don't think it means a shit to the smooth brown hermaphrodite transevstites dancing on the hood of Keitel's 'cuda in the rain. Not with the windsheield wipers going slap slap slap to keep the rhythym. Not at all. These boots are made for walking.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 21:36:54 (EST)

My two cents are: Speaking of gay subtext in horror films (okay, no one has; or, at least, they haven't for a while), I have to say that I saw THE HITCHER a couple of weeks ago. I was pretty shocked by how blatantly homosexual it seemed. Rutger Hauer plays a hitcher picked up by pretty boy C. Thomas Howell. Hauer definitely seems to be a homocidal homosexual. In the end, when Howell leans forward, Hauer seems to be preparing for a kiss, but all he gets in the end is spat upon. That he kills (horrifically) the female lead (a great performance by Jennifer Jason Leigh, who actually managed to steal the show for me) is shocking and brutal for a mainstream feature.
Len
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 20:35:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Did anyone mention Stan having to marry Barnaby in BABES IN TOYLAND? What bothers me about those who don't see the gay humor in such Laurel and Hardy exchanges is not that they don't see them, but that they find the possibility that such subtexts exist to be a smear on Stan and Ollie's names . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 20:08:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, no doubt, Prescott, though the use of the word "gay" in its sexual orientation context did make it in into LITTLE MISS MARKER in 1934 and, of course, more famously in BRINGING UP BABY in 1938. The thing here, however, is that there are still people who will become quite upset and even abusive if you suggest that the material in THEIR FIRST MISTAKE is anything but absolutely innocent. Funny thing is that many of these same folk are not at all bothered by the equally obvious depictions of prostitutes, suicide, and all manner of marital infidelity (of the straight kind, of course) that crop up in these absolutely innocent films.
Kevin
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 19:14:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Bear in mind that THEIR FIRST MISTAKE was made in 1932, which makes it "pre-code". Two years later and they probably wouldn't have been able to , er, pull it off...
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 18:44:09 (EST)

My two cents are: In a word, Brian, yes.
Kevin
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 18:36:14 (EST)

My two cents are: Is there anyone who would be so stupid to argue that these lines from Laurel and Hardy weren't really meant to be a gay joke? Are people that blind?
Brian
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 18:31:00 (EST)

My two cents are: I think just as good--and with great personal relevance in my life--is the bit with-- Ollie: She says that I think more of you than I do of her. Stan: Well, you do, don't you? Ollie: Well, we won't go into THAT.
Kevin
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 18:20:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, it certainly is.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 18:15:41 (EST)

My two cents are: You must check out the Laurel & Hardy 2-reeler, THEIR FIRST MISTAKE...In it, Mr. Hardy is having marital troubles (the ever-popular Mae Busch!). Mr. Laurel suggests the Hardys adopt a baby. They do but Mrs. Hardy splits and names Mr. Laurel as "the other woman" (sort of)! There is a scene between Stan & Oliver where the dialogue goes something like this: OH: It was your idea to have the baby and now you want to leave me high and dry! SL: Well I have to think of my future...of my career! This thing is a laugh-riot!
Daisy
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 18:12:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey Jeff, it worked. Tell pansy.
(me)
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 18:09:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, now, Daisy, you see how rumors get started? The reference, I believe, was to Jason Scott Lee in the recent TALOS THE MUMMY and not to Christopher Lee in Hammer's THE MUMMY--or, for that matter, TALOS THE MUMMY.
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 18:02:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Just visiting briefly for the holidays, not to worry. No call to get all het up. Gone in a flash.
E�
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 18:00:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Not that I'd be shocked to hear that Mr. Lee is gay (What? He got to neck with Barbara Shelly and Veronica Carlson and wasn't interested in either?) would this have something to do with all those Jess Franco films he did? I can't believe that even Jess Franco paid more than Hammer. Any comments?
Daisy
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 17:55:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Ooh. Say whut? A gauntlet? Satire? Parody? Happy New Year, Fornigators. Has Osama escaped to Indonesia? Will he on the Road there be serenaded by the ghost of Bing?
E�
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 17:42:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Trust me, he lurks.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 17:40:01 (EST)

My two cents are: Nah, trust me, "he" quit long ago.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 17:29:59 (EST)

My two cents are: The E-vile* witch fails not to contemplate the repurcussions of her E-vil. Be careful what you wish for set up b*tch. I'm coming...
(here)
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 17:28:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Willy biting, hmm? Actually, Barry, part of the reason I do think there's a subtext is that they ARE so hetero in an arrested development way--like boys who come down from their clubhouse long enough to chase a girl, but always end up back in the clubhouse spending more time talking with each other about women than actually doing anything with them. This, of course, has nothing to do with overt homosexual references, though if you want those, you left out the most obvious one--where the boys marry each other in ROAD TO BALI and end up cozying up to each other in bed till they realize neither of them is Lamour ("One of us has gotta go to Reno before Louella finds out about this").
Kevin
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 16:59:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Now, that's funny.
Jeffrey
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 14:22:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Regarding the "Road to ..." pictures: I'm with Sir Prescott on this one. Could there be characters any more hetero than the ones Bing Crosby and Bob Hope played in the "Road" pictures? Gay subtext? Well, there is one great gay joke in "The Road to Hong Kong" and I'm still surprised that the censors let it slip by in 1962: Peter Sellers, as an Indian doctor, explains to Bing and Bob that the best way to take care of a snake bite is by putting your mouth on the wound and sucking the poison out. Bob asks "What if the wound is in a place you can't reach with your mouth?" To which Sellers replies: "Ah! It's then that you find out who your REAL friends are!"
Barry
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 14:08:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Can Harlan explain the west coast offense?
Jeffrey
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 14:07:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Heck, I must be tired judging from the way I can't find the right keys. Buy! Catch you on the backside! :-m
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 14:06:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Where did everybody go? Oh well, I got some cable to split so I guess I'ss see you lated, boys! Ciao for now!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 14:05:13 (EST)

My two cents are: Oopsy! That was me. :-3
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:59:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Why, thanks, Jer. But I'm not the least bit tired. In fact, I'm just getting warmed up. This page hasn't been so active for a long time. Now that we've eliminated the terrorist, I say let the good times roll! :-E
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:58:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Good, Harlan, but don't you think it's time for you to take a little break? It's liable to get quite steamy around here.
Jerry
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:56:09 (EST)

My two cents are: I get it! :-q
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:52:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Willy biting, hmm? Very good, sir, very good indeed! And, while I'm thinking of it (and I AM thinking of it), gentlemen - how...ahem, naked does the (reportedly, gay as a goose) Mr. Lee get in the aforementioned MUMMY?
Brian
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:45:42 (EST)

My two cents are: They showed a man naked? It's about time. After all, women have been showing it all for some time now. You see a lot of men's behinds but I ain't seen an actual sausage in the moom pitchers! The times a-they are changing as that folk singer said. Burl Ives?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:38:57 (EST)

My two cents are: "There's naught so queer as folk," as is said.
Jeffrey
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:34:47 (EST)

My two cents are: It's true, you don't see it on American television, but the Brits have come damn close to it in their show QUEER AS FOLK, which (frequent full-frontal nudity and gay sex scenes aside) is beautifully written and acted. They're years ahead of us in this sort of thing . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:32:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Thirty years later, you still don't see much Willy biting on network television.
Ken
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:28:41 (EST)

My two cents are: In 1967, the Daytime TV censors were concerned that the relationship between Barnabas Collins and Willie Loomis might be misconstrued. Care was taken with the dialogue so as not to infer that the two had a homosexual relationship. Also, Barnabas biting Willie on the neck could not be shown.
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:27:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Hopefully, there's still time, Harlan...
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:24:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Watching THE THIRD MAN again this morning, I was more sensitive to the boy/boy relationships of Holly/Harry (one is sent for by the other, like a wife) and Kurtz/Winkle (who seem to share a small dog, and are seen at one point in dressing gowns together, as if having passed the night in the same bed). Although the relationship between the protagonist (Rollo) of the Greene novel/treatment speaks as warmly (if not more so) and jealously of Harry Lime - and there does seem, now by the flourescent light of the 21st Century - something suspect about Rollo's affections to the many women he's loved and lost (or let go), the business of Kurtz (wonderfully played by Ernst Deutsch, the pesky amanuensis in THE GOLEM) and Winkle (sorry, "Vinkle") seemed peculiar to the movie.
Ken
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:23:05 (EST)

My two cents are: I got a confession to make. When I was young and ignorant we used to think if you spent time around the limp wrists you'd tun into one yourself. But recently I read that seldom happens. There's a limp wrist where I work and none of the rest of us has turned fruit yet. At least, no that I know of. :-0
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:19:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Yep, I like the new moom pitchers, yes I do. I like the old ones too, but I always try to be up to date on things and stuff.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:09:18 (EST)

My two cents are: I haven't seen Ocean's 11 yet but I plan to. By my reckoning nothing can top the original with the Rat Pack. As for the gay stuff, none of the Rat Pack was limp wrists, at least not that I know about (:-). Of course, I was never too sure about that Sammy Davis Jr. He was a heck of an entertainer though, that's for sure. He could do it all! My daddy used to call the movies the moving pictures. Except the way he said it always came out, moom ptichers. Ha!
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 13:06:32 (EST)

My two cents are: That's nice, Harlan. Say, you seem favor the current film roster. Do you have any thoughts about gay subtext in the new remake of OCEAN'S 11? Even if you haven't seen it, we can gear the discussion toward how they COULD have , ahem, inserted subtext.
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 12:54:37 (EST)

My two cents are: You men sure know a lot about the movies. Wish I knew more about them. Then I could explain why some movies are good and others are bad like you do. Is there some extension course you can take? Maybe we could start an email movie club. At first I figured you men for limp wrists, but now I'm not so sure. And, even if you is, does that really matter? I have a friend I've know for 25 years and we have often shared a bed. No hanky-panky, mind you. We done it just for fun. We didn't tell our wives.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 12:43:08 (EST)

My two cents are: "Friendship between two men is more important than friendship between a man and a woman--duller but more important." Thus spake Bing in ROAD TO RIO and I think it is one of numerous examples of a gay subtext to these films. The break-up of the boys' friendship in ROAD TO ZANZIBAR--which I find about like a divorce proceeding--is another. The whole anti-women tone that pervades much of ROAD TO SINGAPORE is similar. I don't say these films are gay oriented in the most healthy sense of the word, but I can't escape the sense that Bing and Bob are the type of guys who get more out of talking with each other about their conquests than they do out of the conquests themselves. I also think it is telling that they are always after the same girl, who, I think, exists to provide little more than an "appropriate" channel for their affections (that it is the same girl bespeaks of the idea that this actually brings them physically closer than they would dare to get otherwise). Don't get me wrong. The films are mostly just fun, but I do think this other level is in there--and I think it gives the films an emotional resonance that is sensed if not understood.
Kevin
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 12:36:16 (EST)

My two cents are: One seldom sees or hears the words "act" and "Keanu" in the same sentence.
Kevin
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 12:32:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Keanu Reeves can act? Who accused him of THAT?
Brian
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 12:30:30 (EST)

My two cents are: I never believed that stuff about him beating his kids. Der Bingle was too easygoing for that. But if he did beat them, I'm sure they deserved it. Do you agree with me, guys?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 12:23:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Der Bingle was my favorite. Never cared much for Hope. I thought he exploited our fighting men.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 12:20:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Mr. Kevin insists that the Road movies with Bing Crosby and Bob Hope abound in gay subtext, but try as I might I just don't see it. For one thing, they're always chasing after Dottie Lamour . . .:)
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 12:02:14 (EST)

My two cents are: I liked that Keanu Reeves in the one about the bus. Think it was called Speed. Also in the Matrix. That boy can act! What do you fellows think?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 11:55:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Johnny Depp is definitely prettier than Keanu but I wouldn't kick either one of them---off the screen.
Brian
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 11:02:57 (EST)

My two cents are: I coulda sworn that Prescott and I both agreed--and quite recently, too--that TOP O' THE MORNING was a delightful film of considerable charm and that Johnny Depp was prettier than Keanu Reeves and could act in the bargain, so it seems to me that Prescott is proving that he isn't just always impossible...
Kevin
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 10:19:45 (EST)

My two cents are: Ken, thank God! With Mr. Kevin disagreeing with me about every movie we discuss, it's a breath of the fresh stuff to read your post! I was really impressed, both with TALE OF THE MUMMY and with SLEEPY HOLLOW, by the sheer force of Christopher Lee's presence. Granted, when we talk about a horror icon such as Lee (and Lugosi), we all bring a lot of our own personal baggage, but I never used to feel quite so strongly about Lee as I did watching his two too-brief turns in these films. My favorite Jason Scott Lee film is THE JUNGLE BOOK, but naturally that has nothing to do with the fact that he wears so little in so many scenes. No, nothing. No. Nope. Watching him play a detective, I kept thinking it a pity that no new Charlie Chan film was in the works, with Lee as a really hunky number one son . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 09:45:47 (EST)

My two cents are: I am in full agreement with you, Prescott. I first saw TALE OF THE MUMMY via a video screener with my brother several months ago, and we both thought it was a misfire. Seeing it again last night (in glorious DVD) was a revelation. From the creepy expedition scenes with Christopher Lee (in a brief but plum role, very nicely played) to the somewhat hysterical closing scenes, the movie held my attention throughout. Many nice contemporary touches (the flying mummy wrappings) coupled with cozy traditionalist homages. At the 3-4-point, though, it gets too bizarre for its own good, with moments reminiscent of THE EXORCIST and THE BIRDS gratuitously tossed in. Jason Scott Lee, a favorite of mine ever since I saw him in MAP OF THE HUMAN HEART, makes an appealing reincarnation of an Egyptain princess (!) and his brief nude scene establishes him as a hottie of the first order.
Ken
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 09:22:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Go off to cop a buzz and what happens in the meantime? This page turns into le gaye filme revue page. Who cares if Meathose knows some guy from a teardrop -shaped island off the curry coast who can dance the Trotsky kick while doing seat drops onto an empty wind bottle poised neck up. Of course I've seen the Little Mermaid VHS box with the golden barnacle encrusted phallus on the cover painted by a disgruntled Disney artiste. What's so unusual about that? Artistes are grumpy by nature.
Glint
Lincoln, - Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 09:11:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Good morning, all. Let's get back to gay subtext. Yes, gay subtext! Hey, I just wanted to write it, because it's just that--GAY subtext--that seems to get so many "traditionalists" in a tizzy, not to mention so many horror fans hiding their homophobia behind a mask of tradition. Besides, I recently saw TALE OF THE MUMMY, with Jason Scott Lee and, in a dynamic cameo, the great Christopher Lee. If you haven't seen it and intend to, read no further, because I'm going to give part of the climax away--and that climax, along with another scene, has "gay subtext" written all over it. First, the earlier scene: it's a murder, and it takes place in a gay bar. What's refreshing is that it very MATTER OF FACTLY takes place in a gay bar, and the victim IN NO WAY dies because he's gay. The scene introduces the subject of sexuality and that leads to the intriguing plot twist at the end, when we learn that it isn't the pretty heroine who is the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian princess. No, she's merely the bait, and the true princess is the pretty cop played by Jason Scott Lee! I enjoyed the film, though the final scenes were somewhat botched and threw in everything but the kitchen sink. Still, it's that interesting little twist that made the movie for me . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 08:26:02 (EST)

My two cents are: Don't think people will be making a lot of exploding-building movies for the next few years. Maybe some Todd Beamer bios.
let's roll
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 05:56:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Bruce Willis is God.
Steven
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 05:49:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Hey! Doris is a good woman . . .! :)
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 01:46:30 (EST)

My two cents are: She sure did!!! As Groucho said, "Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth...or anywhere else."
Kevin
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 01:04:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Didn't Doris Day go barebacking in BILLY ROSE'S JUMBO . . .?
Prescott Jamison
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 00:55:37 (EST)

My two cents are: God, please deliver us from this evil.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 00:53:25 (EST)

My two cents are: I've heard Mr. Sullivan on NPR on two occasions and he seemed charming and intelligent and somewhat like a male version of Camile Paglia. Being fairly liberal myself, I disagree with him on many issues and if he was indeed looking for bareback sex on the internet then my opinion of him has just dropped lower...anybody who's HIV negative and searching for this kind of activity (at least outside of a monogomous relationship) is really foolish.
Kevin
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 00:41:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Anybody have any thoughts on arch gay conservative, go-to-Mass every Sunday, hated Bill Clinton, loves George Bush, Andrew Sullivan and the fact that he was looking for bareback sex on the internet? Anyone seen his sites? He could write porn!
Ken
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 00:20:07 (EST)

My two cents are: I love it when the blood lust comes upon Patric, and he starts to go after his gay little brother (the one with the poster of Rob Loewe in his room). According to James Twitchell, who has interesting ideas but wrote a horribly researched book, DREADFUL PLEASURES (it's filled with factual errors, which I pointed out to him in a letter - I got a nice reply anyway, which speaks well of the man, though he didn't bother to fix anything for the trade paperback!) - the incest theme is at the bottom of the horror of the vampire.
Ken
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 00:11:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Jason Patric...Jason Patric....Jason Patric (sigh)
Ken
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 00:09:52 (EST)

My two cents are: And that Willis. He sure is cool.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 00:00:56 (EST)

My two cents are: What I like about the Die Hard series is the big explosions. And the realistic-like airplane disasters. At least, they seem realistic, me never having had the pleasure of being in a real one. How 'bout you boys? Does they seem real to you?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 23:57:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, next to the stylistically stripped-down Tigerland I think The Lost Boys is Schumacher's best film. Lots of eye-candy...
Jerry
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 23:32:39 (EST)

My two cents are: By no means. For in fact, the apparently terrorist-stricken plots were both CAPITALIST stricken, since they both involved true plots of thieves. Property is theft. Theft is property. Something like that.
Steven
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 23:13:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Are you trying to say that Die Hards 1 and 3, terrorist-plot-stricken as they were, were therefore inherently passe?
Pardon My Subjunctive
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 23:12:00 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, any "Bruce" in a storm. Hey? But seriously, folks, "Die Hard" SO anticipated reality. Don't you think?
Steven
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 22:13:23 (EST)

My two cents are: You guys ain't so bad. At least for limp wrists. Welcome, friends. What do you fellows think about the films of Bruce Willis?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 22:06:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Speaking of former teen stars, I watched Joel Schumacher's THE LOST BOYS again today. Excellent flick, and the teen cast is very personable and talented . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 22:01:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, that was cruel! Funny, but cruel! Besides, Danny Bonaduce wouldn't be selling nude pix of himself; he'd be hawking some snaps he secretly took of David Cassidy in the locker room . . . :)
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 21:14:11 (EST)

My two cents are: "Pleeeeeeease, let it not be Danny Bonaduce." Seems unlikely somehow since someone apparently accepted the offer...
Kevin
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 21:02:15 (EST)

My two cents are: Len: At length, yes . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 20:26:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Try "Complete Back Up," Steven. Available on e-bay.
Jeffrey
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 20:18:40 (EST)

My two cents are: So, Stephen Geoffreys is Sam Ritter? Do you see all of him?
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 20:16:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Oh, nevermind that last comment. I suppose softcore is what all of those Playboy or Bel Ami videos they sell on Amazon.com would be classified as?
Jerry
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 19:58:14 (EST)

My two cents are: The titles I referred to are listed on the IMDB under Stephen's alias Sam Ritter so I am assuming that they are his erotic films. 40 bucks is pretty steep...especially if it's ONLY softcore. :) With films like Two Moon Junction or 9 1/2 weeks taking their place to some extent I wasn't aware that the softcore genre even existed anymore.
Jerry
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 19:55:53 (EST)

My two cents are: HUNK HOTEL isn't worth 40 bucks as far as I'm concerned . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 19:43:59 (EST)

My two cents are: The best one I found is "Back Up." Used to think it was about computers.
Steven
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 19:40:06 (EST)

My two cents are: Jerry, are the titles that you mention - softcore flicks or just "sexed-up" flicks?! "Hunk Hotel" is a softcore flick, I believe. But forty dollars, come on, now!
Ken
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 19:19:51 (EST)

My two cents are: Hunk Hotel? This title is not listed among Stephen's filmography on the IMDB and they do see fit to include Motel Sex, Private Temptations and Quick Study Sex Ed 1. Perhaps it is an alternate title for the first on this list?
Jerry
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 19:11:08 (EST)

My two cents are: By the way, Prescott, would you recommend "Hunk Hotel" with Stephen Geoffreys? I saw it recently at a store in the Village, but they wanted $40.00 for the video - and, of course, I hesitated and then decided against it, because I had never heard anything about the film.
Ken
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 19:01:04 (EST)

My two cents are: Hmm. This place is eerily civil these days. Feels a little like the Khyber Pass. . . oh, and speaking of the Khyber Pass, now that all the Pakistani troops have run clear across Afghanistan to Kashmir, will Osama's boys clear out a Paki/Tora Bora corner and declare it the Caliphate of Pashtunistan? Just wondering.
E�
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 18:40:47 (EST)

My two cents are: "Obsession" and "Sisters."

- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 18:05:08 (EST)

My two cents are: I don't know, Ken. Of course, I didn't mean to imply that Stephen Geoffreys was a desperate junkie, either. It was simply his porn connection that brought it to mind . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 17:55:59 (EST)

My two cents are: Uh, I was looking for some spam smorg to add here, so I looked up Ann Coulter's column, and, geesh, the column about attacking France turned out not to be satire.
upset in ipswich
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 17:49:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Paul Petersen?
Jeffrey
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 17:45:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Prescott & Tom: It does sound like the work of a desperate junkie - and I say the following very, very carefully - but what about Corey Haim?
Ken
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 17:43:57 (EST)

My two cents are: Gee.

- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 17:05:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Almost spam smorgy.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 17:03:12 (EST)

My two cents are: Dysfunctional being the American norm?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 17:00:27 (EST)

My two cents are: I taped An American Family when it was rerun on PBS about 11 years ago. What a great time capsule of the late 60s/early 70s! I'll never forget my shock when Pat Loud kicked her cheating husband out of the house and he got himself an apartment. The sign on the outside of the apartment building said, "Two Bedroom Apartments, Starting at $125 a month..." WOW! How times have changed in 30 years! I loved "An American Family" and as dysfunctional as the media says the family was, I thought they were all cool and actually pretty normal.
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 16:47:15 (EST)

My two cents are: He should have come out at a nice dinner party.
Jeffrey
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 16:36:48 (EST)

My two cents are: He was, of course, a scandal and an outrage by coming out on national television . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 16:32:39 (EST)

My two cents are: Then there's Lance Loud. R.I.P.
Jeffrey
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 16:27:54 (EST)

My two cents are: I always KNEW that Lance Kerwin would come to no good!!!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 16:11:06 (EST)

My two cents are: So far I haven't been able to find the guest list for the most recent Ray Courts show, always assuming that this former teen star was at a Courts show. One thing struck both me and Tom while reading this--it sounds like the former star was desperate for cash real fast, or else he could have taken the time to have photos done and sold them himself for a lot more than he was asking. That makes it sound like a drug problem. If it wasn't for the fact that he was never really a teen STAR, I'd say it was Stephen Geoffreys. He's already made porn films, so this wouldn't be much of a change of pace . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:58:21 (EST)

My two cents are: Pleeeeeeease, let it not be Danny Bonaduce. Johnny Whitaker passed through town a while back, by the way, reduced to appearing in audience participation murder mysteries. Where's Monogram when folks need them?
Ken
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:53:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Have to appreciate when Jane says she'll be a savage just like her junglemate then lathers on the face cream.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:49:02 (EST)

My two cents are: I believe that former teen star was--Fess Parker!
Jeffrey
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:43:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Now THAT'S juicy! I wonder if it was one of the Ray Courts shows? They have a website where they list their most recent guests . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:40:30 (EST)

My two cents are: Has anyone here ever seen a baby pigeon?
Pete�
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:37:08 (EST)

My two cents are: Let's play, "What Former Teen Star"! "This former teen star was selling his autographs and photos for $20 each at a recent celebrity moniker convention. He took a smoke break outside and started propositioning male collectors. He said he needed money and offered to pose nude for photos in his hotel room if someone would pay him $1,500. He said: "You know you can make money selling the pictures on the Internet." After numerous turn downs, he apparently found a buyer and disappeared for over an hour. The next day he was back at the show making the same furtive offer. Keep your eyes on the Internet!" (From "Star" magazine).
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:36:43 (EST)

My two cents are: Speaking of Tarzan, the MGM Tarzan films are good, but they often repeat the same set pieces--crocodile fight, elephant stampede, rhino fight--and lack background music almost entirely. The RKO films have more variety, though Weissmuller is well past his slim and trim days . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:29:26 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, if we're wishing here (and no, I won't mention ABBOTT AND COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN, because I've all but given up), I was watching a bit of RETURN OF THE VAMPIRE and THE BLACK ROOM last night and what can I say but, God, I love those scores! Music from Columbia Horrors has been sadly neglected . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:25:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Who can name the Brian de Palma films scored by Herrman?
Jeffrey
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:23:50 (EST)

My two cents are: Beehives are as well the bomb. The only one of the B-52s who lacked one was that adorable non-chick singer. Allegro con brio!
Jeffrey
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:22:32 (EST)

My two cents are: Thank you dear Prescott, for *subtly* reflecting my excitment over the unofficial BD news. Another project I'd love to see Marco Polo tackle would be a recording of the complete score of Herrmann's OBSESSION. That superlative score has never been officially released on CD in this country (I'm aware that the old London Phase 4 album did come out via Canadian CD in Varese's little known Masters of Film series, and is more or less available as a 38 minute suite on a CD stocked in the classical section of better record stores). Even some knowledgeable film buffs believe that OBSESSION has never appeared on CD.
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:21:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Mr. Len, a certain Mr. Black is going to be--how to put this tastefully--cummin' in his pants over this news!
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:15:33 (EST)

My two cents are: Trust me, Pete has nothing to do with these queers.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 15:04:17 (EST)

My two cents are: About as much style as a beehive hairdo.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 14:59:38 (EST)

My two cents are: I am sworn to secrecy, but expect a certain Herrmann title with the initials BD to appear from original stereo tracks VERY soon.
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 14:54:46 (EST)

My two cents are: Waxman and Herrman, Prescott. They're the bomb.
Jeffrey
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 14:49:06 (EST)

My two cents are: I say it's about TIME this place adopted a little style. Tarzan-wise, Lex Barker's my man, however. Coming second is Esther Williams.
Jeffrey
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 14:47:51 (EST)

My two cents are: I've gotten into a real film-music mood, so I've added some more to the CDs I've already got loaded on the player. Here's the latest: 6. PETER GUNN: Mancini's other groundbreaking TV score for Blake Edwards. 7. IRMA LA DOUCE: I'm sorry it wasn't a musical, but Andre Previn did a fine job adapting Marguerite Monnot's stage music. 8. THE BIG CIRCUS/CIRCUS OF HORRORS: Music by Paul Sawtell, Bert Shefter, and Franz Reizenstein for two of my fave circus movies, on a CD not commercially available. All that and "Look For a Star!" 9. THE TIME MACHINE: For my money, one of the great film scores from one of the greatest of all sci-fi films. Sublime work by Russell Garcia, and his suite from ATLANTIS THE LOST CONTINENT is thrown in for good measure. 10. A STUDY IN TERROR/THE SEVEN PERCENT SOLUTION: Also not commercially available, with fine, highly original work by John Scott for STUDY and some great stuff from John Addison for SOLUTION. 11. HIGH TIME: A Mancini score for an Edwards film, with the great standard "The Second Time Around"--though I wish Mancini had let the original singers (in this case Bing Crosby) appear on his albums instead of using his chorus. 12. TORN CURTAIN: There's such a stigma about John Addison's score because he replaced Bernard Herrmann, but that's hardly Addison's fault. I love his main theme, which is repeated during the suspenseful bus chase. 13. FILM NOIR: Music from THE MALTESE FALCON (Adolph Deutsch), ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT (Deutsch), THE VERDICT (Frederick Hollander), DARK PASSAGE (Franz Waxman), and WHITE HEAT (Max Steiner). That Morgan guy was involved in this, too! 14. HATARI: Mancini music for a Howard Hawks classic. Highlight: the classic "Baby Elephant Walk." 15. ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN: Memorable library music from the television classic. This was supposed to be followed by further volumes--but sadly, hasn't. 16. SHE/THE VENGEANCE OF SHE: James Bernard's haunting music for the Hammer version of the H. Rider Haggard classic, plus Mario Nascimbene's work for the sequel. "Who is Sheeeeeee . . .?" 17. SON OF KONG/THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME: Classic Max Steiner music, and again that Morgan guy had a hand in it! No wonder he hasn't gotten around to recording ABBOTT AND COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN! 18. THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY'S TOMB: Music by Carlo Martelli, with a generous helping of Franz Reizenstein's stuff from the 1959 Hammer MUMMY. 19: SHE: The original soundtrack of Max Steiner's score for the 1935 film. 20. EAST OF EDEN/REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE: Leonard Rosenman's lyrical, moving music for James Dean's two best films. 21. UNIVERSAL'S CLASSIC SCORES OF MYSTERY AND HORROR: Hans J. Salter and Frank Skinner scores for THE GHOST OF FRANKENSTEIN, SON OF DRACULA, BLACK FRIDAY, MAN MADE MONSTER, and SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE VOICE OF TERROR. John Morgan again, and what is it about the phrase "Mystery and Horror" that rings a bell?
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 14:45:05 (EST)

My two cents are: Prescott, dear Prescott. Aren't we letting our Alabama peek out just a little too far below our hem-line?
Ben
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 14:42:33 (EST)

My two cents are: My theory is that Glint somehow programmed a deep change in the switches, and this really isn't Fornigate. He must have done it when Pete � showed up, to keep him all to himself. If this was still the correct hook-up, these dudes would have brought the crynic back for a rampage, and probably Jeremiah as well.
.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 14:29:07 (EST)

My two cents are: I drive a lot better drunk, Anonymous, but haven't permitted myself the pleasure since I was "bushed." Unfortunately, the nanny-state's perceptions do not coincide with mine. But I've GOT to get out of here. These counterfeit twinks are infecting my style so badly I may have to change monikers.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 14:22:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Once again, I fear, some self-appointed "sysop" is trying to turn us wandering toward some other Zion. Don't fall for it, chums! Let us finally take a stand and vow that Jerusalem be builded here amongst these dark satanic mills.
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 14:18:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Perhaps someone will give me an address where I can communicate directly with the boys. I'm a big show tune fan. You know where to get my email address.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 13:48:29 (EST)

My two cents are: Should be wonderful up there, Meat. If you drink, don't drive.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 13:46:46 (EST)

My two cents are: I believe that I as well will skip off to my own little "hunting lodge." Perhaps I will take along a print-out of the FAQ. Or perhaps I will not, and will spend the time tracing the paths that seem to have led Prescott to believe that he has been anointed as our own little Catherine the Great.
Doogie
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 13:31:36 (EST)

My two cents are: Don't look at me Harlan. But if they were uninvited, I believe they have as much right to occupy this site as do the cable-splicers and rude boys among us. That said, I am taking off for the mountains for a few days, and they will have to entertain themselves. I have a strange hankering to spend a little time in a place where people talk about deer poaching and how the CIA managed to get to Kennedy. I figure this will wash off in about three days.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 13:27:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Who ARE these limp wrists??????????? Who invited them???????????
Harlan St. Wolf
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 13:12:47 (EST)

My two cents are: Rest assured that I am well, Doogie. It's a tradition. (and I WON'T mention the word "f*mily!")
Vernon
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:53:52 (EST)

My two cents are: It seems that Ben's lapses are infecting the whole group. Has ANYONE read the FAQ lately?
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:51:15 (EST)

My two cents are: So "end-of-era", Vernon. Have you been going through a difficult time? We are here for you.
Doogie
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:49:23 (EST)

My two cents are: I am listening right now to the Jimmy Durante (1953) version of "As Time Goes By." Not CD, but magnificent, and I believe submissible.
Vernon
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:47:31 (EST)

My two cents are: It includes an organ-only version, Mr. Len . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:42:28 (EST)

My two cents are: Would it be too discourteous to suggest that certain people (Ben?) please re-read the FAQ?
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:41:04 (EST)

My two cents are: I have a CD of the endless Gershwin medely my cousin-in-law Greg played on Auntie Mar's Hammond and taped for his grandfather in 1973. The old man, who was losing his marbles at the time, treated it little more graciously than he accepted the too-small Russian fur hat given by Auntie Ru and Pancho.
Ben
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:36:17 (EST)

My two cents are: Prescott, does your CD of music from FRANKENSTEIN MEETS THE WOLF MAN include the song from "The Festival of the New Wine"? I don't care what some people say, I enjoy that song, and don't feel that the scene is - as I believe one critic wrote - something out of Laurel and Hardy's SWISS MISS! However, it's the scene that follows that - and you KNOW what I'm talking about - which was totally disasterous. Would it have been better without the last minute cutting, etc.? I'd like to think so!
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:21:42 (EST)

My two cents are: As a confirmed Luddite, I have only a Discman ESD, and it is currently loaded with a (mono) home-burn of the original cast recording of the 1963 Broadway flop "Mr. President." Who could forget Elizabeth Berger's spirited rendition of "A President's Daughter Must Drink Water?"
Doogie
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:17:25 (EST)

My two cents are: I'll take orthography lessons from this group when it starts drawing correct inferences from the implications of its own rhetoric.
Doogie
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:11:40 (EST)

My two cents are: What film music is currently on your CD player, I ask one and all? At the moment, I'm listening to . . . 1. PEYTON PLACE (original soundtrack): My favorite Franz Waxman score, edging out even BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN. 2. MR. LUCKY: One of Henry Mancini's groundbreaking scores for a groundbreaking Blake Edwards TV show. 3. FRANKENSTEIN MEETS THE WOLF MAN: Compiled by a friend who must be nameless, this is an "original soundtrack" made up of cues from other albums and put in the proper order and retimed. 4. 7TH VOYAGE OF SINBAD: Not the original soudtrack, but the Varese Sarabande recording with much more of the score. One of Bernard Herrmann's best! 5. MURDER AND MAYHEM: A Marco Polo compilation CD consisting of music from THE LODGER (Hugo Friedhofer), THE BEAST WITH FIVE FINGERS (Max Steiner), and THE UNINVITED (Victor Young), arranged and reorchestrated by some guy named John W. Morgan.
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:11:20 (EST)

My two cents are: So, you are in effect saying that Bush ducked into the oil patch in much the same way that, say, Jerry ducked into Ruth Etting vinyl? Interesting theory, Anonymous, but to fully explore it one would have to know more about the families.
.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:09:13 (EST)

My two cents are: I guess it's because I was exposed to a variety of Tarzans at the same time that I don't view Johnny Weissmuller (double "s," Messrs Len and Doogie) as the One and Only Tarzan. While I was watching him on TV, I was going to theaters to see Gordon Scott strut his considerable stuff in TARZAN THE MAGNIFICENT and TARZAN'S GREATEST ADVENTURE. Truth to tell, I'm not inclined to identify a single actor as the definitive version of a famous character. I have favorites--Boris Karloff as Frankenstein's Monster, Christopher Lee as Dracula, Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes, William Powell as Nick Charles, Sidney Toler as Charlie Chan--but they don't override others in the same role.
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:04:53 (EST)

My two cents are: The clue to Snippy's future actions, if we should be so lucky, is his reaction to the discovery of Taliban John. What did he call him, "that poor fellow?" Snippy's great strength is that he spent his first 40 or 50 years a wastrel and errant son, and understands the true effects of living in America that has made us all what we are. Somewhere deep down inside, possibly sub-consciously, he understands Taliban John Walker as a product, as I believe he may understand the black man, the failed termite exterminator, perhaps even the gay guy as a product of environmental forces slightly beyond the edge of personal control. This is not a Republican weltanshaung, but is rather fundamentally liberal. The only problem I foresee is that the "little bulldog" will not be able to grit those Lhasa Apso teeth forever, and will succumb again to the lure of the oil patch.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 12:03:03 (EST)

My two cents are: Kevin writes: "...he's my idea of Tarzan simply because his Tarzan movies defined my youthful ideas of who and what Tarzan is." This, I think, crystalized the point I was trying to make when I said Weismuller IS Tarzan. And, for better or worse, the Weismuller Tarzan films have become the Tarzan most audiences recognize. The general public knows more about Tarzan from this films than from Edgar Rice Burroughs, the same way Whale's Frankenstein and Browning's Dracula supplanted Mary Shelley's and Bram Stoker's visions. BTW, a couple of the Weismuller films I taped a while ago I hadn't seen before. I watched one of them yesterday and was bowled over. TARZAN AND THE HUNTRESS, I found to be an uncommonly quick-paced and tense little feature, one of the most exciting of the series and truer to the spirit of the early Burroughs novels than any of the other RKOs. -- It was also nice to see Boy at last portrayed as a rebellious teenager rather than an overgrown 8-year-old. Well done!
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 11:55:52 (EST)

My two cents are: Isn't Gilmore the guy who just lost the election in Virginia? Where was the threat?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 11:54:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Buster Crabbe couldn't carry Johnny Weismuller's jockstrap.
Doogie
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 11:52:27 (EST)

My two cents are: Prescott, I justed watched Tarzan and His Mate again last night! I enjoyed it much more than I rememebered! Quite a fun flick! And after seeing Acquanetta in that skin-tight, white, practically see-through drape, I finally understand how she got a Hollywood contract!
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 11:48:09 (EST)

My two cents are: How can people natter on about Tarzan when the beautiful French franc is disappearing, theoretically forever? How can people natter on about Tarzan when "Beastmaster" is available nightly, even to those who have no cable? Is the modern pansy even aware that "Beastmaster" exists? Does he retire too early? (In my own market area, "Beastmaster" doesn't come on until 1:00 a.m., and I assume this condition exists in areas where our green-vested cousins are "plus r�pandus." Please, film buffs.... this is the 21st century. Water ballet is an Olympic sport, no longer just a cheap theatrical trick.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 11:47:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush isn't as dumb as he looks. He realizes that Clintonian Repubicanism is the only kind that can survive. Not that he'll ever be as smart as the Master, or get as much nookie, that would be foolish to expect. I don't see Snippy as that type of over-reaching fool. I think he can continue to prosper quite well as sort of a C League Clinton.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 11:43:19 (EST)

My two cents are: Now that Snippy has become a Democrat, I guess he has to go with the flow. After all, here's a guy who campaigned strongly against nation-building, but winds up having to build a nation. Karma? Now all he has to do is figure out how to become pro-environment.
*
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 10:37:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Bush named his choice for the next head of the Republican National Committee, and it's actually not to bad of a choice. Governor of Virginia, Jim Gilmore, is the outgoing head. Gilmore was a staunchly anti-gay leader, who even refused to follow the leadership of fellow Republicans such as George Pataki (who signed an executive order making it clear that gay partners of victims of the WTC attacks would get the same state benefits as straight partners). Gilmore declared recently that in Virginia, he would most definitely NOT allow gay people to get such benefits and support, particularly in the case of a lesbian who lost who partner in the attack on the Pentagon. It seems that the woman is now going to lose her house and livelihood. Gilmore found himself increasing at odds with the increasingly moderate Bush administration. Mark Racicot, former governor of Montana (who has been good friends with Bush for a long time), is hated by conservatives. Why? Because, as governor, he pushed through and signed several pieces of pro-gay legislation. So, it looks like the new head of the RNC will be a moderate on gay issues, and that's a good thing for gay people.
Kevin
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 09:47:38 (EST)

My two cents are: "I have noted that it is often cited in comparison with Moulin Rogue in favorable reviews, usually in a manner that infers that Hedwig is more likeable and successful in what it achieves with limited funds than what Moulin Rogue accomplished with a huge mega-feature budget." -- Sorry, Ken, but that sounds suspiciously like the inverted snobbery all too often applied to low-budget films without name stars by persons who want to appear anti-Hollywood and pro-intellectual. I could be wrong and I'll know if or when I see the film. Having seen the trailer, I can't imagine two more dissimilar films...except they both have songs.
Kevin
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 09:31:57 (EST)

My two cents are: I've thought about this whole Tarzan concept on and off since last night and I can't decide if Weismuller really is the best Tarzan or not and I don't think I ever will, simply because, regardless of any other factor (he's not Burroughs' Tarzan, I'd rather see Buster Crabbe or Herman Brix in a loin cloth [I've no opinion of Lex Barker's feet]...), he's my idea of Tarzan simply because his Tarzan movies defined my youthful ideas of who and what Tarzan is.
Kevin
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 09:23:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Hedwig was cute, and the writer/director talented and zippy, but top ten? Can't do it. More in the Priscilla category; or Must Be Warriors. Small, good. Also sad. "Moulin Rouge," on the other hand, had reviews that made it out to be idiotic, except what turned out to be idiotic were the reviews. Awesome flick. Awesome. Bizarre, noir, camp, funny, sweet, French-Impressionist-Busby-Berkeley acid trip--to Bengal.
*
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 09:13:48 (EST)

My two cents are: Snippy also said that American forces will be in Afghanistan for "a long, long time." Presumably he has not yet checked this out with the Afghanistanis, who may offer their own opinions.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 09:00:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Everything is going to be ok even though the President said, "We don't know whether he's in a cave with the door shut, or in a cave with the door open. We just don't know."
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 04:00:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Kevin seemed to have a lot more snap to him earlier in the day. What do you suppose happened?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 03:46:54 (EST)

My two cents are: You mean the queers, anonymous? Who knows? Maybe they're friends of his wife.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 03:45:58 (EST)

My two cents are: I haven't figured out whether this means Pete is finally in his league, or way, way out of it.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 03:44:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Poor, pathetic asshole.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 03:42:38 (EST)

My two cents are: Enough of this fantasy land. There's a war going on and no yellow ribbons on display.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 03:35:59 (EST)

My two cents are: How many people here have seen a baby pigeon?
Pete�
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 02:09:31 (EST)

My two cents are: Obviously a misunderstanding, Kevin--I chided you for EATING matted spam . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 01:27:20 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, the second Weissmuller/O'Sullivan film, TARZAN AND HIS MATE, is definitely the best of the series, I think--though TARZAN ESCAPES would have given it a serious run for its money if it had retains the giant bat sequence for a grand finale. Of the RKO films (often more original and definitely less repetitive than the MGMs), I like TARZAN TRIUMPHS, TARZAN AND THE AMAZONS, and especially TARZAN AND THE LEOPARD WOMAN with the indescribable Acquanetta. I quite like Johnny Sheffield as Boy and don't think the character was harmful to the series--certainly not as harmful as was Nick Charles Jr. to the Thin Man films.
Prescott Jamison
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 01:24:15 (EST)

My two cents are: The topic is: The Weissmuller Tarzans. Does anybody have an opinion on this classic series? Are these films the best or only the best known? For my buck, Weismuller simply IS Tarzan, the same way Lugosi IS Dracula. Not to say he's necessarily the best, but he's the archetype. Plus, Maureen O'Sullivan was certainly the best Jane. Got any favorites from among the series? I like the first 2, along with TARZAN ESCAPES, TARZAN'S NY ADVENTURE and the Tarzan vs the Nazis films, TARZAN TRIUMPS and TARZAN'S DESERT MYSTERY. Finally, what's your take on Boy (Johnny Sheffield)? I think he was saddled with some lame dialogue, and that his presence domesticated Tarzan & Jane sometimes to the series' detriment. On the other hand, he saved Tarzan's bacon more than once. And I enjoyed the character's mischievousness and his curiosity about life in the big city. So chime in, already!
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:55:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Hi, Len. Bye, Len. I'm off to see the wizard! Ta-ta!
Todd
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:43:18 (EST)

My two cents are: Do I have to have a special MP-3 player for this Kevin, or what? Clue me in!
Len
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:38:58 (EST)

My two cents are: You know, at first they were kind of creepy, but I'm actually feeling quite comfortable here now. Shit.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:37:28 (EST)

My two cents are: All I know is that threesomes in the gay community are considered rather mundane among the youngsters. Those of us who have survived the plague despite our best efforts, are happy to just cuddle with our SOs. This New Years Eve, I will don the mesh stockings and wear the soft-gel breasts. I will frolic on The Street with the other revelers. But, by 12:30, it will be just Brad, me and Ramses curled up in front of the fireplace. Who's Ramses, you ask. He's our sheepdog, you slut!!! Ha!
Todd
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:36:24 (EST)

My two cents are: No, but I'm pretty pleased to report that I've been downloading oodles of juicy stuff of LimeWire, including the Bela Lugosi/John Carradine MYSTERY HOUSE "The Thirsty Death" which I heard years ago but forgot all about. I also found Boris Karloff, Vincent Price, Peter Lorre and Orson Welles radio appearances galore on Jack Benny, Fred Allen, et al, most taking only 6 -12 mb for a whole half hour show. NICE!
Kevin
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:32:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Did anyone here see "Trixie True, Teen Detective?" It ran only a week off Broadway back in about '74. Judith Christ virtually assassinated it.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:29:35 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, I won't speak for myself, but this definitely was THE film for the person who once chided me for listening to Badfinger's "Matted Spam" as opposed to a Cole Porter song...
Kevin
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:29:34 (EST)

My two cents are: Rex Reed has been out to lunch longer than Timothy Leary.
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- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:24:55 (EST)

My two cents are: Terry Stott? as in SF alley cat?
Ha!
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:24:11 (EST)

My two cents are: Knowing the off-broadway play - john cameron mitchell & michael cerveris - - this is one that Prescott and Kevin will most likely agree on: in other words, they're BOTH gonna hate it!
Jerry
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:23:51 (EST)

My two cents are: I usually don't correct posts, trusting in first insticts, even typos and omissions. But this is too serious. ASK him.
Terry
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:23:41 (EST)

My two cents are: Did I hear correctly that this is the EX-wife of your booze chum? There certainly can't be any moral problem, unless you believe the encounter would somehow wound him. Are you sure that your significant other is in agreement? Sometimes she will go along against an internal barrier, the breaching of which will only cause problems later, if not between you then with her mother, perhaps. If everything is OK among the prospective threesome, I suggest you get in touch with your friend and HIM what his feelings would be. It may be the perfect opportunity to let go, and perhaps to reaffirm his feelings of friendship toward you. Perhaps the obvious answer lies right under your nose. Would you yourself be amenable to making it a foursome?
Terry Stott
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:22:05 (EST)

My two cents are: I'd prefer it if you would say "implies" rather than "infers", Ken, in that context. Not one of my hard and fast rules, and there have been literate exceptions, but try to remember to infer what someone else is implying. You fellows seem to be having a grand old time now that Kevin is off shift.
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- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:14:46 (EST)

My two cents are: I saw Hedwig on opening weekend and found it entertaining and fun if not quite as funny as I'd been led to expect. I have noted that it is often cited in comparison with Moulin Rogue in favorable reviews, usually in a manner that infers that Hedwig is more likeable and successful in what it achieves with limited funds than what Moulin Rogue accomplished with a huge mega-feature budget. I'll be curious to hear what Prescott and Kevin both think of it...
Ken
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 23:16:40 (EST)

My two cents are: I also couldn't help but notice the extreme irony of one of the only negative reviews for this film coming from New York's own Rex Reed. Of course Mr. Reed appeared in that 70's transexual-themed camp favorite Myra Brekinridge.
Jerry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 22:54:49 (EST)

My two cents are: Hedwig is a fascinating piece, funny, thoughtful, and a real musical too. Every song from the Off-Bdwy evening makes it into the film. Back in '91, John Cameron Mitchell ruffled the suits at New Line Cinema because, after being cast a gay character in a "lets-get-laid" teen comedy called "Book of Love", John refused to let his character be the butt of cheap jokes and managed to have the script revised in a less homophobic manner. A decade later, his gay positive glam musical comes to the big screen coutesy of Fine Line, a division of New Line-the same place that almost threw him out when he challenged their stupidity with "Book of Love." Bravo John!
Jerry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 22:48:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Well, the 3x other is ex of an old friend. also sort of a psycho-bitch. bad scene is she does it with us to or at least later in some anger moment to tell him. I just think its probably bad form. could find a better deal for the 3x than one so convoluted. I mean I send presents to this guys (and hers) kids. It could get pretty fucked up, but psychobitch is pretty hot for the wife. On the other side, dude has ignored me for 10 years. Might change if i porked his ex in a 3. Why deal?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 22:38:53 (EST)

My two cents are: Did someone post this url on a Bette Midler fan club web site, or what? Haven't seen Royal Tenenbaums, but it sounds like a Salinger family inspiration. Hackman's performance said to be good. My question is: how did Hedwig and the Angry Inch make it into a top ten NY Times list of 2001 movies? As to Tom's charisma void, I have previously voiced my opinion on same. How 'bout a list of homosexual actors who nevertheless have heterosexual appeal? Or, how 'bout a bunch of sentences using the subjunctive? Or, how 'bouw how did CNN manage to run a Roman alphabet transliteration of Chinese season's greetings that came out as "Merry Christmas, white devils" and ran for twenty four hours without anyone objecting to the ultra rude racial slur? What's up with Osama's left hand? Isn't that naughty? What's this world coming to?
*
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 22:22:26 (EST)

My two cents are: The world of make-believe having such impact on personal lives. Interesting.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 22:20:18 (EST)

My two cents are: And what the hell kind of title is "Vanilla Sky" anyway?
Jerry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 22:04:24 (EST)

My two cents are: Just went to see this - and I cannot for the life of me decide it I liked it or not. Tom Cruise has NO CHARISMA ON SCREEN WITH PENELOPE OR CAMERON. There are so many subtexts to this film. Help I would like someone elses opinion on this FILM. I know it is a virtual remake of a film from a noted director in Spain called "OPEN YOUR EYES", you must help me out here !!! I have some ideas, but, I want to hear from others that have seen this.
Jerry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 22:02:40 (EST)

My two cents are: Go for the threesome, dude. What could possibly go wrong?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 21:59:00 (EST)

My two cents are: The Royal Tennenbaums is way off the wall. About a family of geniuses gone to seed. Gene Hackman, Danny Glover, Gwyneth Paltrow, Angelica Huston, Ben Stiller. Made by the guy who made Crumb. Lots of yucks, bizarre characters. Subplots include drug abuse, incest, suicide, divorce, betrayal, insanity, crime. Everything you look for in a comedy. The touch of poignancy I could have done without but they didn't milk it. This is one of the year's top ten!
Todd
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 21:57:29 (EST)

My two cents are: So the lezzie chick that wants the old lady and probably me in the combo is the ex-wife of one of my old booze buddys. Is it bad form to pork her given that the shit hasn't even sent a xmas card since he went clean ten years ago? Is it stupid for me to go for a roll in the hay with my current and his ex knowing that his ex is pretty much a psycho-bitch and would do us both just so she could tell him (the ex). I'm thinking this is a dumb move on the part of my penis, despite the 2 girly nite it entails. Ethical opinions, words of wisdom?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 21:35:58 (EST)

My two cents are: Has anyone else noticed that Andrew Sullivan has turned into a yenta?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 21:34:56 (EST)

My two cents are: Of course, the Voice was referring to the horrible threat of nuclear weapons and anthrax. Or maybe the yearly holiday extravaganza at New York City's notorious (and trendy) drag nightclub QUEEN MOTHER.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 21:15:13 (EST)

My two cents are: "... a seasonal gift to us all."
The Village Voice
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 21:10:25 (EST)

My two cents are: Prescott, re-read my post. I responded by discussing the film as a whole. My comments about Liotta's character were secondary and hardly the main focus of my response. In fact, I discussed Liotta specifically only because an earlier comment mentioned him as one element of the overall film's impact. And you didn't respond to what I said. The actual impact of an intentionally unpleasant character's words, ideas, etc. are the opposite of what said unpleasant character intends. ALL IN THE FAMILY was not racist because Archie Bunker said racist things.
Kevin
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 21:04:37 (EST)

My two cents are: I'll bite: what's the Royal Tenenbaums?
House of Meat
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 20:55:37 (EST)

My two cents are: Yes, dear Kevin. He will ever be our own little Yosemite Sam, I fear. We may forever wander from discussion site to guest-book, and figuratively weep next the waters of Babylon. Thus have the Kevins of our tribe shared with us all the tragedies of their frigid, spiteful little lives.
Prescott Jamison
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 20:52:21 (EST)

My two cents are: So, have any of you ladies seen The Royal Tenenbaums? Just got back from watching it. I think it's great. No perceivable homophobia and funny as a pinched loaf.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 20:50:51 (EST)

My two cents are: "The question at hand is not whether a particular character in the film is homophobic." If that is not the question, then why did you answer it by saying, "And as for Ray Liotta's character being homophobic, I hardly got that impression." To which I naturally replied that a homophobic character making homophobic remarks is clearly an attack on the gay community--an attack by the character.
Prescott Jamison
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 20:41:50 (EST)

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Prescott Jamison
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 20:41:09 (EST)
My two cents are: Just picked up a pair of O'Neida felt-lined snow boots, easy $200 shoes, for $5.99 at Thrift Town. Size 13, four too big, but warm winter socks will take up much of the slack, and they're intended for slip-ons for minor maintenance outdoors on winter eves. Also a beige aluminum mini-blind that will fit something. They didn't have zipper heads at Flo's Fabrics, so I bought a 7-inch fly zipper, pulled the head and slipped it right on my leather Cardin redingote. All systems go now, but, really, that French engineering! The ladies at Flo's are always so helpful, and so delightfully flustered. I purposely don't shave for when I know I am going to need sewing notions, just to add to their thrill. It is raining like a camel pissing in a Cairo souk gutter, and I worry about tomorrow's drive. I hope Kevin hasn't driven everyone off, as usual.
Harry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 20:38:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Always excluding the distaff side, charming lady.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 20:24:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Some don't have one to think past.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 19:59:47 (EST)
My two cents are: I think the fags are bringing the old site back to life. It's been a long time since anyone has thought past his dick around here. And it could have been worse. An invasion of cat-lovers, for example. This is the best "migration" I've seen on fornigate since MK left supporthillary.org
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 19:04:29 (EST)
My two cents are: No. Jerry is "tooling" around Omaha in the new firebird. Thanks to zero interest rates and a popped nut in the Cavalier tranny linkage.
Hobie
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 19:00:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Jerry is hiding out. He knows better than to get in a scrap with Kevin.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 18:59:00 (EST)
My two cents are: Real guys don't read that crap, Meathead. Let's roll.
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- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 18:57:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Kevin is kicking the crap out of those other two hoe-dads. I'm voting for Kev for Bull Goose Pansy.
House of Meat
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 18:54:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Two. And you?
*
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 18:40:27 (EST)
My two cents are: Prescott, c'mon. When a director/author makes a character clearly as unlikeable Liotta's character in HANNIBAL is made to be then the opinions that character espouses are meant to be unlikable as well. The script pushes us to side with Starling. She does not like "Bob" (or whatever the hell Liotta's name was.) Thus we are not supposed to like Bob, who is shown to be a creep, a liar, a traitor, and a hypocrite. Thus his opinions are those of a creep, liat, traitor, and hypocrite and hardly come to the audience with the film's seal of approval. The question at hand is not whether a particular character in the film is homophobic. Chris (who has yet to explain the caffeine/creatine thing to me yet, by the way) asked if people had found the film itself homophobic. I don't think it is. In fact, after LAMBS, which I thought came across much more anti-gay than the novel did, I felt that this film was trying to avoid its predecessor's mistakes. And when (sort of) straight Hollywood does look out for us like that, I think it's only fair of us to give them some credit. And another thing, am I, the hick, the only person out here who's seen TITUS for Heaven's sake? What did people think of it?
Kevin
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 17:50:26 (EST)
My two cents are: No, but I do wish Pete were here, don't you. Would Pineapple Boy have stood behind his Bush even as he granted most favored nation trading status to China? Or would he have lambasted Snippy as a Chicom in chaps? Sadly, we may never know.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 17:19:44 (EST)
My two cents are: Pete???
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 17:07:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Okay, maybe I'm missing something here, but I can't imagine why a boorish heterosexual--or anyone, boorish or otherwise--spouting homophobic rhetoric SHOULDN'T be perceived as attacking the gay community . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 17:01:53 (EST)
My two cents are: I have read the novel HANNIBAL and had the misfortune of seeing the film. I didn't find the film homophobic at all. If anything, I thought the sexual angle of Lecter's attack on Verger had been toned from the novel. Even Verger's child molesting past gets dumped pretty quickly in the film script. And as for Ray Liotta's character being homophobic, I hardly got that impression. Starling refers clearly to his efforts to date/screw her in the past and if we are going to start saying that boorish heterosexual characters who say homophobic things are attacks on the gay community then I think we risk making our straight supporters roll their eyes and give up on us. The only things the film HANNIBAL is phobic about are interesting plots. What an unmitigated piece of crap. The only good thing I can say about it is that when I read the book I didn't see how anything could have been worse. The film showed me what could. Great acting, music, makeup, cinematography and still a piece of junk. If you want some great thrills featuring Anthony Hopkins and cannibalism rent TITUS.
Kevin
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 16:39:05 (EST)
My two cents are: It would certainly be a point in favor or against the film being perceived as homophobic to know the gender of the child victims, I think . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 16:18:31 (EST)
My two cents are: I think you REALLY have to be stretching to find the film "Hannibal" homophobic, especially concerning the Verger flashback. It is made very clear that Verger is a child molester who hid by Christianity. Also, Verger does NOT come on to Hannibal. Hannibal--apparently desiring to serve up justice for Verger's molestations--in fact comes on to him.
Ken
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 16:02:39 (EST)
My two cents are: I hear that Saddam was really the shoe bomber on a bad hair day, recovering from plastic surgery...poof!
Pete�
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 15:42:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Imposter Alerts!
**
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 15:40:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Talk about virtueless. Talk about lying.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 14:58:15 (EST)
My two cents are: Dear God: Lead us not into temptation, just tell us where it is and we will find it.
Pete�
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 14:52:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Kansas isn't in Nebraska?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 14:04:59 (EST)
My two cents are: I post to this site only while I'm waiting for the latest alt.binaries.analfem.nospam jpg's to download.
Jerry�
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:55:46 (EST)
My two cents are: How many hands do you have, there, Ms. Asterisk?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:53:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Good to be able to be mischievous in such a way.
*
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:53:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Everybody's too close to Kansas.
*
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:51:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Suicide not a verb. Noun. Jerry wouldn't make that mistake, unless he was feeling mischievous.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:51:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Yeah. Being and non-being. That's where it's at. Esse est percipi, too, well, sometimes, anyhow. Salud.
*
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:51:01 (EST)
My two cents are: I think it's because they're too close to Kansas.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:50:09 (EST)
My two cents are: So they should, then.
*
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:49:53 (EST)
My two cents are: None of the above. They suicide because they are not Colorado.
62-36.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:46:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Do Nebraskans suicide because it's too flat, they have no grapes, or insufficient homosexuals?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:18:53 (EST)
My two cents are: No Hoagy here. In France, the land of polyphenol-filled cabernet sauvignon, on the other hand, Wally Shawn is hailed as a playwright. In the US, on the other hand, he has minor parts in movies, and must dine with Andre whathisname, the guy with the biggish nose and matching ego.
*
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:09:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, any Hoagy Carmichael fans here?
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- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 13:01:18 (EST)
My two cents are: I wouldn't give mine up for the William Shatner Chrismas record.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:58:36 (EST)
My two cents are: They'll have to pry my Wally Shawn action figure out of my cold, dead hands.
what about you?
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:51:38 (EST)
My two cents are: The "French Paradox" has finally been solved. It's the polyphenyls produced by the fermentation of red wine grapes. I predict a wave of suicide in Nebraska.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:49:24 (EST)
My two cents are: I'm dying to hear what Jerry thinks of Beetlejuice. Not the movie, the Howard Stern character.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:42:24 (EST)
My two cents are: I find the pansies rather refreshing. They think deeply, if on inconsequential topics. And anyone who has kept up with "The Education of Max Bickford" must know by now that popular culture IS relevant.
Harry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:40:02 (EST)
My two cents are: You "don't really want to speak for Troy"?? Oh, dear dear dear! You said you and Troy discussed it, you said you arrived at different conclusions, you said you found it homophobic . . . Under the circumstances, and going strictly by the information provided, my question as to whether Troy DIDN'T find it homophobic was purely rhetorical.
Prescott Jamison
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:37:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Why is this site getting spammed by pansies? Can't anyone around here splice a cable?
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- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:32:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Au contraire, anonymous, the successful studio artist can pull in up to the six figures and more, and often does. True, no second viola ever got rich on Boy George overdubs, but it can pay the gas bill between Pepsi commercials. And can you spell "ancilliary?" I'm not sure I can.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:31:05 (EST)
My two cents are: I don't really want to speak for Troy, especially since everybody gets something different out of a film. What I am looking for is what other people think of the film who've seen it, if they think it's homophobic or not. Does it encourage violence against gays and lesbians? Does it incite audiences to cheer for the killer if that killer is defending himself from the 'predatory attacks of a homosexual pervert'? Has anybody else here seen this film? Come on, guys, what do you think?
Jerry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:07:54 (EST)
My two cents are: What the hell would hit on Anthony Hopkins . . .? All joking toward one side, I decided not to see HANNIBAL, though not for the reasons cited. (What can I say, I find cannibalism--distasteful?) But what little reading I've done about the movie DID set off my Homophobia Detector, so Jarry's remarks don't surprise me. I take it Troy sees no evidence of homophobia . . .?
Prescott Jamison
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 12:00:44 (EST)
My two cents are: The movie viewers don't want to HEAR all about Andre's spiritual quest, they want to WITNESS it with some quality FX to add a little punch. Did Andre contract the clap in India? Let's see the how that happened. Was there a landslide or an avalanche? If not, so what? Let's throw one in. This is a MOVIE! It's supposed to MOVE. Duh!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 11:59:54 (EST)
My two cents are: I thought the car chase was contrived.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 11:47:14 (EST)
My two cents are: And hang on to those "My Dinner wtih Andre" action figures. Especially the Wallace Shawn with Kung Fu grip and radioactive tentacles. Fetching a pretty penny on Ebay these days.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 11:47:06 (EST)
My two cents are: The only thing that saved "My Dinner With Andre" was the car chase at the end.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 11:43:15 (EST)
My two cents are: The real creators of real music, the studio musicians, don't get a thin dime from legitimate recordings, either, anon. If a CD sells for $13, a record company takes in about $8, of which it deducts artist, publishing royalties and manufacturing, promotional and marketing costs. The artist generally makes between 50 cents and 75 cents per CD, while the record company clears between $3 and $4 per CD. The artist has to pay back advances paid by the record firm, further cutting the artists' royalty, which often dwindles to nothing.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 11:41:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Is the movie Hannibal homophobic? Troy and I have discussed this issue in private and we've arrived at different conclusions. At www.fusionreviews.com, heterosexual film critic Andy Copp asserts that the movie HANNIBAL is homophobic, much in contrast to the book. Everyone should read his interesting review, found in the cinema reviews section. It is claimed in the book that Mason Verger is a child molester who uses Christianity to keep kids at his side at all times. He invited Dr. Lector, his court-appointed psychiatrist over to his home in order to trap him. There is nothing homosexual about it. Yet the film presents this differently, making Mason appear to be gay and in the act of seducing Hannibal, for which is justly punished (according to the film's inferences) by having his face cut off and fed to dogs. The film also mentions in passing reference that Mason is a child molester, and thus draws parallels between homosexuals and pedophiles. The film is invited to cheer at Mason's punishment after he's hit on Hannibal. Ray Liota plays a head honcho at the FBI who is a total prick. While he acts like a heterosexual man who wants women, the film suggests that this is a ruse. He makes constant remarks about other peoples homosexuality (much as repressed homosexuals do), and Hannibal later says that this man "hates women." So, he too seems to be presented as a homosexual. Likewise, the audience is invited to cheer his demise as well. Is all this homophobic? Would straight audiences pick this up? Well, the straight film critic at Fusionreviews.com picked up on it. And several people I know told me they felt that Mason Verger was "a gay guy." So, regardless of what the filmmakers intended, this is what audiences are getting out of this film in our current climate of accepted homophobia.
Jerry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 11:29:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Exactly. What amazes me is how those artists seem to always manage to flip the hand AGAINST the beat and AGAINST the lyric at the same time! It's positively chilling!
Harry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 11:06:00 (EST)
My two cents are: That's why I love hip-hop. Yes, it's talk, talk, talk, but so much MOVEMENT. Have you ever seen a hip-hop artist with his hands in his pockets? No, the hand is always held in front, thumb and pinky extended, and flipping around as if he's trying to shake the last kernals out of a bag of corn-nuts.
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- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 10:55:31 (EST)
My two cents are: Of course there is the example of the aging catamite in so many shows. Rochester in Jack Benny, the sly chinese pimps infesting "The Danny Thomas Show", "Bonanza" (not to mention Ben Cartwright and his three "sons" who look about as related as the Village People), and so many others. And speaking of "Bonanza", which practically DEFINED television in its era, what about the names? I mean "Hoss". "Little Joe." Wasn't one of the "boys" even called "Cherry?" And even the names of the shows! "Car 54 Where Are You?" Well, take a GUESS! "Leave it to (or is it "in") BEAVER?" "Have Gun, Will Travel?" I'll BET you will, Mister. "Sugarfoot?" Guess there had to be one for the shoe salesmen among us. And Disney! Did you ever take a close look at the "tower" on the cover of any "Little Mermaid" product? Come ON, straight America.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 10:51:14 (EST)
My two cents are: I agree with Jerry. Too many words spoil the dialogue. I submit as an example, "My Dinner With Andre." Talk, talk, talk. Never mind the subtext, just watch these white boys yammer. BORRING!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 10:48:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Duh. Hitchcock, obviously. Has anyone had any doubts since the Cary Grant tapes came out? And that weekend he spent with Oscar Levant in Vienna that Delaunay talks about in the suppressed autobiography? God, Jerry, tell us something NEW.
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- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 10:34:21 (EST)
My two cents are: In addition to the films that are "really about something else" there was a decade of sitcoms in the USA that had the central theme of trying to appear normal. MY FAVORITE MARTIAN (in which attractive batchelor Tim O'Hara's "funny uncle" comes to live with him and each week they worry about being "outed") is pretty obvious. BEWITCHED comes to mind as well as I DREAM OF JEANNIE, MY LIVING DOLL, MR ED, and THE GHOST AND MRS MUIR come to mind. Also the entire spy craze lends itself to interpertation. Speaking of a subtext that's not so "sub" anymore ... has anyone here seen the DVD of Hitchcock's STRANGERS ON A TRAIN? I am refering to the British version that in the first meeting of Guy and Bruno there seems to be twice as much dialog and a fraking blind man could see what's going on. This ain't no subtext kids.
Jerry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 09:01:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Jerry, you are SUCH a bitch.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 04:25:26 (EST)
My two cents are: Now that you've got the frog out of your throat, Jerry, was the female lead or "chick" in "Legally Blonde" really as cute as she was "cracked up" to be? Was this FILM, or was it just another tour de bimbo?
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- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 04:04:49 (EST)
My two cents are: The more words, the merrier. What would "Yojimbo" have been without the words? Just another spaghetti western. That is, in fact, why I spent so many years studying Japanese, and didn't bother with Italian until "Mean Streets" came out, and DeNiro hit his stride. God, not another Romance language with no real future tense.
Art Jones
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 03:59:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Too many words, we appreciate only the coloring book. Heaven forbid that we be required to internalize dialogue.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 03:12:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, I've seen the Frodo flick. It is TECHNICALLY marvellous, but my first reaction along with others I saw it with is that there is a lot of TALK in the film. There's too much dialogue that could have been transfered into visuals and movement. Film must MOVE, in my opinion. I will see it again because it is entrancing and magical in its creation of this fantasy realm and that's good enough. But this endless talking exposition style scripting is not something I put much value on. It strikes me as a long stage spectacular rather than a FILM. I have a feeling no one here is going to agree with my reaction. I did like the way it LOOKED.
Jerry
- Friday, December 28, 2001 at 01:03:55 (EST)
My two cents are: The Dead never minded bootlegs. Bootlegs were part of what they were, the Dead. Go to any Dead concert, and there were twenty or thirty sound setups right up front, ranging from pocket lecture recorders to practically field studios. But what Rick from Poughkeepsie doesn't understand is that the real creators of real music, the studio musicians, don't get a thin dime from the bootlegs. Those musicians are professionals, and just as dependent on a good haircut and a well-cut suit as any weekend warrior rim queen who rides the No. 10 downtown from Noe Valley every morning to answer phones at the travel agency.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 23:46:29 (EST)
My two cents are: I knew a fellow from Ceylon, back in school, his father was ambassador to the United Nations. Back then they called Sri Lanka Ceylon. This fellow could dance like a dream, would put a wine bottle on the floor and dance with it, around it, alone, wearing only a cloth tied around his waist that went down to his ankles, to "Eat That Chicken" by Charlie Mingus, and to the more "musical" Ornette Coleman cuts. More natural rhythm in that boy than a truckload of.... well, you get the picture. This was when Sinatra's "boots" came out, and he confided to me that the song was "scary." I tried to calm his fears, but he was truly afraid of Nancy Sinatra. He seemed to feel that the lyric was a personal threat. I'm sure you have all felt at least something of Siri's fear, listening to the inimitable Sinatroid phrasing when she sang, "and that's just what they'll do." If we had played that song from our Huey speakers going into battle, instead of the theme from "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly", I'm convinced we would have won the Vietnam War.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 23:39:08 (EST)
My two cents are: We like asian chicks.
Borgs 5 and 19 of 22
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 21:12:39 (EST)
My two cents are: I've got a copy of Nancy Sinatra's 'Boots' album. seems to be covered in soap.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 21:08:20 (EST)
My two cents are: I have absolutely no objections to bootlegs whatsoever. With so many huge conglomerates sitting atop "worthless" films, scores, etc. that people love, I think that bootlegs are a necessary fact of life. It the big guys don't care about genre products, then it's up to the little people to keep the art alive. Yes, I do buy bootlegs. However, I am happy to discard them as soon as a superior "official" version is released. If I really like a film, score, or whatever, I naturally want the best copy I can find. I would never avoid buying a major studio product in favor of an inferior bootleg, so the big guys need not be worried. Except for companies such as Warner, that sit on hundreds of titles that may never see the light of day, officially.
Rick from Poughkeepsie
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 20:41:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Blue Velvet is my favorite recent flick. Had some good tunes, radar love playing in the car scene where they take 'neighbor' for a ride. and the candy colored clown they call the sandman tune after the ride when the transvestites are dancing on the hood of the car and Dennis Hopper is Kissing Kyle McLaughlin. primo
Borg 3 of 22
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 20:37:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Okay, they're bootlegs--most of 'em, anyway--but when the actual companies that own the rights never do anything about releasing your favorite film scores and it goes on year after year after year--well, whaddaya gonna do? There were a lot of bootleg CDs at a recent horror film convention I attended, and as is my wont I set aside a few bucks in case something I really liked caught my eye. It did--Bronislau Kaper's beautiful score for AUNTIE MAME, one of my favorite films. (I'm a confirmed Mameaholic.) Whatever its pedigree, it's a great CD, containing the original soundtrack sessions (never before released) and the entire soundtrack album (not the same sessions used in the film, but recorded with a smaller orchestra). Kaper's score is remarkable, really. Very lively, of course, as befits Mame Dennis Burnside, but the main theme--a beautiful waltz--is, when taken at a slow tempo, touchingly melancholy. I just love it!
Prescott Jamison
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 20:15:09 (EST)
My two cents are: And a couple of gerbils.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 20:09:42 (EST)
My two cents are: If you're going with Yoko, I suggest a sharp razor and loads of shaving cream.
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:57:13 (EST)
My two cents are: If you're going with Yoko, I suggest body armor . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:55:48 (EST)
My two cents are: "Iron Ass Annie" by Jay Hawkins.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:55:08 (EST)
My two cents are: If you're going with Yoko, I suggest "I'm Your Angel."
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:54:28 (EST)
My two cents are: alt.rec.music.showtunes.gradeb.female.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:54:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Kiss Kiss Kiss by Yoko Ono Lennon?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:52:11 (EST)
My two cents are: ????
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:51:16 (EST)
My two cents are: ...and Edie Gorme does a knock-em-dead version of "I Remember You" on Painted Smiles' MOSTLY MERCER - the album which marked the recording debut of Nancy LaMott singing "You Must Have been Beautiful Baby."
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:47:42 (EST)
My two cents are: It's always been a favorite. Dorothy Lamour introduced it in THE FLEET'S IN, and Doris Day does a dynamite version on her album DAY BY DAY . . .
Prescott Jamison
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:45:20 (EST)
My two cents are: I used to like that song until I heard Slim Whitman do it. Really weird.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:42:49 (EST)
My two cents are: What I don't like about many of these songs as film noir femme fatale tunes is that they present women as victims, and femme fatales are rarely victims of anyone but themselves. I suggest you choose a love song that can be associated with the character and "haunt" the hero. A perfect example (and a perfectly titled one) is "I Remember You," which ends . . . "When my life is through And the angels ask me to recall The thrill of it all Then I shall tell them I remember you."
Prescott Jamison
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:40:50 (EST)
My two cents are: from the pen of Sondheim for a Femme Fatale: Sooner or Later - and it's period, to boot!; Every Day a Little Death - which works well enough as solo, let the saxophone handle half the duet.; Hello, Little Girl (Boy) - change a noun, and you've got a stunner.; Unworthy of Your Love - another duet that works as a solo piece; Lovely - with a sultry arrangement, this will slay 'em. From the pen of others: Moanin' Low - doesn't get much torchier than this; Skylark - k d lang proved that it can be done a capella; Good Morning, Heartache; God Bless the Child; Where are You, Now that I Need You?; I Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry; and Sophisticated Lady - a personal favorite
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:38:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Right. And Lenny Bernstein balled Koussevitsky.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:34:06 (EST)
My two cents are: I had heard that Andy Williams did the Bacall voice in "To Have and to Have Not." Was that just a vicious rumor?
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:27:57 (EST)
My two cents are: She could sing, "Home Cooked Navy Beans" from the aforementioned Walter Pigeon vehicle. "You Can Put Rocks in My Pillow." "Everyone's Mad About Lilah." "Coney Island Washboard Roundelay." A Meredith Wilson number. "Willie of the Valley", or really any Mae West cover. "My Gal Doesn't Do Much Walkin'." There are a million of them.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:26:13 (EST)
My two cents are: ooooh....yes! yes! yes! thanks....*jotting down notes furiously*
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:23:41 (EST)
My two cents are: I would think something by Sondheim might work...if it is to be a present day thriller..
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:22:36 (EST)
My two cents are: What is this, name dropping matinee at Fgate?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:21:48 (EST)
My two cents are: The chirp? She should sing, "I Like to Sing'a." Or maybe "Eagle He Like to Fly" from the 1938 Moss Hart flop, "Bulgarian Enchantment."
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:21:20 (EST)
My two cents are: How about "The Hut Sut Song?"
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:21:17 (EST)
My two cents are: "My Man" "Just My Bill" "Down in the Depths on the 90th Floor" "Miss Otis Regrets" "The Masochism Tango"
Harry Longo
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:20:21 (EST)
My two cents are: I'd say it's been done a million times. Ya big lunk. Just put your lips together and BLOW!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:19:26 (EST)
My two cents are: You need help.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:18:38 (EST)
My two cents are: I learned a lot more from Jerry back when he was doing his moveie reviewsz.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:18:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Hypothetically...Say I was trying to write a noir, now, say I have the atmospheric dark, misty, rainy setting, the private eye/tough guy with a hard bark exterior hiding the sap at his heart. Say I have the femme fatale who is a nightclub singer with the bad habit of seducing then killing her admirers. Say I even have a title, "Song of the Siren"...now say I need help... What would be the best torch songs for the dame to sing? Deitrich's "Falling in Love Again" seems natural...but, any recommendations are welcome!
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:17:30 (EST)
My two cents are: I thought they stopped making the Sunfire.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:16:22 (EST)
My two cents are: I just had a hunger pang and opened my Xmas present from the neighbors. Turns out it's a box of "Holiday Cookies" from the 99-cent Store.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:14:15 (EST)
My two cents are: Red Sunfire? Queer with a personality crisis. Poor porr Jerry.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:13:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, the drag show was a sheer delight (you haven't lived until you've seen "Lauren Bacall" sing tunes from all the shows she SHOULD have been in) and we met up with old friends from the nights at Eighty Eights in the Village. (It's still the greatest piano bar that ever lived!) Wound up getting home some time between four and five, which ain't bad for an old geezer who drank nothing but diet coke all night . . . Every year, they have an auction of celebrity teddy bears--in other words, teddies autographed by celebrities. This year it was Joyce (Trixie) Randolph and Beatrice Arthur. Trixie's son Randy (another Eight Eights alum) was there, as usual. Yet another (post) Christmas party tonight, and then tomorrow I think we have a day off. I'm going to watch THE BISHOP'S WIFE and one other holiday film to be determined . . . For me, Christmas just ain't over 'till New Year's!
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:13:03 (EST)
My two cents are: I'll never, ever forget Walter Pigeon's version of "The Moon Has a Few New Wrinkles." Or his work with Gleason on the title cut.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:10:38 (EST)
My two cents are: If I had known, Jerry, I would have sent you my vinyl of "Take Me Along." The version with Jackie Gleason. Nothing like the old shows. What did you think of June Allyson's work in the movie version of "Good News?" Do you think she played well off Lawford? What was that chick's name, McCracken, that played the comic relief? What a hoofer. "Bury the Hatchet", man. They don't make it any better. On film at least.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:09:35 (EST)
My two cents are: Nancy Reagan could not suck a dick even if she was tutored by Monica Lewinsky.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:09:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Last week, my better half and I visited some friends for dinner, talk, and a movie. We watched THE FLEET'S IN (Dorothy Lamour, William Holden, Eddie Bracken, Betty Hutton, Jimmy Dorsey and his Orchestra, Helen O'Connell, Bob Eberley, Cass Daley, Gil Lamb), which got us on a Betty Hutton kick so we followed it with a televised interview with the Incendiary Blonde herself. Fascinating stuff, and we had a fine time. Then we headed to the Big Apple to attend one of the Teddycares cabaret shows at a Chelsea club called Judy's. Teddycares is a yearly series of shows put together by drag artist Ruby Rims. Everyone brings teddy bears and other stuffed animals, and then Ruby distributes them to children with AIDS (and other diseases) in hospitals . . .
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:08:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Jules White stopped directing the Stooges because their publicists wanted more women in the shorts. Jules was flaming and would have none of that. Exit Jules. Enter women. Go figure.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:07:24 (EST)
My two cents are: Jerry, are you queer?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:06:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Stan Laurel was the biggest horn-dog in Hollywood, after Fatty Arbuckle died. He was getting blow-jobs from Nancy Reagan well into his 70's.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:05:22 (EST)
My two cents are: So, what did I get for Christmas? The early arrival of Criterion's REBECCA dvd, the new recording on Fynsworth Alley of Rodgers and Sondheim's DO I HEAR A WALTZ?, the complete recording of MAN OF LA MANCHA (with Ron Raines, Kim Criswell and Avery Saltzman), a full belly, oh, and a brand-spanking new 2002 RED Pontiac Sunfire - which I pick up from the dealer's later this afternoon.
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:04:37 (EST)
My two cents are: The Stooges were more S/M than the common variety type queer. Moe was really the masochist, but acted like the boss in front of the camera. Larry had a huge dong. And if you notice, Curly was always wiping something off his chin. Let's not even talk about Shemp or Curly Joe, ok?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:04:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Larry and Curley were Moe's beards.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:03:45 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, if the Three Stooges were fags, they were incestuous as well. The Stooges were BROTHERS, man. Almost nobody is that hard up.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:02:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Jerry, I think you jumped WAY to conclusions on the Cavalier. It wouldn't go into reverse? That doesn't sound like something that would be difficult to fix. Probably just the linkage. Going into reverse is not, like, a major problem in automobile engineering. Sounds to me like you were looking for an excuse to ditch the heap and get the sporty new model. Did you even take the Cav to Aamco for a look-see? Maybe even take it to the dealer and have them check the service bulletins? You're not as dumb as all that, Jerry. Let's admit it-- if it looks like a mid-life crisis, smells like a mid-life crisis, and sounds like a mid-life crisis, then it probably is a mid-life crisis. As for showing off, well, that's what the sporty models are for, Jerry. You have no reason to be ashamed. Didn't you have a sound system in the Cavalier?
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 19:00:24 (EST)
My two cents are: Everybody knows Laurel and Hardy were fags. Three Stooges too.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 18:57:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey . hope you are ready cuz you got a big one cumming. Pussed over twat.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 18:56:02 (EST)
My two cents are: Is all you have to go on the "longtime partner" clue, Jerry? Are you sure these guys are queer? What if they're just longtime partners, like Glint and the banker? Or Butch and Sundance? Or Mutt and Jeff? Or Laurel and Hardy? Or Boswell and Dr. Johnson?
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 18:53:10 (EST)
My two cents are: My 1992 Cavalier died rather suddenly three weeks ago - well, it didn't exactly DIE, it just wouldn't go into reverse! As it had lasted me TEN years, and had not been troublesome, the time had come for a new car. With the color and the make, I've been accused of having a mid-life crisis as well as a show-off. The great thing is, I can listen to DO I HEAR A WALTZ? while "tooling" around in the car.
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 18:41:43 (EST)
My two cents are: That Sean babe in the movie where Costner was a spy was quite a babe. She had the underbite, you know? It was a good scene, except for the part with the chaffeur. Kevin Costner, who had just gotten a medal for saving a sailor in the bows of a destroyer in a hurricaine, was a sleeper planted as a youth and a Navy officer, controlled by his next-door neighbor, this friendly old geezer who turns out to be a Russian hard guy. That other guy is in it, the fellow who is in the current movie "Behind Enemy Lines", the one who played one of the bad guys in the Batman movies. He kills this Sean chick I think, by dropping her down a rotunda-like space. He's a senator, I think, and been balling Sean. She dies pretty quick into the movie. A plot twist. Since you know about the Costner-Quinn flick, how about telling me what the Ferrar character was doing in it? He was a Commie guerilla figure, but in Mexico.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 18:41:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Could someone like Ann Coulter pass as the wife of a heterosexual? Somebody is reading this thing wrong.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 18:34:43 (EST)
My two cents are: It's a well-known fact that most Republican males are closet homosexuals, dating or marrying females like Ann Coulter only for show.

- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 18:01:58 (EST)
My two cents are: So, mayor Giuliani has won Time magazines man of the year and I perused the article in the latest issue on his life. Most interesting but as someone who doesn't watch much TV I wonder how much the media is noting the fact that the mayor has been staying with two gay male friends for a few (years?) now. I don't mean to cast any doubt as to the mayors sexuality at all, just find it interesting that MOST people seem not to be aware of this fact. There is one very brief mention of the fact that Giuliani was heading to the apartment of so and so and his "longtime partner" so and so at the very start of the article but the word gay or longtime companion is never used. Those attuned would pick up on it but those not are apt to not even make the gay connection...
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 17:33:08 (EST)
My two cents are: That flick with Costner and Anthony Quinn was called Revenge. Adapted from a short novel by a guy a called Jim Harrison. Really good story. Not such a great movie. Costner was in another flick with that crazy actress, Sean something. I think she was a spy. No, he was the spy. Anyway, they had this hot sex scene in the back seat of a car.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 16:21:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Now, is all revisionism valid? Well, I'm not prepared to say one way or the other. I've seen some pretty far-out ideas (e.g., that THE WOLF MAN is an intensely sexual film because of the number of shots framed through the crotches of trees!). I've seen some valid ideas. I've seen some ideas that at least MIGHT be valid. But in all cases, the mere fact that someone is willing to actually THINK about these films and discuss them in new terms--however we take those terms--is to a large degree what keeps these films alive and vibrant. And as I've said often in the past, I'll say again--any work of art that can ONLY be interpreted one way, probably isn't worth bothering to interpret at all.
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 16:14:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Where is all this "fuss" happening, Jerry. Have you been tuning into Rush Limbaugh again? Been visiting Jerry Falwell's web site? It sounds to me as if your gripe is that somebody disagrees with homosexual dudes finding homosexuality in Shakespeare or Laurel and Hardy, when there might not be any. What I think is that most men are pretty unflinchingly heterosexual, which is to say that when they see the glutes of a woman of child-bearing age they notice the glutes, but when they see the glutes of an NBA basketball-player they notice the score. In other words, homosexuality is a minor current, not much more culturally important than the art of cukoo-clock collecting. Of course, if you go back to BC in Athens, to Socrates and his buds, and Aristophanes, you DO find a lot of comment on homosexuality, but mostly it's a put-down, possibly undeserved. There is certainly nothing evil about queers looking for queer references in old movies, but it doesn't add anything for me, if the truth be known. Take this character De Sade: as far as I can see, he's not even queer. He is just without discernment.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:54:14 (EST)
My two cents are: People are always going to bitch and moan about revisionism, Jerry. It's part of the landscape. The sophisticated individual is the one who bitches and moans about people finding hidden meanings in things right when they first come out. For instance, when I first heard that the fish in "The Old Man and the Sea" represented the cross, and the old man represented Christ, I nearly lost a mouthful of Cheerios. But let me tell you a story. I once took an English class at Berkeley-- I think it was Modern American Literature, and the professor, who was queer, showed a lot of films. He showed one with Laurel and Hardy where they are making wine and somehow get into sucking it up through these hoses, getting tangled up in the hoses and what-not. One of the kickers was that the song the leading lady sings in that movie, "I Dreamt that I Slept in Marble Halls" had a big part in one of James Joyce's early stories in "Dubliners." So anyway, this professor gave a lecture about the movie where he interpreted the sucking on the wine hoses as some sort of homosexual statement, which to me was a dastardly interpretation of the old movie. In the final exam one of the questions had to do with Gore Vidal and Tarzan, and I wasted the whole test period writing in my blue book about how Gore Vidal was full of shit and didn't understand Tarzan any more than the English professor understood Laurel and Hardy. I guess the point is, Jerry, that there's nothing wrong with revisionism, but bullshit is bullshit. What's your take?
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:43:36 (EST)
My two cents are: To me, revisionism is simply OFFERING an alternative method of reading a given film. It isn't etched in stone. If nothing else--right or wrong--it ought to make the reader take a REAL look at a movie that he may have long known and about which he has become complacent. Now, I see no way in which that can be a bad thing, but some people seem to be very threatened by it--never more so than when that subtext is presuming that there might be a (gasp!) gay undercurrent to something. In part, I think it comes down to two key issues with these films, but this is just a guess on my part. 1.) So many of these are films that the outraged reader saw in childhood, which they, rightly or wrongly, think of as a time of innocence, so in bringing the films to an adult level of discussion, the writer is somehow threatening that innocence. 2.) People, on the whole, do not like having their existing notions challenged. It makes them uneasy. That I personally have no desire to be utterly stagnant in my views on these films, nor wish to appreciate them in the same way I did when I was 12 years old makes the fuss a little baffling to me.
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:36:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Exploring the lives of homosexuals will really make my day...more significant. If it weren't so foggy might dash out and get that book.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:34:37 (EST)
My two cents are: What did the book say about Raymond Burr, Jerry? Burr was a flaming faggot, believe me. Did I ever tell you about how Tab Hunter lived in my brother's neighborhood? No, I got that wrong, Jerry, it was Troy Donahue, sort of a poor man's Tab Hunter. He was in a television series about private eyes in Florida around the late '50's, and also starred in a movie called "Parrish", about tobacco farmers. Anyway, he lived near my brother in Hollywood, and would go to the "swap meet" down the block. My bro had been a great Troy Donahue fan, and was shocked to see Troy shuffling down the street, long hair and raggedy clothes. He was a handsome guy in a tuna-fish way, but had an odd lower lip and chin configuration that always looked to me like it had drool on it. Terrible actor, but then, so was Tab Hunter. Did you know that Tab Hunter put out a hit record at the height of his popularity? I forget what it was, something about 'teen love. A lot of second-rate actors put out hit singles in those days. Paul Peterson, who played the son in "Father Knows Best", had one called "She Can't Find Her Key." And the girl who played his sister, Shelly Fabares, had a whole string of them. This was before the Beatles, in the depths of bad pop music, and they were about the worst. Lots of echo, you couldn't actually hear her voice. She later went on to play the wife in "Coach", with that studly guy who now is in the series about the DC cop. She had a fucked-up chin as well.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:33:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Every now and then I find someone bitching and moaning about "those Goddamn revisionists who are forever finding hidden meanings in old movies." It never fails to amaze me--the anger, I mean. After all, who or what does revisionist criticism hurt? The film remains unchanged. The viewer isn't forced to accept the new theories and opinions put forth. I mean--what's the big deal?
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:32:24 (EST)
My two cents are: Martin Short? Is that the black guy with the scrunched-up face like a Pekingese? What's so funny about that guy? He rates about a notch above Adam Sandler in my book. There is no way that guy is going to get any Oscar, if it's the guy I'm thinking of. Problem with black comedians is they all tell the same damn joke over and over again, and it wasn't funny to start with. At least in the mainstream that's the way it is. Maybe they're funnier amongst their own kind. Sort of like the way the Vietnamese laugh among themselves just because of the words they use, but nobody else can understand it, unless he has a PhD in Vietnamese, and probably not even then. It would be like a French English teacher trying to figure out "Huckleberry Finn" or "Easy Rider."
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:24:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Just finished William J. Mann's new book and I can't recommend it highly enough. It's the book David Ehrenstein's OPEN SECRET almost was -- but wasn't quite -- exploring the lives of the gay men and lesbians of every profession who worked in American film prior to 1969. All the favorites are present and accounted for -- David Manners, Tab Hunter, Clifton Webb, and so on. Also provides some new details on folks like Gary Cooper, Ross Hunter, Adrian, Claudette Colbert, Kay Francis, Edmund Goulding, Ross Alexander, Lilyan Tashman, Franklin Pangborn, Marie Dressler, Ona Munson, Vincent Price, Cesar Romero, Irving Rapper, Arthur Lubin, Charles Brackett, DeWitt Bodeen, Sydney Guilaroff, Walter Plunkett, Lon McCallister, Laird Cregar, Charles Walters, Hattie McDaniel, and many others. BUY THIS BOOK!!!
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:23:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, Jerry, did I ever tell you about Eug�ne Delacroix's famous painting, "Liberty Leading the People?" Here is a URL for a pretty good version: http://sunsite.dk/cgfa/delacroi/p-delacroix5.htm. This picture has a lot of specific content, Jerry, but it also has color, and you can enjoy it squinting your eyes so you can't pick out the various personalities in it. It fits together quite well inside the frame. In the art-appreciation business, we call this "pictorial support." The picture has great pictorial support, Jerry, if the truth be known. Delacroix is a regular Pieter DeHooch, pictorial support-wise. If you squint at it, you can see a glimmer in Piet Mondrian's eye.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:18:59 (EST)
My two cents are: GET OVER IT: dunst is'z svery sexy! - i'x thinkt hat kutsten fduxnst id a reallsyt fgreatgood actresres and she is'z the best in this mobievs i think everuyone is goingt o liek it. forget the faxct that it 'z waz trying to be a teeb movie. martin short is very funny in thisa moivuie and he will probabl;y get a best supposting actor oscar for his funny role in this flick. and dunxst is very sexy.
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:18:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Jerry?
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:12:28 (EST)
My two cents are: How about "Jeremiah Johnson", with Robert Redford? Did you know there really was a guy like that, only his name was John "Liver-Eating" Johnson? He ate or pretended to eat the livers of the Indians he killed, and the though of that put them off their stride when they attacked him, evidently. Some Crow Indians killed his wife, like in the movie, only there was no adopted kid, although she was pregnant, and he killed them. They appointed 20 warriors to take him out, but they had to always go against him one-on-one for the honor of the Crow Nation, and he bumped off at least 18 of them. Redford is into that Rocky Mountain thing, and may be from that area, for all I know. Has his own ski resort. What's the deal with Redford? I find him a little pretentious. That movie where he was the old baseball player with the bat named "Wonder-Boy" was pretty bad, except for Joe Don Baker playing the Babe Ruth-inspired part. What did you think of "Walking Tall?" Did you know that that sheriff, Buford Pusser, was a real guy, Jerry?
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:12:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Kevin Costner was also in a movie with the guy who was in "Zorba the Greek" and "Viva Zapata", that famous actor, where he was an Air Force pilot who retired and moved to Mexico. Got into all sorts of trouble, and in the end Jos� Ferrar's son is in it, shows up with an Uzi for some reason and is involved in ending the movie. I didn't understand really what he was doing there, with his Uzi. Costner got involved with Zorba's wife, and they had this feud going. She died in the end, starved to death in a convent or something, I didn't quite understand. Did you like that movie, Jerry? Anthony Quinn, I knew it would come to me. He was good in "Viva Zapata." "When I want to hit 'em I hit 'em, when I want to miss 'em I miss 'em." He was also pretty good in Zorba, if you like that kind of movie, which I don't. What did you think of "Driving Miss Daisy?" I saw it on tube the other night.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 15:02:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Did you ever see "Tin Cup", Jerry? I haven't had much admiration for that guy since he was in "The Untouchables", but he seemed relatively inoffensive. I liked the woman a lot. What was her name? She's been in only a couple of movies. A woman in her forties, looks like. It also had Cheech Marin in it, who I can do without. Saw it in a motel room somewhere. Generally I don't go for golf movies, especially if they have Adam Sandler in them. I find Adam Sandler pretty much ruins any environment he appears in, and probably wouldn't even know about him except my kid follows his career. That dude, what's his name from "The Untouchables" was excellent in "Bull Durham" as well. One of the all-time good movies, for a baseball movie. He blew it with that stupid "Field of Dreams" thing, though, and the one with Whitney Houston, and that idiotic "Dances With Wolves." Kevin Costner is the guy's name. Makes we want to go to Virgin Megastore and look for an Edith Piaf CD. Except I already went, and they don't have anything but teenager CD's. And small blues, jazz, and reggae or "world music" sections. What's your opinion of Matt Damon? He seems like sort of a mook to me.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 14:55:04 (EST)
My two cents are: I used to know a girl, Deena Little, who looked like that girl in "Repo Man", the tall dark one. She ended up dancing at the Galaxy, but I never went to see her. She was an artist, went to CCAC in Berk. Everybody said she looked pretty good, dancing at the Galaxy. She looked pretty good sitting on a stump.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 14:46:33 (EST)
My two cents are: RUSH HOUR 2: Noz a must see! - junk!!n junk jink!! terrible unfuuny movi thaz waz ruining by Chirs tucker. when will thisz guy become funny?? will thatz day ever happen??!! he just kept on talking TRYING to make a joke after joke. chan wasn't thT GREAT EITHER. really bad movie that i'm suprisedz to knowz people will like.n it just proves anything canz getz made today, and someone will always like it. pure junk......word out!
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 14:09:32 (EST)
My two cents are: So now I own these two movies I didn't mind watching once, but wouldn't watch twice, probably. A Chinese martial arts flick and Tom Hanks emotionally involved with a volly-ball. The third one is "Enemy at the Gates", which I think is the one about the German and Russian snipers dueling each other at Stalingrad. Haven't watched it yet, or even taken it out of the shrink-wrap. I hope it's better than the other two. I've got "Repo Man", by the way, which is a flick that stands repeated viewing. Harry Dean Stanton, man. The Repo Man's Code.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 11:28:15 (EST)
My two cents are: You'd figure a movie about a guy trying to get his rug replaced because somebody pissed on it wouldn't be much of a movie. But the guy is either Nick Nolte or Beau Bridges, I don't remember, and his buddy is that fat guy who used to be on Roseanne, and his other buddy is that weasely guy from "Fargo" and "Reservoir Dogs." Compare those people to Tom Hanks, who seems to be trying to develop himself into Hollywood's answer to Bill Bennet. Am I on the wrong track here, Jerry?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 11:23:47 (EST)
My two cents are: The part in "Labowski" where the guy, somebody said it is Andy Garcia, licks the bowling ball was pretty good. I didn't like the bit where the story is all told by the drug-store cowboy, but everything else was pretty good. When Andy Garcia, if it is Andy Garcia, says, "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you in the ass," is a much better take on butt-fucking than the Marquis De Sade comes up with, in my opinion. Just my opinion, man.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 11:19:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Hell, I'd trade a few Tom Hankses for Kevin Bacon. He seems like a sentimentalist blow-hard to me. That one movie he was in, about all the people getting shot, "Private Ryan", started out being a pretty good war movie, but then it got all goosy. The scene where the German they let go kills the jew-boy ruined it for me, too. I might watch it again, but I don't want to see that scene again. I resent that scene, how whoever made the movie toyed with the sentiments there. Rather see "Jenna Loves Rocco" again way more.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 11:16:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, Jerry, one of the flicks I bought was "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." What's the deal with that? It was OK, but I don't think I want to watch it twice. What was the point? What did you think of "Diner?" I really liked "Diner", and recommended it to some friends who didn't get it at all. The part in "Crouching" where they have the sword-fight in the tree-tops was pretty good, but, as I asked before, what was the point? The movie was hot at the Oscars one year, wasn't it? The other one I bought and have seen was "Cast Away" with Tom Hanks. What about that? I don't want to see it twice, either. What was the fucking point of that? I'd like to see "The Big Labowski" again, but not "Cast Away." What is the deal with Tom Hanks? I don't find him particularly attractive. What is his appeal? I'd give ten of him for one Mickey Rourke, back before Mickey ran himself through the meat-grinder or whatever it is he did to himself.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 11:10:32 (EST)
My two cents are: If she can't break the brick then she shouldn't pick up the chisel. A lot of these porn people spend a lot of time whining about it, by my observation. That is why someone like Ginger Lynn is so refreshing, just bitched once and then took it back. She just got back in the business, by the way, with a flick called, I think, "Torch." Read an interview where she says she had fun auditioning her co-performers, selecting the right ones. Over on the Jenna Jameson site. She does lapse into mild bitterness once, where she is discussing the impossibility of a true porn star crossing over successfully. She says something about how she assumes that the Hollywood stars have all experimented with sex, but that she doubts that many of them are very good at it. It is a very pointed little comment, seems like a bit of lashing back at mainstream Hollywood, and pretty devastating when you think about it. There is no doubt that Ginger Lynn is a good judge of sex.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 11:04:09 (EST)
My two cents are: She would say things like " yeah I'm getting charged for what these donut pits are enjoying watching over and over down at the station"
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:50:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Now Justine, see she takes on the persona of victim. much the same shit happens to her as Juliette except that because of her virtuousness she is appalled and affronted and very upset by it all.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:49:02 (EST)
My two cents are: I know I've told this story before, but what happened, and this was before we met, was that she had agreed to make this skinflick and so she was being filmed outside at the apartment complex pool. She got arrested on a public lewdness charge or something. None of that bothered her. What she was really pissed off about was having to pay the developing costs for the film used to convict her. I mean she was rabid about that. I have to admit, I can see her point.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:45:05 (EST)
My two cents are: yeah, that sounds about right. One of my exes wanted to sit around and read desade in candlelight, but we didnt have the books. This is the one that got busted for making the x flick.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:42:07 (EST)
My two cents are: KISS OF THE DRAGON: ...what this flick is about! - exciting yes! good ploit? no. i'z doesn't undretsnad what this ovie is about at all. and that's why i doesn't like it. i had no cliuw ehat i 'z waz watching. the acyting is dun and bad, and so waz the dielaouge. the diretcyimngw azn;'t that greta eitther. pass this ... up.....word out
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:39:24 (EST)
My two cents are: iz knowz evretyhtingz about flicks! iz seen thems allz
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:37:41 (EST)
My two cents are: "On the Road" wasn't banned for 200 years, but "Howl" was banned in San Francisco, once, and the cops tried to close down a Ginsberg reading. I remember reading about it in the newspaper early on. People are always going to try to ban books, the same way guys like Ashcroft are going to try to line people they don't like up in front of ditches and blow them back into it. One interesting thing about Coulter's column is that she doesn't know that the "assassins" took their name from "hashish", because they smoked weed. At least that's the story I've always heard, on apparently good authority. These troglodytes seldom seem to know much, or be very curious, and their research isn't so great. At least I read a few random snatches of "Juliette", and read Jerry's review of "Legally Blonde", which I may rent when it comes out on tape since the blond sounds pretty cute and it sounds like the movie doesn't drag on and on.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:32:55 (EST)
My two cents are: I just flipped to random scenes, some in the middle, true. It's a big honking Durkheim-sized book. Up in the front end there seemed to be more "philosophy" about how the ancient Celts honored power and felt it would be dishonorable for a powerful person to not humuliate a less powerful person. I confess, I didn't want to plow through Juliette's coming out, but read right into her more daring exploits. Read a short few paras where some dude steals her money, then falsely accuses the maid, Gonde, whom he has got one of the queers to impregnate. Then he butt-fucks the maid while licking Juliette's ass and both he and Juliette get off better than they ever have before, knowing the maid is only 20 and is going to fester in prison for maybe another 50 years. They had the option of having her hanged, but the dude has her thrown in prison. The deal is exciting to Juliette and to her friend only because the maid is innocent. So there is a lot more than just butt-fucking and shit-eating in the book. There is sadism as well. Then I read a few pages where Juliette poisons her husband so she can go to Italy with her daughter. Just after she is butt-fucked by the abbey against the alter. She is solicitous of her daughter not because of any maternal feelings, she says, but because it is through the daughter that she has access to her murdered husband's money. This is like, three random pages out what, five or six hundred? I think the pornographic parts are pretty good, except for I can't seem to get excited about all the shit-eating and golden shower action. I don't think the overall moral stance could turn out to be very useful, though. Albert Loudes turned out to be a free-sex guy, and that is interesting, he worked it up into a lot of exciting experiences, probably. Last I visited him, in New York City way back when, he had married this babe who I didn't like much but who had a nice body, and a bunch of friends came around and this one Chinese guy started stroking on Albert's wife's ass while we were sitting around, but she told him to stop. They were up-tight, you see, because I was around, and they didn't know whether I would be into it or not. There was another part in Juliette, toward the back, where the narrator is a man, and he arranges to butt-fuck his brother-in-law, then plot with his wife to poison the brother-in-law and the sister, but double-crosses his wife and convinces the sister to kill her and the brother-in-law, then frames the father for it and gets him hanged, and marries the sister. Then on his wedding night he arranges to have three perverts break in and fuck the sister in her armpits and shit and piss on her, comes in later with his sword and pretends to save her. Then he tells her he needs to take her in a way she hasn't been taken for his wedding night, and butt-fucks her, "blowing" five times he is so excited. Then they go off in the carriage and he turns her out, and is explaining to her how it all works when I put the book down and grabbed some General Pao Chicken and Prawns to go at the Chinee Express.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:25:09 (EST)
My two cents are: Hi Jerry, read any good books lately?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:20:30 (EST)
My two cents are: now of course on the road wasn't banned for 200 years.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:19:56 (EST)
My two cents are: LEGALLY BLONDE: reesse iz cute! - ix onlyt sae this movie cause i'z thought that resse withersppn is cute, and she iz. i kinda liked the wayz she'z act. it wasz sorta on thewahat u called the funny side. near the end of thisz flick it doesn't seemt to go ojt o long. but it'z fun to wtach.
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:10:02 (EST)
My two cents are: Justine andJuiette are sisters, seperated when they are kids. Justine grows up trying to be virtuous and ends up miserable. Juliette becomes a prostitute I think and embracing vice does quite well for herself, eventually rescuing her sister. There is some pretty gross stuff in them. One reader at amazon commented that de sade desensitizes the reader slowly, the scenes gradually becoming more and more intense, that one would put the book down if just flipping to a middle scene.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 09:00:02 (EST)
My two cents are: you're supposed to read Justine first. lets see, I was about 25 last time I read it.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 08:52:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Madonna got more votes than Al Gore, the scraggle-bearded evil bastard. Jimmy Carter got more. Al Gore is a has-been. Snippy rules! Scalia and Thomas made the right selection.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 08:51:53 (EST)
My two cents are: In the "most popular" poll, president* Bush got 39% to Cliton's 2%. Guess that proves where blowjobs will get you. The affable numb-nuts Billy Graham got more than Cliton. Laura Bush kicked Hillary's ass 12% to 8%. If the election were held today, Laura would still be First Lady. The best news for the Breightly family is that Al Gore didn't even show on the charts.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 08:48:28 (EST)
My two cents are: Ann Coulter is a confused little twit. Do you know the story of the Princess and the Pea, Jerry? That's Ann, Jerry, the princess who couldn't sleep because there was a pea under her mattress, even though she had the footmen pile up 12 mattresses she could still feel the pea. Princess Coulter. Yet who has the good sense to celebrate men who can splice cables and sleep with their boots on. You can sort of see where she's coming from, why the great admiration for sleeping with you boots on. I slept with my boots on last night just to see if it could be done, but instead of dreaming of Iraq I dreamed of the Marquis De Sade licking life-changing murds off the bums of his familiars. Embuggering the countess while being embuggered himself by the countess's son, who in turn is embuggered by the count. I sort of drop out of that chain after the countess. What's your call, Jerry?
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 08:29:08 (EST)
My two cents are: How about the Muhammed Ali movie, Jer? I heard it was great, from Will Smith's muscles and voice to the fight scenes. What's your analysis? I have to confess I saw Smith on the Leno show and he spent the whole time smirking back and forth with Jay about giving up sex during production. It was lame. Is the movie any better? There was also a lot about the shave-head band-leader not getting any. Kevin Eubanks. Did you know that Kevin Eubanks is a great jazz guitar stylist in his own right? Grew up knowing Monk and Eric Dolphy and a lot of other jazz guys personally, because his family was in the business? Guess a gig is a gig. Look at what Nat Cole did with HIS talents. One of the great jazz pianists of all time. What say, Jerry?
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 08:18:14 (EST)
My two cents are: MEET THE PARENTS: Stupid az heck - Whaz up with this stupid movuie? why is it so dumb? bad acting by robby. i can't beleiev it. how could hez maek a bad moviee? ben stiler is not a funny guy at all. iz dont likke his styukle is comedy. nothing good ibcould thinnk about thiz movie. and jay roach is one of the wortstd ircyteo today!
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 01:25:00 (EST)
My two cents are: It's us or them. World War III. We've got to nuke the Hindu Kush. Kill them before the kill us. I've live a good life and I'm ready to roll. Let's roll.
Chinks of Memory are Virtuous
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 01:21:08 (EST)
My two cents are: How can good debaters like Ann Coulter engage Osama in serious debate if Condaleeza Rice won't let us see Osama's tapes? I mean, we got to see Khruschev pound on the desk with his shoe, didn't we? We get all the Fidel Castro we want, and we were allowed to read Mao's book. Nobody ever forbade us to watch newsreels of Charles DeGaulle at his worst. Within living memory, Bill Cliton was allowed to come into our living rooms and wag his finger at us. What is the deal with Osama bin Laden? How is Coulter going to point out the flaws in his reasoning if she doesn't get to hear it? If all she gets is the watered-down version spouted through the New York Times op-ed page? I'm not sure this living under the functional equivalent of Christian dictatorship is all it was cracked up to be when its necessity was endorsed by 92% of poll respondants.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 01:18:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Good to hear from you, Jerry! What is your take on the Frodo movie? I've heard it's great, but tough and mean, out on the edge of hard choices. What say, dude? I've heard that the real star is Aragorn Son of Arathorn, which I like, because he was my favorite in the book, even over Treebeard. I never went for most of that Hobbit crap, myself.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 01:10:16 (EST)
My two cents are: I don't understand myself why Ann Coulter spends so much time shadow-boxing with the New York Times. It seems they sometimes print opinions she disagrees with, but hell, so must every other rag. The waiting in lines to get on airplanes fixation is also a little weird. She pretty much misses the point, which if there is one is that you aren't trying to find bombs, you're trying to not find bombs. The cop-on-the-corner effect. Why does it take some people so long to realize that the price of mouthing off to cops is losing your silver bullet? The strangest thing is that she imagines herself to be in a debate with Osama bin Laden. Oh, yeah, Osama? Well OUR youth are out there sleeping in their boots and dropping daisy-cutters, take that you swarthy bearded guy who probably smells worse than Taliban John! Well, maybe that's not so strange. Maybe the tongue-tied technical troglodytes of America need someone like Ann to express their feelings about Osama. Maybe she's not arguing with Osama at all, but is just bucking up the troops on the home front. Troops whose morale has taken serious hits by the theft of their silver bullet charms and having to take their shoes off, only to put them back on again. Ann Coulter is certainly an odd duck, all right. But what the hell? Go Ann go!
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 01:07:11 (EST)
My two cents are: COMPANY MAN: bad compmay! - this isn't a great wody allen flick. this is hte second one of this flicks that i'vz seen but it wasn't that funny. thouygh woodyt did haze the best line sin th ehwooellfl;ick. some funy patsrs but npt enough to keep all foo my attention. if you like woody get it!...peace !
Jerry
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 01:03:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Artificial Insemination? That's a favorite class at Colorado.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 00:54:38 (EST)
My two cents are: It is a Barnes and Noble. They had Juliette for about $24.00. I read into it for about an hour, parts of it. When was the last time you read it? It didn't seem much out of the ordinary. Certainly a lot of sodomy in it, which is fine, and too much shit-eating for my taste, but ...??? Were you in high school when you read it? The people in it certainly weren't motivated by the Golden Rule. But then, neither is Dick Cheney. I don't think I could read in it for much longer than an hour. Maybe it's like reading a book like the Bible, any boring axe-grinding book. Just keep it on the night-stand and give it fifteen or twenty minutes just after you wake up. "On the Road" has changed a lot more lives than that book, if you ask me.
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- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 00:51:49 (EST)
My two cents are: That's A.I.'s good offices.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 00:22:09 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey! The chick had her favorite bullet brooch conficated by the leftist security corps. She has a right to be pissed. i predict she will soon run afoul with aiport security law and/or The Patriot Act, and be thrown in the slam. She will wage a convenient hunger strike and become a cause celebre for Amnesty International. AI's good offices will be rejected sneeringly by her because of her anti-girly men stance. This babe may seem like she's about to fall of the edge, but you virtuouless girly lieberals don't understand true outrage. Geesh!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 00:21:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Spare me.
Justine
- Thursday, December 27, 2001 at 00:17:37 (EST)
My two cents are: You've got to admit, she's a bulldog. Once she gets her teeth in an issue she is not easily distracted. It looks like bitching about airport inconveniences is her Monicagate for the new millenium. Go Ann go!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 23:00:12 (EST)
My two cents are: How does she figure that liberals are running the shoe searches? What does it have to do with liberals? I tell you, this chick is weird. The only common denominator I can find to all those preceding attacks she lists is that after each one of them nobody started checking people's shoes before they got on airplanes. What is her point? Why does the New York Times always seem to bear a big part of the blame? Glint? Anyone?
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 22:58:11 (EST)
My two cents are: This DeSade sounds like powerful stuff. Going to change life forever, eh? Like LSD? My my. I've leafed through once or twice, and it looked pretty turgid and boring. I hope you're right on this. Twelve-fifteen bones I could buy a set of Craftsman screwdrivers.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 22:48:20 (EST)
My two cents are: well, lets see, the pretending not to know, that would fit with de sade, and being too stoned to notice also.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 22:37:15 (EST)
My two cents are: We'll pay them reparations later -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- � 2001 Universal Press Syndicate In response to the attempted bombing last week of an American Airlines jet by Tariq Raja � aka Abdel Rahim, aka Richard "Saltonstall" Reid IV, aka "Biff" � the airlines sprang to action with random passenger shoe checks. According to the New York Times, there is no discernible pattern in the airlines' choice of fliers targeted for aggressive footwear examination. At the Atlanta airport, for example, the passengers whose shoes were searched "included a flight attendant, an elderly black man, a white man wearing a cowboy hat and boots, and an Asian woman with two small children." New York Times columnist Thomas Friedman responded to this latest attack by summarily announcing that our only choices are to "become less open as a society" or simply "to live with much higher levels of risk." I think I have another solution. It's something I like to call "ethnic profiling." My logic is this: There is a common thread hidden within 20 years of relentless attacks on America by Muslim extremists: In every one of these attacks by Muslim extremists, there appears to be one or more Muslim extremists involved. This ought to help the airlines engage in more accurate risk assessment. Tariq "Biff" Raja attended the same mosque as Zacarias Moussaoui, the suspected 20th hijacker in the Sept. 11 attack. (The New York Times has yet to report Tariq's connection to the mosque, though the paper will surely print that fact before any of the media will ever breathe a word about the story reported in the San Francisco Examiner that American jihadist John Walker's father left Mrs. Walker for another man.) The men who used passenger jets to attack America on Sept. 11 were Muslim extremists. Last year, our warship, the USS Cole, was attacked by Muslim extremists. In 1998, U.S. embassies in Kenya and Tanzania were bombed by Muslim extremists, killing 212 people and wounding thousands. In 1996, Muslim extremists exploded a truck bomb outside an Air Force housing complex in Saudi Arabia, killing 19 and injuring hundreds more. In 1995, five Americans were killed in a car bomb explosion executed by Muslim extremists. In 1993, the World Trade Center was bombed by Muslim extremists, killing six and injuring thousands. Also in 1993, Muslim extremists plotted to assassinate then U.S. President George Bush. (Intriguingly, the word "assassin" comes from a Muslim sect active in the 11th to 13th centuries known as "the Assassins" for their religious practice of murdering infidels.) In 1988, another passenger jet, Pan Am Flight 103, was bombed by Muslim extremists, killing 270 people. In 1986, Muslim extremists bombed a West Berlin discotheque frequented by U.S. servicemen. In 1985, Muslim extremists seized an Italian cruise ship, the Achille Lauro, and murdered Leon Klinghoffer, a 69-year-old, wheelchair-bound American. In 1983, Muslim extremists blew up U.S. Marine barracks in Beirut, killing 241 American servicemen. In 1982, Muslim extremists bombed the U.S. Embassy in Beirut, killing 49 people, including 17 Americans. In 1979, Muslim extremists stormed the U.S. Embassy in Iran and held American Embassy staff hostage for 444 days. So, naturally, it took the airlines completely by surprise last week when the passenger who tried to detonate a sneaker bomb on a passenger jet turned out to be a Muslim extremist. Doggedly imitating an Alzheimer's joke, the airlines instantly began ever more intrusive examinations of elderly black men, cowboys and Asian women with small children. Meanwhile, al-Qaida just keeps on coming. The chairman of the London mosque attended by Moussaoui and Raja told the British Broadcasting Corp. he believes there are hundreds more Islamic extremists in Britain lying in wait for their chance to become suicide bombers. He expressed incredulity at the idea that Rahim could have planned the sneaker bomb plot on his own. Yet the Times' Friedman, in a commonplace formulation, sniffs that ethnic profiling is not "civilized" and then gratuitously attacks "religious fundamentalists of any stripe." I don't know. Amish extremists have been rather quiescent lately. If all this carnage and murder had been executed by anti-abortion extremists rather than Muslim extremists, it is unlikely that Friedman would be pussyfooting around the issue by referring to the culprits as "political extremists of any stripe." The refusal to make a connection between Muslim extremists and unending violence by Muslim extremists borders on psychopathological disturbance. Usually the nonsense liberals spout is kind of cute, but in wartime their instinctive idiocy is life-threatening. In 1996, Osama bin Laden mocked the United States, saying: "Your problem will be how to convince your troops to fight, while our problem will be how to restrain our youths to wait for their turn in fighting." Our "youths" have taken Kabul, dropped daisy-cutters on Osama's cave, and are now sleeping in their boots in the middle of an Afghan winter while dreaming of Iraq. But on another front � the commercial aircraft war-zone opened by al-Qaida � bin Laden is right: We refuse to fight. Bedraggled, smelly men who make Talibanist John Walker look like Beaver Cleaver are getting on airplanes with C4 explosive material, and we commend ourselves for being so "civilized."
Worldnut Daily carries the loon on Wednesdays, she must have gotten out of bed late and missed her cab downtown
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 22:35:17 (EST)
My two cents are: you remeber coming down the day after your first acid trip, how nothing was the same anymore? not better or worse, just that you were different now? reading de sade will do that to you as well.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 22:34:58 (EST)
My two cents are: not bad, can you actually find the texts online?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 22:33:31 (EST)
My two cents are: Most popular matches for de sade : Justine, Philosophy in the Bedroom and Other Writings -- by Marquis De Sade, et al; Paperback Our Price: $12.56 -- Or buy used from $10.00 The 120 Days of Sodom and Other Writings -- by Marquis Sade, et al; Paperback Our Price: $12.56 -- Or buy used from $10.56 Juliette -- by Marquis Desade, et al; Paperback Our Price: $15.36 -- Or buy used from $12.00
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 22:13:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Already ground back the space-age covering with the angle grinder. Still got to do more planing. Ants are vicious little critters. Fire ants maybe more than some. Some ants do nothing but attack, but it's more in the line of eating than bellicosity. Some say that with tools, the ape got ahead of its agressive tendencies. It became suddenly too easy to kill someone if you did it with a club or knife. Harder for one animal to kill another of the same species. It sort of makes sense. It was in 2001, a Space Odessy, where the monolith teaches the ape how to hit the other ape with the jawbone, spurring a furious self-influenced evolution. The more you kill the better off you do. Not sure I buy as much of it as Kubrick did. Albert Loudes took us up to this park bench on the butte where he and his buddy had acted out DeSade with the Ojai girl, but I pretended not to understand what he wanted. Rosemary was probably too stoned to notice. Is there a part that would work well that way?
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 22:11:10 (EST)
My two cents are: do they attack or defend? bellicosity may be a matter of perspective. However, I think not for the rhinoceros.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 21:59:55 (EST)
My two cents are: i've seen some excerpts, but yeah, stop in and as for a copy of de Sade.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 21:58:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Ever been attacked by fire ants?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 21:56:29 (EST)
My two cents are: every door i ever hung i ended up whacking off that misfitting 16th of an inch with the buck 110. just do it man.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 21:56:23 (EST)
My two cents are: The manatee. It just seems to loaf around under water, munching on greens. Where is the bellicosity in a manatee? Or the sloth? What about the porcupine? I'm not buying total bellicosity in the animal world. The giraffe comes to mind.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 21:08:58 (EST)
My two cents are: The ant-eater is not bellicose. Unless you're an ant, I suppose. But that would be about the same as being bellicose towards broccoli, as far as the ant-eater is concerned. The cow is not bellicose. But maybe the bull makes up for that. How about the gopher? Is the gopher bellicose? The wallaby? I think that needs a little more work. Although the gnat, for sure, is bellicose, come to think of it, drinks blood and all, or at least bites. Some of them, anyway.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 21:04:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Warfare persists because man is human, evolved from an animal, and all animals are bellicose.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:54:43 (EST)
My two cents are: You know, since I put insulation strips on the hinge side of the French doors they don't close so smooth. Have to use the angle grinder to trim them, too. It's not that they're steel, but both sides are covered with some sort of space-age material that the plane won't cut. Suppose I could fix it by jiggering the hinge mortises, but what a pain.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:53:55 (EST)
My two cents are: I'm going to go down to the bookstore tonight and look. It's not Barnes and Noble, it's the other one, the other big chain, about four or five blocks away next to Virgin Super Store and Nordstrom's and Victoria's Secret and all those. I'll get a rice bowl at the Chinee Express next door, General Pao's chicken maybe, and some flied lice. Or a Philly cheese steak at the grill. Maybe stroll all the way down to the other end, to Sears. Pliers and screwdriver sets are 50% off at Sears today.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:45:57 (EST)
My two cents are: That's Fr. 350 balles.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:42:17 (EST)
My two cents are: Do you have to read the whole book? Isn't there a version with just the good parts? Why should the texts be rare, anyway? I thought this was mainstream stuff. Maybe I will have to go to France instead of Brazil, for surely someone there has an edition out. Solve the problem with the dissolving bank-notes, too. I could get a deluxe edition with $350 balles.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:41:51 (EST)
My two cents are: I hope De Sade got in more adult games than MK did. Seems he never got any curly action unless he went to the Outback Steakhouse first and ordered what he wanted, and not what the Surgeon General told him to get.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:38:36 (EST)
My two cents are: role of paper towels. feel a tad like a laughing stalk.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:38:14 (EST)
My two cents are: not like you're going to find it at barnes and noble though. And Juliette is an extremely rare text. I feel quitefortunate to have read it. Marilyn Chambers did an r version of justine. book better.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:36:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Kid across the street joined the Navy. Thin blue line. Tall smooth-looking black kid, with the same name as me. Looks good in the bell-bottoms, pea-jacket, even the funny hat. Looks as if he got it all tailored. Home for Christmas. Funny deal, because both his parents are white as the driven snow, and as ugly as anything you'd find in Nebraska. His dad introduced him as his step-son, so the old lady must have been with the darker side of the family at one time. She is damned ugly, not that there's anything wrong with that, just the facts. I thought the Navy had discontinued the bell-bottoms and the meringe-pie hat, but this kid is wearing the whole costume. Maybe it's an option, and you can wear modern stuff if you want, but he opted for the traditional swabbie look. Maybe they'll put him on row-boat watch on one of our battleships in Yemen, and he can save a battleship full of seamen by yelling at the right Arab. Of course, that was all Clinton's fault, and will never happen again.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:36:36 (EST)
My two cents are: its worth the read, probably need a role of bounty paper towels though. Fot the novice, you want to start with Justine, then Juliette. Philosophy in the Boudoir dosen't really add much. But you need to read Justine first so as to understand Juliette in context. Interestingly, de Sade seems to share much the same ideaology as our own MK. The quiet self-satisfied inner glee with which MK dispatched puss puss to the hereafter is something not foreign to de Sade.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:30:33 (EST)
My two cents are: yeah, the bankers dog. new years eve they're going to fill a jar with urine together and pour it over the neighbors fence. Did the leyland cypress freeze yet?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:25:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Never read any Sade myself. Maybe will look for it. An evil man, by accounts. Nowadays, probably the closest we have to an evil man or Evil One is John Ashcroft, although he may just be clueless, not evil, just mislead by his moronic religion and a childhood that crossed his wires. All this talk about the airplanes flown into the buildings making this country stronger and better and bringing out the best in us, but in some ways it made us yet weaker and brought out the worst in us. There is a disagreeable element of panic in the response, a jelly-spined willingness to suspend our better natures or the better expressions of our nature and proceed on a basis of revenge and chickenshit fear. Nobody even knows how many or who they rounded up and stuck in jail, or what little jack-booted pricks did what to them there, apparently none of them guilty of anything more than overstaying a visa. All these Ashcroftian lizards talking about Abraham Lincoln suspended habeas corpus, not remembering or probably ever having learned why, that federal troops marching through Maryland to garrison DC were being attacked and killed by seccessionist low-lifes, it wasn't a question of hiring people who couldn't get a job flipping burgers to keep the riff-raff off the airplanes, out of nothing more than stockholder greed. Sure Glint has a friend. He has fellow-travellers, too. Maybe a tenth to a fifth of the television audience, they are under rugs and behind home-entertainment centers from Maine to Mexico, growing themselves into ever-bigger silverfish, taking care of one another's dogs, copping feels in the crotches of one another's wives, thinking one another's mean-spirited thoughts. Thank God that their president* and nominal leader is liberal, and that they will not prevail, that the country will ultimately orient itself toward the light.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 20:23:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Glint has " a friend"????
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 19:23:17 (EST)
My two cents are: As far as de Sade goes, "Juliette" was my favorite book, better than the sister "Justine" Pilosophe in la Boudoir not as good as either I think. All in all, books you can only read with one hand. But the part I remeber best is when Juliette saves Justine, this is in Juliette. Somewhere in there Juliette says something like "When one finds oneself enmeshed in sin and vice, the most dangerous path to take is a hasty retreat to virtue" something like that.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 19:21:55 (EST)
My two cents are: "World magazine, which is edited by one-time Bush adviser Marvin Olasky, named Bush's attorney general, John D. Ashcroft, its "Daniel of the Year." Ashcroft himself considered running for president in 2000 as the candidate of the religious right. "Just as the biblical Daniel faced an established idol-worshiping religion in Babylon, so our Dans must not back down in the face of deadly persecution abroad or the scorn and harassment that comes domestically from the academic and media high priests of our established religion, secular liberalism," Olasky wrote."> http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A19253-2001Dec23.html
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 18:53:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Bank of America wouldn't take the francs. Even though the guy on the help phone in the lobby said any branch would take francs across the counter if I didn't have an account. Said they were buying for 0.1264, which would make is what, about forty-five bucks. They would have done OK, but the rubes at the bank were mystified by the whole idea. Bought the stuff at St. Vincent De Paul on the theory that I would soon be flush from the international monetary transaction. Probably have to drop by the airport to get change, or go to the city. Probably get a better rate out of a cambio machine than out of Bank of America, anyway. Still got about two months until the Euro swallows up all the EEC currencies. They'll be back, though. The Euro is going to founder in six months. Even a haole could predict that.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 17:44:00 (EST)
My two cents are: Damn fine lunch. Couple of carne asada tacos from Tapatio Bros. Great store, except nobody speaks English. They have ostiones on the menu-- bet it's seviche. Good food. Over at Jihad Liquors, a black guy came in and told Tommy he wanted to deal, wanted to go 50-50 on some CD's he'd picked up. Tommy said he didn't want any part of it, but he may have been leery with me there. St. Vincent De Paul was full of shoppers, same as the malls probably are. I was considering buying a rocking chair, went to check the books, and somebody else grabbed it. Got two books, a big basket, and a cheese dish, one of those wood plates with a heavy glass cover to keep cheese in. What the hell, if it doesn't look right in the decor I just donate it back for the tax break, come out ahead on the deal. They give you a receipt and you write in whatever value you want for the donated item. St. Vincent de Paul is sort of a perpetual-motion machine for somebody with a solid marginal tax bite. Sort of a Cook Islands for the less-than-rich.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 17:30:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Coulter is stumbling around on one spike heel. Anyway, her screed comes out on Thursday, as noted in the following announcement from her new home: " Best of 2001 Special Holiday Edition The site will not be updated until January 3, 2002 (except for Ann Coulter�s column, which will appear, as usual, on Thursday, December 27) Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to All Our Readers. May God Bless and Keep Our Republic. "
Get used to it, liberals.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 17:16:35 (EST)
My two cents are: Downstairs in the Bates' coal chute.
Yo Momma
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 17:00:16 (EST)
My two cents are: It's Wednesday. Where the hell is Coulter?
Norman 27
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 14:54:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Rue Custine is right up there by the flea market, the big one at Cligancourt. That's the place where I first understood something a Frog said, was pretty proud of it. A button came off my pea-jacket as I was strolling amongst the stalls, and a woman yelled "there is a button which as fallen to earth!" So I picked it up non-chalant, as if I had the lingo down cold, and thanked her. The flea markets were good, because you could buy a bag of peanuts, about a pound of them, for a single franc. There was one near my place every Wednesday, so I had a pound of peanuts for dinner on Wednesday nights.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 13:43:51 (EST)
My two cents are: We had it set up with Angel's boy-friend, Luigi, at first. The abortion that is. Didn't know what else to do. I had three hundred dollars, and he knew a nurse. Right at the last minute Richard brought over a guy, a friend of Andrea's who knew this doctor in Algeria, or maybe it was Morocco, right across from Gibralter. The round-trip train ticket, chair car, cost about $200 and the operation was supposed to cost about $100. When she got there they asked for her papers and saw she had $100 and took it. Did the vile deed and she got right back on the train and came back, sitting up, without a dime. Some romantical frog treated her in the dining car. Next day after she got back we went to a dance at Marbeuf, and everybody knew she'd just had an abortion, although they didn't say anything. I could tell, because Angel had a big mouth. Amazing what people will do without thinking much about it, seemingly forced by events. But like Glimpse, I've made all the right choices. That kid would have had a hard life. But come to think of it, she had had this other operation, and the Morrocan doctor told her she couldn't have children, said the guy was a butcher. He told her she had a nice "poil", or pelt. She did, too.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 13:36:58 (EST)
My two cents are: This here is a perfect Utrillo: http://www.hermitagemuseum.org/fcgi-bin/db2www/quickSearch.mac/gallery?selLang=English&tmCond=Utrillo+Maurice. It's in the Hemitage, and I don't think there's a print available. What's good about it is it's a classic Paris street, on the back of the butte, and Albert Loudes' aunt used to live there, and Albert did too, at I think no. 18, rue Custine. Stayed there part of Easter week once. Albert had some keif, and we smoked it up mixed with Gauloise shreddings and packed back into the Gauloise the way they did, and he built an alter in the corner involving lots of candles and I feared the place would burn down. Had a friend named Rosemary, and Albert kept suggesting that we go up to the butte and read sections from the Marquis de Sade, the way he and this other guy had done with his girlfriend. She was a babe, a girl whose father was the Chief of Police of Ojai and was doing some sort of hands-across-the-sea cop training deal in Paris that year. His girl, not Rosemary. She had a Greek mother and Brit father, the old man owned a textile mill in New York. She made us omelettes, skimming the embryos out of the eggs first, while Albert was making the alter. Later at night we went up to Sacre-Coeur on the butte to see the Easter mass. There were huge crowds, and Rosemary was fascinated by the mass, stoned, and I couldn't almost drag her away from there. Whenever there's a huge crowd in that town these Irma La Douce black mariahs full of cops bulldoze into the crowds, and about fifteen of these wimpy-looking flics get out and form two lines and walk around in the crowd trying to look tough. Albert's girl went to London with her folks that Easter, why she wasn't there, and came back and told us how she sat next to Arnold Toynbee at a dinner party. She was a real air-head, and couldn't stop talking, but she had a world-class body. Toynbee was probably appalled and charmed at the same time. That was after Rosemary went down to Algeria on the rapido and got an abortion, and we were getting along pretty good. Confess I would have traded for Albert's girlfriend, maybe even at the cost of doing the de Sade thing he wanted to do. At any rate, the rue Custine is a good outlying street. The real thing.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 13:27:30 (EST)
My two cents are: To go with the Delacroix, I want a Utrillo, some sort of delicate Paris street scene. Haven't been able to find a good one, though. I think Utrillo is the guy I'm thinking of. Thought it was Pissaro, but checking at AllPosters I see he wasn't developed as much as the painter I'm thinking of.
Art
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 13:06:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Here's an Ingres. http://www.louvre.fr/anglais/collec/peint/rf1934/peint_f.htm. What a worthless piece of neo-classical shit. Ingres couldn't carry Delacroix's easel. Next time you visit the Louvre, head straight for the Delacroix. That painting is about as big as a barn door. All the Nebraskan tourists will be crowded shoulder to shoulder trying to see the Mona Lisa, behind about three inches of yellow bullet-proof glass because some nut attacked it with a claw-hammer once. Next month would be a good time, very few tourists. I think I'll go to Brazil instead, though.
Art
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 13:02:02 (EST)
My two cents are: The key to the picture is that the dead soldier on the right has a shoe on his left foot but no sock on his right foot, while the dead guy on the left has a bare left foot and a sock on his right foot. Liberty herself is stomping along on bare feet. Was this guy Delacroix a foot-fetishist, like Bunuel? Hard to believe that the frogs would put a pervert on their bank-note, but then Exup�ry was a fascist, wasn't he?
Art <These coals are plenty hot. It's the old virtual surfing trick.>
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:54:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:50:28 (EST)
My two cents are: I guess realism is not the important term. As regards the shifting of the pendulum, I'd guess that the picture should be called "romanticism", the flip side of "classicism." There was another painter around that time, Ingres, who if memory serves was more to the classic lobe of the pendulum. I'll check around.
Art
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:49:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Here's the whole thing: http://sunsite.dk/cgfa/delacroi/p-delacroix5.htm. What a picture, hey? Think color. If we could do that kind of shit, Osama would have thought twice before jacking those airplanes. The fop looks like he's carrying some sort of blunderbuss like the Puritans would shoot turkeys with. And I had forgotted the splib with the cutlass.
Art <The old URL-posting ploy again.>
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:44:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Flush.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:39:52 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.allposters.com/galleryc.asp?aid=731567&parentaid=0&search=delacroix shows the detail that is on the 100, except on the note it's cut off about at the kid's waist.
Art Jones <This is a trick Glint taught me. The URL-posting trick.>
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:38:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Divide by six for realism. People tend to think of Delacroix as realistic, and in form the pictures are, but it's not particularly realistic to have Liberty carrying a bayonetted musket in one hand and a tro-color in the other, with her robe falling down below her tits, with a fop on her right and a newsboy pistoleero on her left, charging over a pile of barricade rubble. Also, if you squint your eyes and just look at the colors in a Delacroix painting, you can see Mondrian.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:35:02 (EST)
My two cents are: Got 350 French francs here. Been waiting for the market to improve, and now got to turn it in before they switch to the Euro. In two months it's worth nothing. Beautiful money. The 50 has St. Exup�ry on it, his mug on one side and his airplane on the other with the Little Prince down by the blank area where you look through to see the watermark picture. The 100 has Eug�ne Delacroix, holding a quill in front of some windows on one side and next to a cut from "Liberty Leading the People" on the other side, just her and the kid with the two pistols to her left. Next to Delacroix on the window side and below the blank is an avertissement explaining the law against the "falsification of billets", for which the "pains" can go up to 30 years of "criminal reclusion" and three million francs of amend. Although the franc has dropped considerably above five to the dollar, it is probably still fair on the average to divide by five, so the fine can be $600 large. It's sort of a Bateson moment, because just the other day I was looking out on the web for a print of "Liberty Leading the People" to hang on the wall, and maybe a Pisarro if I could find a good one. Suppose I could blow up the cut from the 100-franc billet, but I want the fop with the rifle or espontoon or whatever weapon he has, on her right. It's neat, with the fop on one side and the street kid with the tri-corne and the pistols on her left. Think I'll wait until tomorrow to go to the mountains, don't look forward to going up there and digging firewood out of the snow with this cold. Use today to take the francs down to the credit union and see if they'll deposit them in my account. Figure 350 francs but divide by not much above four for realism, it's somewhere around 60 bucks. Could spank the brown coat on the stucco as well, but no rush.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:29:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Lived in a place once that was home to the dread tumbo fly. Adults laid eggs in the seams of clothing, and the larvae would crawl under your skin and mature there, eating you. We ironed our underpants.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:09:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Give a man whiskey, give a man cards, give him an inch he'll take a yard. Don't go down to Fannin Street.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 12:06:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Uh-oh, I see Tird-Boy is stinking the lpace up.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 11:38:27 (EST)
My two cents are: If you are fortunate enough to live in an area where they are plentiful, catch a fistful, dry them, and smoke them. Better than the Orinoco zap-frog.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 10:58:21 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the dude may have scored some blotter chits. Was going to hike over but the folks have offered to drop me off for the morning buzz on their way to haul granny home. It's about 7 degrees ourside this morning.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 10:41:31 (EST)
My two cents are: Glint, Glad to have you come over to my place around 8:30 am to 9 am. Morning walks is good. If you wish to come right at 8:30 am.....we'll have our awakenings (rip the sky open with coffee and some Xmas greens). Best to start as soon as you get here...Given time, adaption should be like a scheduled space flight. Proper landing should be given thought.
Glint's friend <Glint>
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 10:39:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Silverfish are very primitive insects, generalists like the rat. They are closely-related to the mayflies, and in fact look like landbound mayfly larvae of the genus Baetis, but they are ametabolous, and do not transform into anything but bigger silverfish. They never fly. They are in fact wingless, doomed to scuttle, nothing more. The ones I have seen appear scaled, like fishes, but with soft scales that seem almost like fur rather than scales, that seem to have a grayish or silvery sheen. Contrary to folklore, they do not nest in the ears of living mammals, although they were well-known visitors to the guests of honor at Irish wakes, which may be where the superstition started. They eat detritus and the glue backing of books, and were probably never widespread before Gutenberg. They are a favorite prey of the meat bee.
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- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 09:59:02 (EST)
My two cents are: For crabs, your best bet is RID. Comes with a very fine comb. A very, very fine comb, for the nits. But you can throw the comb away, the RID itself is what kills. It kills the adults, and the nits are still there, but wait a week and hit the infestation again with the RID, as per the instructions. If you have a dryer, run the clothes through, or take them to the laundromat and do it there. No more crabs. Some say gasoline works, too, but RID is easier on the DNA.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 09:45:54 (EST)
My two cents are: "Most chunks of life are remnants of the virtuous." Let's see. Listen up, boys and girls. Now, the clock's a-tickin'--here's the question: while moonlight floods my garden, of which intoxicant was the above-mentioned loony 'most chunks' phrase a product?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 04:52:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Not just obsessed with feces, but can't even spell.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 04:48:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Most chunks of life are remnants of the virtuous. Something you tirds would know nothing about.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 03:14:19 (EST)
My two cents are: It's funny, i guess, how you forget chunks of your life. Anyway, after a few of the rides to glen burnie in the crabmobile it got old and we split. I was maybe 19, she about 25. Not a great split-up as i recall, but not overly hostile. Anyway, a week later, I'm at the laundromat with the kwell shampoo and I dont hold it against her or anything, sort of the price of doing business i figure. Then out of the blue, six months later, no interim contact, I get this scraming angry phone call from her "where the hell are you you sorry sob you're supposed to be my date for this wedding in a 1/2 hour". And I'm all dazed and hungover and shit because its some sunday morning and end up trying I guess to find this holiday in somhere that may well have been jessup. All because I got crabs once from this pole chick from Baltimore. Figure.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 01:45:31 (EST)
My two cents are: In fact, last time we were in DC it was all I could do to keep ms y from dragging a couple of them back to the room from the airport lounge at the BWI Hilton.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 01:28:10 (EST)
My two cents are: There's nothing in this world like a Baltimore whore Glint.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 01:25:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Yeah, it was in fucking jessup. anyway, so rab girl had this sport granada with a keather steering wheel and a moderately hot 302 and we'd drive from montgomery mall to her apartment in glen burnie. She was a baltimore pole, you know, maybe had some baker kin in philly. Anyway, nasty as she was, a blow job first thing in the morning after pounding all night was her idea of oral hygiene. Used to cook me this egg thing in a bowl later, like french onion soup with a piece of toast floating in it but not quite.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 01:23:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Oops, I meant Md. 175 and U.S. #1. Hey, Ydog, you give new meaning to the slogan "Maryland is for Crabs" yuck! yuck! And I do mean, Ee-yuck!
Glint
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 01:16:44 (EST)
My two cents are: Is that the Holiday Inn just off I-95 at the intersection of Md. 108 and U.S. #1 in Jessup? Went to a bachelor party there onc back in the '80s. Strippers and poweder everywhere. Also went to a Barmitzva party there last year, having settled down.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 01:13:29 (EST)
My two cents are: I mean, crabs arent so bad, just a little ddt in the laundry and a quick bath in the kwell shampoo. Nothing says "sorry about the crabs" like flowers.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 01:04:50 (EST)
My two cents are: So, not only does the chick from glen burnie give me crabs, but six months after we split (which was right after the crab incident) she calls me up and says "where the hell are you? expecting me to be her date at some friend of hers wedding i could not in a million years remember or care about. But browbeaten by this infested woman I try and find some bassackward greek monk orthodox church in ellicot city md which I never do but do manage to get to the reception which is at a holiday inn off i95 somewhere. Crabs again.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 01:02:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Sheeit, you beg for it. wonking the banker's dog. Sad, really.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:54:22 (EST)
My two cents are: lighten up glint. lighten up!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:52:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Speaking of BLT, I wonder how the Dachshund is doing. He is being taken care of by the banker and the president of the town tree committee. Been invited by a friend to come catch a buzz in his parent's basement tomorrow. Sort of like old times some 30 years back. It just doesn't get any better than that. (Unfortunately!)
Glint
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:51:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Go easy on the salt with those ensenadas there Hum, the silverfish is related to the maryland crab, a tempestuous beast that leaps off the vaginas of glen burnie women and onto the pubes of young boys from potomac.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:51:13 (EST)
My two cents are: No more nightmares any longer. Not since BLT anyway.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:47:27 (EST)
My two cents are: And hello to you, fische 11 of 22. Glint, I'd say it was past your bedtime but I understand you're visiting the gateway to the west or whatever they call that place. Omaha. Spent one night there in, oh, 1968. Had a fine steak for cheap. Or maybe that was in St. Louis. I can't remember much about Omaha except there were a few hills. I know Lincoln like the tops of my feet. Flat place. Wide streets. Best potato(e) enchilada I ever had. Sure, it was the only one, but I can't imagine it could be improved on. Anyway, I've got to monitor the Gamecube situation. There seems to be a war between brothers going on. Probably cook up a silverfish enchilada, then hit the hay. Recipe was sent to me by a friend in Des Moines.
Ho-hum
SF, - Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:45:40 (EST)
My two cents are: we all have our nightmares glint, really.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:43:53 (EST)
My two cents are: about the same hum, hello.
fische 11 of 22
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:36:58 (EST)
My two cents are: The silver fish are nothing. It's the brown recluses you've really got to watch out for.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:35:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Looks pretty clear around here. No B'hommad. No Eisentower. No Weasel. Maybe I'll come up for air. It's been tough down here with the silver fish. What day is it?
Ho-hum
SF, - Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:27:48 (EST)
My two cents are: The falcon is nothing but a myth. Much like the silverfische the lower castes believe are eating them alive like succubi in their sleep. Gnawing silently on their central nervous systems with their microscopic little teeth and pinchy feelers. Gnawing in the night until one day the mattress explodes into a writhing teeming mass of gnawing gnashing silverfischies and the raw-boned kid just fucking disappears. Like he never left home. Like he never went to JHU or the Ale House. Like he was never "Deaned". Like he never learned to live outside the bubble.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:24:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Brautigan ate silverfish. Cooked them up in a little rice dish he called minnows supreme and made with a piece of whore-stocking wrapped up society-ilked like a bouquet de garni and tossed into a pan of boiling falcon giblets. You have obviously never been poor. A bowl of rice and silverfish.....
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 26, 2001 at 00:13:44 (EST)
My two cents are: fuck man, they are all shiny and slick looking like minnows and them little legs and wiggling in an out of the mattress ticking like the whole stinking thing is full of them (which it is) and it's just too grossed out to even admit to. So you have to lay down there in in the great midwestern mattress of silverfish and sleep with them crawling on you and telling yourself its not happening. Acid could be worse, much worse, but not fucking often. Never trip in a bed full of silverfish. never.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 23:48:22 (EST)
My two cents are: We tell ourselves that mom and dad are too old to see them and don't really get down into the basement that much. Truth is, the walls are crawling with the fuckers, probably a six to eight-inch queen laid up in there somewhere behind the 30 odd-years of wallpaper spawning like a virgin jewess on the banks of the nile and cuddling her progeny around the warm little kitchen I call home. Silverfish, Sheeit, you'd think you guys had better things to do.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 23:37:10 (EST)
My two cents are: So you just kind of ignore the silverfish right? Nobody says anything.
Dean
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 23:21:15 (EST)
My two cents are: Sheeit, guy couldn't cut Borg if his life depended on ot, at, ut, yt, et, it,. See waht I mean? Clown should plant some cypress. Ho Ho Ho.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 21:16:00 (EST)
My two cents are: The problem with the french doors was that they were french. Irrefutably french. Sure, someone could have claimed they had a slight mediterranean lilt, or maybe even a gothic "can you chase these panties off me" kind of flair. But that wasn't the point. It was the silverfish crawling into the kid's ears. Like Grunion spawning in the sperm of pacific foam. Like soap. Yes. Like soap.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 21:11:09 (EST)
My two cents are: How's the stilton meat? No stilton here. maybe some smoked turkey in about an hour. Had stilton, somewhere behind us. Nothing but saltines and a half-pound of allegedly alder-smoked salmon now. That and some fucking chocolate.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 21:04:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Oh, tut-tut. Tut-tut.
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 20:54:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Nah, Glint was ok, maybe. Sure he was blinded by the light. But he could have been Borg 23. The urine jar was disturbing though, and maybe the breaking point; not "quite Bethesda" as one might say. He became quite ugly after that.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 20:41:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, there, real guy. Merry Christmas. Sorry I missed you the other day--crazy busy. Best to you and yours.
Mr. and Mrs. Z
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 20:37:09 (EST)
My two cents are: Gee. As far as I know, neither Eleanor nor Earle D. ever told duckbill for Christmas to go ream himself/herself for the betterhood of all mankind. Whew.
bet they thought about it though
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 20:35:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Glint's still trying to figure out how to carve a turnip into a christmas ornament that looks like the venus of willendorf for his mom, save the miniscule etchings of the silverfish. Sort of like MK defending the great american sidewalk with a pea-shooter and cap-gun. Neither one of the fucks ever understood a woman. Now Hum and the Bitterman, those were real guys.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 20:34:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Oh, really? Maybe you'd like to take a swing by the lower Ucayali for a healthy dose of non=light-pollution, which might give insight into the wisdom of oil-and-nuke-non-pollution. Christmas present.
Eleanor Not of Aquitaine
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 19:40:00 (EST)
My two cents are: Hello, Gnat. Snow on the ground here. Eleanor, I'm trying to move beyond the carnage and destruction. Stepping over the bodies of the co-workers who preceded me in this job in order to jump start the capitalist engine to get this country's economy back onto its feet so that your mutual funds can start the swing back up toward the black zone. Nothing but good will oozing from my soiled hands, which by the way have spliced a cable or two in their younger days.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 19:35:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Merry Christmas, E. Ever stop to think that putrid, acrid smell might be from your own foul darkness?
duckbill
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 19:22:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Merry Christmas Fgate.
gnat
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 16:55:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Merry Christmas to you, E. At least this page seems to have been purged of men of bad will...except for the rare droppings. Osama bin Twat-Boy is curled up in a fetal position, doinking away in his putrid cave.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 16:24:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Went to ground zero to see what was left, which was not much. Empty skyline, huge crater in the ground, acrid smell in the air all the way from Brooklyn Bridge down through City Hall Park, getting worse and worse the closer you get. Dust still on the plants, who was it who was on plant-cleaning detail. A crystal half-arch on the far side of the crater, all that's left of the Millenium Hotel entrance. Remnants of massive death and destruction, all the work of men of bad will. Merry Christmas.
Eleanor Zorobbkin (Mrs. Earle D.)
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 15:44:41 (EST)
My two cents are: I'll take Bill Clinton's worst Christmas Day over the best year in Pete's silly little life.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 15:07:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Recycled Pete droppings? In case anyone craves a shit sandwich for Christmas, that's one of the two main ingredients.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 15:04:44 (EST)
My two cents are: you can always count on the haole to lay a turd on this board during a holiday. Sort of the way he goes thru life - people pinching their noses shut behind his foul self.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 14:59:28 (EST)
My two cents are: Let's just hope on this Christmas day that Bill Cliton slips and breaks his traitorous lying sick neck.
Screwdged
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 13:38:15 (EST)
My two cents are: Ali was hated by the nonexistent silent majority,as well as the nonexistent moral majority and, of course, by the nebulous Middle America. These nonexistent "groups" hated him...once. Ergo, Ali was once-hated.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 13:23:52 (EST)
My two cents are: I have made all the right choices.
Glimpse
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 13:20:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Why do older folks excited by the Muhammed Ali movie always say that Ali was once a hated figure? Sure, maybe he was hated by some New York boxing commissioners Frank Sinatra clones, and some rubes out in the heartland, but to most people I know he was an admirable figure all the way through, except that signing on with Elijah Muhammed was pretty boneheaded, and he didn't look so good in the Quarry fight. Happy Kwanzaa, Ali.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 12:52:59 (EST)
My two cents are: You can't call the Enron-Bush relationship "conflict of interest." It was a perfect melding of interest. In that particular rupture of the bubble they didn't even get the cardboard box, and their pensions were stolen as part of the severence package.
.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 11:30:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Actually, Bubbles, the typical clock-puncher is given a cardboard box along with her pink slip. At least that has been my experience and that of persons that I know.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 11:27:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Last night on the local CBS station they showed a clip of the shoes being forced off at the Lincoln Municipal Airport. It looked like magic machine the way a suitcase entered on the incoming tread of the machine and a pair of shoes came out the other end. Poe said it it was cool knowing that she was at the trendy leading edge of airport security being one of the first to have their feet strip searched Friday a full day before the stewardess tossed a glass of water on the shoe bomber's fuse. Now everybody wants to have their toes nekkid.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 10:47:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Merry Christmas Mary. <> Yes, at least with a contract you know when the end is coming near, making it easier to begin eyeballing for the next vine to swing over to. At least you can see it coming and plan for any downtime accordingly, whereas the typical clock puncher typically displays the hit-in-the-head-with-a-fish expression when the pink slip falls out of the pay envelope. But then they normally are treated to a "consolation package" including umpteen weeks of unworked pay, resume services, free long distance, etc. Big time bubble works.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 10:35:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Merry Christmas to all of you. I hope you have a loving and peaceful holiday. And a belated happy birthday to you, Whatevery. Have a joyful season.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 10:11:22 (EST)
My two cents are: In America, savior looking over it or not, most people are hired "at will", it's on your employment papers somewhere. Means you can be fired at any time for just about any reason. In many other countries, France for example, most hiring is by contract, and as long as you show up you are secure until the end of the contract. Maybe that's what you're thinking about, "captive employee." When you think about it, a consultant hired under contract is further inside the bubble than someone hired at will. Of course, if it's a union job they can't fire you so easy, the union being a bubble erected collectively by the employees to balance the employer's bubble.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 10:02:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Santa Clause. You know, Tim Allen. <> Got a job. Been working several weeks now. Total down time less than three weeks. Never had to touch one penny of the emergency fund. This is a "real job" with an employerer and everything, instead of a client. I haven't had one of those since 1983. Funny thing is the employer recently laid off some 200-300 people in the Boston office, so calling it a "permanent" doesn't feel quite right. It'll probably be another temp situation, just like everything else in life, except the business relationship is as a captive employee rather than a consultant. Job market is very tight in technology. The door in this specific case cracked open when the employer lost a bunch of people in the World Trade Center. But business must go on and so there are carrion jobs out there if you know where to look. It's a tough world out there, beyond this basement. And I am thinking of it and you on this day of the Savior's birth.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 09:53:32 (EST)
My two cents are: A Christmas present for everyone. Ann Coulter had to take off her shoes at Muncie Municipal and to add injury to insult when they came back from security one of the heels had been broken off in a C-4 check. Should be a good column this week.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 09:45:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Merry Christmas, Anonymous. What did Santa clause bring?
Glint
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 09:34:35 (EST)
My two cents are: merry christmas yall.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 07:11:04 (EST)
My two cents are: CHAPTER TEN I was pretty much stopped under the bridge after my intersection with the dead socialist. the guy with the bultaco and the funny hat was still on top of the embankment off to the side. I eased the corvair onto the shoulder and got out to check the dead socialist and the corvair for damage. I'd lost the right headlight and some of the chrome trim and wondered why trains only have one headlight in the middle and that if they built cars like trains how I'd still have a headlight, only in the center, but I had one on the left and then remembered that trains don't have steering wheels. The dead socialist fared worse. his carcass had split and when I stooped to look at what I first thought were worms writhing out from his innards I quickly realized they were grunions. About that time a fellow corvair driver, a brother in arms, stopped on the other side of the non-intersection to see if he could render aid. There were two headlights in the distance but he managed to cross the non-intersection with ease. "Elf" I asked? "Dwarf" he replied, "aint no stinkin' elf motherfucker". That's when he saw the grunion all fishy and squirming out of the dead socialist onto the pavement. "GRUNION" he screamed, and started stuffing them in his pockets and his mouth, swallowing them whole. The lights of the distant vehicle were closer now. The guy with the Bultaco was still off to the side, well off to the side and still, both I suppose. If you know what I mean. The distant lights arrived, and a girl-leg that would stop a train slid out and down from behind the door of dodge caravan. "Is everything alright" she called from across what still wasn't an intersection with a voice that was sharp and edgy but clear like grace slicks. too bad she never sang bird on a wire I thought. There was a clicking coming from her shoes as she crossed the pavement. This was a new development. I thought I had my finger on things, but the dead socialist, the dwarf, the Bultaco guy and Candycaneman were all moving closer together. It was almost y2k and it seemed like critical mass wasn't far off. I fumbled. I fumbled in my pockets, in the glovebox of the corvair, and in the front trunk looking for a tire gauge. It was the only thing that would work. "You're left front tire looks low lady" i said, trying to break the ice, which had begun to fall. "I don't give a fuck" she said, and walked over to where the dead socialist was laying. "I know him" she said, "he's a socialist". "Was a socialist" offered the dwarf in between fistfuls of grunion. About that time Candycaneman had slid the side door of the minivan open and began crossing what was beginning to intersect. He was shuffle-stepping on the ice with the Christmas lites still tying his legs together and looked like a cook in an Austin burger joint. But it wasn't about Austin burgers, it was about in and out burgers and rabbit fur coats and zitchick and hard fries and corvairs and bultacos and grunion and madeira bottles and bateson and spinoza all beginning this slow collision at an intersection that wasn't. I needed to step to the side, I needed a tire gauge. Or at least a piece of alder. That's when the Bultaco guy kicked the shadow of the turnip. The shadow moved slowly down the embankment, rolling and rolling, faster and faster and faster until you couldn't tell if it was rolling or falling. Mrs. Candycaneman was dragging the dead socialist toward the minivan mumbling "Trotyodogsky, Trotyodogsky" over and over and over. And the grunions were still spilling out of him, splashing around in the freezing sleet. Candycaneman slipped in the grunion at the precise moment the turnip shadow shattered his skull and fell backward into the broken glass I'd tossed out of the corvair. "I don't know about you buddy" said the dwarf as he looked up at me, "but I'm going down to the in and out for a burger and some crispy fries, I hear there's a gal working down there what looks like a chicken with zits". "Yeah" I said, I heard that too. So there on Christmas eve the grunion dwarf headed off to woo burgerzit and Mrs. Candycaneman was reunited with what was left of Trotyodogsky, the Bultaco guy was still off to the side somewhere and I was pulling off in the myopic corvair into the sleet leaving Candycane man to become reinterpreted as roadkill after traffic had squished the giant furball out of his stomach. Conclusion I talked to Keitel a few days later, he said he had a quiet evening studying Escher prints until the book collapsed in his hands. Evil.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 07:05:21 (EST)
My two cents are: This version is better, but separate sections get run together so a tyro couldn't figure out who is doing what to whom, when or why, or who is thinking about whom.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 01:48:50 (EST)
My two cents are: They chew and chew on the chocolate-smeared wires, but the silverfish never flicker out. Glowing, they crawl into the ears, if people are sleeping in the basement. They crawl into the ear-holes and they nest, building intricate five-sided nests of earwax like primitive multi-celled organisms, and lay their eggs within, jellied in wax extruded toward the center. And before dawn, there are more silverfish, and when Dad puts on Alvin and the Chipmunks and the Black Sabbath Christmas Album nobody recognizes the songs, hearing only the muffled thuds of the bass drum, and the twanging of an out--of-tune Epiphone jumbo, something that a second-string Minnesota cowboy star might play, wailing out in the range towns, Hibbing, Bemidji. Minnesota, where it is too cold for silverfish. And the air is pure. And there are no Negroes, and no Germans. Only the ore and the taconite and the lake boats and the fog. And sometimes, in the mist, the lordly moose. And lutefisk.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 01:42:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Not Christmas lights, those are luminous silverfish
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 21:46:52 (EST)
My two cents are: The creepy cousins from back east came this week. They showed us where they had secretly got their tongues pierced, so they could French better with the biology teacher, and put in the studs at night so they wouldn't heal over, because their Mom would throw a fit if she knew. They said they were doing it with their boy-friends too, and showed us some rubbers, but I don't think they have yet and are just showing off. They both had crotchless panties that they said the biology teacher gave them, and Poe had a pair of jeans with a zipper that went all the way around from back to front, that she called her "drive-in" pants. We can't wait until they leave.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 21:43:04 (EST)
My two cents are: They sneak out and they chew on the chocolate-smeared wires of the Christmas lights. Sometimes a whole family goes up in flames. Out here, in the prop-wash of America.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 21:35:28 (EST)
My two cents are: The rats are the worst. Out in the corncrib. Under the floorboards. Scampering across the the other side of the ceiling. Scrabbling up the waste stack in the corner of the basement. The rats. And the cockroaches. They grow them big out here, where the wind never stops blowing and all the fences lean, and the abandoned shacks of dreams. They are low to the ground, like the rats, with furless tails that lie unmoving in the wind, for it is windy even under the floorboards. At night they come out, the rats and the cockroaches. They own the night. And the creep out and eat the Godiva chocolates.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 21:33:06 (EST)
My two cents are: So, the kids haven't noticed the great midwestern silverfish yet huh? They breed under linoleum. One day I will be an artiste, carving linoleum and maybe making prints.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 21:16:41 (EST)
My two cents are: CAndycane man. The spirit of the holidays. Wind him up, see him spin. Whee.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 19:56:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Poe is Goth. Does Poe know you call her Poe? How would she feel if she did?

- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 18:23:43 (EST)
My two cents are: I got a jar of Advil. 400 count. From the 4 Star drug store. Oldest daughter finally rolled out of bed at 3:30p. Poe asked if it would be her turn to sleep in the family bed tonight. Pretty good accomodations down here in the basement. King sized bed, private bath. A computer and television set. Sort of like a hotel suite. Christmas Eve is coming soon. Since I don't have a car the kids and I hiked to the biggest mall in town last night to buy some Godiva's for the Mrs.
Glint
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 18:18:36 (EST)
My two cents are: CHAPTER NINE There was some more snickering when they wheeled Candycane Man out of the ambulance and into the ER. Seems the EMT's passed the story along to the ER nurses - a gang of thugs unto themselves that checked the blood pressure of trauma victims like most people check the goodyears before vacation in the mini-van. The triage nurse put two little wristbands on the Candycane man, a red one, and a white one. The red one said "I'm a Fucking Bozo", and the white one said "Me Too". The thug ER nurses didn't stop with the wristbands. They pulled out their make-up. some foundation, some rouge the color of borscht for the cheeks. One of them even gathered a fistful of silver tinsel off the tree in the lobby and glued it on his chin for a beard. With the fat lady's santa hat and all the red and white gauze he looked quite the festive Christmas nightmare. He thought he was getting treatment, that they were cleaning him up. He was getting the treatment alright. "It'll be just a few minutes sir" one of them said as she wheeled the debauched spectacle back out in the waiting area. "I'm going to connect you to this monitor now" she said as she wrapped a string of the little multi-colored flashing Christmas lights around and around him and plugged them in. He sat in the corner, near the tree. festooned with lights and make-up and the red and white hat. They had called his wife to come pick him up. Someone else was going to have to open the in and out in the morning he thought. And his present for burger-zit girl, it was still in his locker inside a plastic bag inside a paper bag. The new coat, the rabbit fur jacket. He wanted to see it on her so badly while he called her "daddy's little whore" It wasn't that Keitel was creating karma at all. Keitel was a conduit, and so were the EMT�s and the thuggish ER nurses. That was the part Candycane man didn't grok. It's also why his wife stopped by the in and out to grab a few things from his locker on her way down to the hospital in the dodge caravan. There was a spot on the backseat like milky soap, and some kind of odor inside it, Brasilian she thought, Brasilian musk. She found the rabbit jacket in the locker sure enough, and it wasn't her size. Best bet was that it would fit the chicken-looking zit-girl poring over the deep fryer. But she knew it wasn't burgerzit's fault, burgerzit was off to the side of what was happening, away from the epicenter like Keitel but not like Keitel because although they were both off to the side, Keitel knew it and played with it like watching the water change course when you move your foot in a stream. Mrs. Candycane man knew what had to be done. Mrs. Candycane threw the rabbit whore coat in the back of the caravan and headed for the hospital. How could he she thought, those poor fucking rabbits. Fucking rabbits, that was good. She smiled to herself. She'd fucked like a rabbit once upon a time. Professor Trotyodogsky and every other socialist in the Sociology 101 class at sagebrush Community College. The slap of the windshield wipers brought her back. Son of a bitch. She oughta get those windshield wipers fixed. They couldn't slap her if they were on the outside of the winders like they'ze supposed to be. It was still relatively quiet in the ER. the full moon had passed and the holiday family violence hadn't yet started to escalate. She walked briskly up to the admissions desk and with a giggle the clerk pointed behind her to the twisted dementia beside the tree. "Thank you', Mrs. Candycane man said. He was sleeping, 38 inches of slobber hanging from his mouth to the floor as she leaned in close to where his left ear used to be. "YOU FUCKING GRUNION" she screamed "YOU FUCKING GRUNION". Startled, he tried to get up but fell flat on his face because he was entwined in the Christmas lights which continued to flash. That was when she pulled the rabbit coat out of the bag. Everything in the ER seemed to stand still at that point. She was holding it up at arms length. It cast a sort of spectral shadow as he looked up at it, at her, fear and confusion filled his eyes. "Eat it" she screamed, "Eat this fucking coat" and kicked him hard in the ribs. It was his dream, he began to realize, he'd been consumed by his dream and now she was going forcing him to consume the dream. The grunion ate themselves. Like the donner party. he was beginning to understand. Sometimes it seemed as if his whole life had been spent chasing grunion that never flopped up the sandy beach. It was like that 38 inches from the floor to the tip of your peaked hat, barely able to see over the rabbit-skin steering wheel cover on the Corvair, driving madly from beach to beach three days on each side of every full moon, the zinc buckets rattling in the back seat like Madeira jugs. Big people, sure, they could see over the wheel, see out the side windows and spot phosphoresence that eluded the little people, they could run out onto the beach with long sure strides and scoop the grunion up by the wash-tub-load in the time it took to unstrap the booster harness. By the time a dwarf was at the foamy edge every last one would have flopped back into the wide Pacific headed for who knew where, maybe the Kiska Triangle that had sucked down so many vessels, leaving only garbled mystery, ten torpedoes left, awaiting instructions, and then silence, not even a Jap encounter report. He'd tried to shout it out, shout it into the wind at the ragged man, the man with crankcases and pitstands piled on his head, that he'd spotted from his perch high on the beets that time in Seminole. That's the best you could do, shout it out to a ragged man pushing a motorcycle frame with all the hard blue parts piled on his head, hoping he could hear it over the howling of the three big road units, hoping that at least one person would hear it and understand it Candycane man ate the coat. It took him an hour, sitting there in the corner still wrapped in the blinking lights. The nylon stitching was the worst, like tarpon line but thinner and it cut his gums making blood run down his tinsel beard into which clumps of the rabbit fur seemed to stick in gnarly matted clumps. When he was done, the orderlies wheeled him out and pushed him onto the floor in front of the backseat in the caravan. "Wanna stop for a burger, shithead?" Mrs. Candycaneman sneered as she turned the key. The caravan fired up flawlessly with the windshield wipers slapping her in the face. Left, then right. then left again. then right. Always passing the center you see, which is why one way was left and the other right. Candycaneman was moaning on the floorboards as she stuffed a brasilian samba tape into the cassette deck. It couldn't get any worse he thought.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 18:01:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Went to REI to get strops for the spurs, but all they had was these faggoty ecology back-packer strops, nothing that a man could trust his life to rubbing against rough bark. Nothing but nine-dollar socks and odd-looking shoes engineered to fit a diversity of uses at REI. Nothing useful at all. The leather dog collar is the only way to go.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 17:06:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Also got four genuine hardwood stout 24-inch barstools for $14.98 per, and a gallon of green paint, and a sack of stucco mix for the finish coat, and a combo kit of 13" Ace channel-locks and an 8" Ace crescent wrench for $9.99, and a fluorescent orange 25' 1-inch tape because I keep misplacing the other two, and thinking of calling the nursery to see if they have bare-root trees yet but fuck it, they'll have them in January. Got some re-sawn 2 x 2's for the stucco grounds and screwed them in, and some resawn 1 by 4's for the case trim, but might go to actual molding since the sheetrock came up close enough to the jambs. Like just a squared-off board for trim, but it doesn't fit with the rest of the house. Maybe just rout some grooves in the boards to gingerbread them a little. It's a good day to shop. A good day to keep the economy moving. All I need now is to go to PetCo and buy a couple of dog collars to use as foot-strops on the Hoover Dam climbing spurs, but the spurs are up in the mountains and I want to be sure of the size. You don't want your strops too short when you top a tree, but you don't want any Irish pennants either. But got to get it done quick, before the arthritis settles in good and it becomes impossible. Got to do it probably this year.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 17:03:41 (EST)
My two cents are: I doubt that many California black criminals have said "hanging with the bitches." But I am not up on my Ebonics, and don't know what they do say, except that it is not ardvaarking.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 16:53:01 (EST)
My two cents are: And happy X-mas to the husk of Ho-hum. The chemical beaker that was once Ho-hum, lord knows what beach it has washed up on, on what fish-merchant's bones it lies tangled with in a skein of long-chain polymers?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 16:51:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Just got a haircut from a dude jabbering in some foreign language to a couple of beautiful asian women clipping hair on a couple of Palestinian kids left over from the kabob shop that used to be next door. They laughed a lot, but the barber seemed stern and nasty, as if he were barking orders in the strange lingo, but every now and then he would giggle too. Eight dollar haircut, which is convenient because you can leave a two-dollar tip and come out clean. I asked him, what language is that and he said it was Viet Nam language, our language, and we use a lot of slang words, funny words. This seemed interesting, that these hair-cutters were jabbering at each other and getting a kick out of the words, the way caucasian Americans maybe used to, before they all started watching television and listening to Britney Spears and mooked up. Like a couple of three-year-olds can say words and laugh about them, giggle back and forth, simple words like "booger" or "kwanzaa" or "potato" said "poe-tato" or calling broccoli "tree" or even the word broccoli itself, so it cracks them up and they practically split their sides laughing. Big folk rarely get a kick out of words like this, and almost never laugh on them, although they will laugh at other things that are totally without humor, like Jay Leno. This word-happy gook barber trimmed the ears, inside and out, although Lord knows there is no need to trim THESE ears, and he earned his two-dollar tip.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 16:48:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Happy Kwanzaa to you, too, Harlan St. Wolf, and happy Juneteenth when it rolls around. Your guru Horowitz, of course, claims that Kwanzaa was "invented by a black criminal in California", but WE know better, don't we? When I was in Deepest Africa I often saw the Negroes celebrating Kwanzaa along toward the time the forest dried out enough to burn it, and when the white ash fell like snow and it grew comparatively cold, so that you were glad when the mammy-wagon swung close to the burning trees and warmed you past the rolled-up plastic windows if you hadn't stopped the driver and demanded that his apprentice roll them down. It is a purely African celebration, as prooved by the double "a" at the end. How many California black criminal words have double "a" in them? Ardvaarking? Is ardvaarking a black criminal California word or do they say "hanging with the bitches?" Either way, Harlan, Happy Holidays to you, be they black, white, or Arab, except for Yasir Arafat, that bastard, he's not invited.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 16:39:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Attack France! FrontPageMagazine.com| December 20, 2001 By Ann Coulter AS PUNDITS MULL whether America's next target in the war on terrorism should be Iraq or a smaller quarry first � such as the Sudan or Somalia � it's time to consider another petri dish of ferocious anti-American hatred and terrorist activity. The Bush doctrine is: We are at war not only with the terrorists, but also with those who harbor them. We've got to attack France. Having exhausted itself in a spirited fight with the Nazis in the last war, France cannot work up the energy to oppose terrorism. For decades now, France has nurtured, coddled and funded Islamic terrorists. (Moreover, the Great Satan is getting a little sick of our McDonald's franchises being attacked on behalf of notoriously inefficient French dairy farmers.) At the 1972 Olympics, Muslim terrorists assassinated 11 Israeli athletes and one German policeman. Five years later, acting on intelligence from Israeli secret police, French counterespionage agents arrested the reputed mastermind of the massacre, Abu Daoud. Both Israel and West Germany sought the extradition of Daoud. Afraid of upsetting Muslim terrorists, France refused on technical grounds and set him free. In 1986, Libyan agents of Moammar Gadhafi planted a bomb in a West Berlin discotheque, killing an American serviceman and a Turkish woman. Hundreds more were injured. President Reagan retaliated with air strikes against Libyan military targets � including Gadhafi's living quarters. Quaking in the face of this show of manly force, France denied America the use of its airspace. As a consequence, American pilots were required to begin their missions from airbases in Britain. When the pilots finally made it to Tripoli, tired from the long flights and showing a puckish sense of humor, they bombed the French embassy by mistake. POW! So sorry, our mistake. France has repeatedly decried economic sanctions against Iraq and has accused the United Nations of manufacturing evidence against Saddam Hussein. The U.N., not even the Great Satan. The French U.N. ambassador dismissed aerial photographs of Iraqi military trucks fleeing inspection sites just before U.N. weapons inspectors arrived as � quote � "perhaps a truckers' picnic." Along with the rest of the European Union, France sends millions of dollars to the Palestinian Authority every year. Sucking up to the P.A. has really paid dividends to the craven butterbellies. While visiting Arafat in Gaza last year to announce several million more dollars in aid, Prime Minister Lionel Jospin was attacked by angry, stone-throwing Palestinian students. Earlier this year, France connived with human-rights champions China and Cuba to toss the United States off the U.N. Human Rights Commission. Sudan took America's place, and, if its diplomats are not too bogged down with human torture and slave trading, they are very much looking forward to attending the meetings. This summer, Paris made Mumia Abu-Jamal an honorary citizen of Paris. In America's cowboy, bloodlust, rush-to-judgment approach to the death penalty, this convicted Philadelphia cop-killer has been sitting on death row � and giving radio interviews and college commencement addresses � for 20 years. Since "Mumia" sounds like a Muslim terrorist, Parisians can use the same bumper stickers for the war. Two weeks into America's war on terrorism, Le Figaro began calling for "American restraint." In polls, 47 percent of the French said they believed the U.S. military action was failing. Seventeen percent thought it was working (which was � admittedly � 17 percent more than on the New York Times editorial page). Flaunting France's well-established reputation as a fearsome fighting machine, the French foreign minister, Hubert Vedrine, immediately advised the United States to stop bombing Afghanistan. The first indictment to come out of the Sept. 11 attacks was of a French national, Zacarias Moussaoui. He is believed to be the intended 20th hijacker on Bloody Tuesday. France quickly moved to extend consular protection for Moussaoui. Intriguingly, French Justice Minister Marylise Lebranchu has demanded that Moussaoui not be executed. Mlle. Lebranchu seems to have forgotten, but WE ARE THE GREAT SATAN! We also have Moussaoui. It's annoying enough when these celebrated Nazi slayers refuse to extradite terrorists on the grounds that America does not observe the pristine judicial formalities of their pals, China, Cuba and the Sudan. But under what zany theory of international law does France think it can tell us what to do with a terrorist we caught right here on U.S. soil? The Great Satan is wearying of this reverse hegemony, in which little pipsqueak nations try to impose their pipsqueak values on us. Aren't we the ones who should be arrogantly oppressing countries that unaccountably do not have the death penalty? And now, as America goes about building support for an attack on Iraq � guess who's complaining? The turtlenecked chickens are terrified of offending fanatical Muslims and inviting a terrorist attack, but Arab leaders are supposed to face down the vastly larger populations of crazies living in their own countries. While France whines, Turkey � a predominantly Muslim country, I note � is preparing its airstrips for a possible U.S. attack on Iraq. If this is a war against terrorism and not a Eurocentric war against Islam, the conclusion is ineluctable: We must attack France. What are they going to do? Fight us?
go anne go
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 15:03:13 (EST)
My two cents are: CHAPTER EIGHT The dwarf had said something about a bridge. It was garbled, the voice dropping a half-step with the speed dieseling out of the Seminole yards somewhere near the middle of a quarter mile of sugar-beet hoppers for Decatur, but it didn't matter, he'd learned long ago to check under the bridges. Sometimes there would be nothing but damp corners and the smell of piss, but sometimes there were Triple Jack empties, and old fire rings, and pieces of styrofoam hamburger tubs. He'd found a guitar string and an eight-inch Skilsaw cabinet blade with three teeth missing under a bridge, and not long ago a half-melted roll of duck tape with the price-tag still on it; and once, not far outside Tulsa, he'd found a whole cardboard box from a Kenmore electric dryer, folded and doubled and tied up with green braided 120-lb-test tarpon line as if somebody had sized it exactly for laying from the crossbar to the rear fender and holding it there by stretching the line down and hooking it over the axle nuts. He always checked the bridges, knowing that whatever it was he was looking for might be there, and half-expecting to find a pile of fat white cigarette butts full of dark balkan leaf, some of them hardly even smoked yet, like the ashtray in front of a free public library or a county courthouse. Once he found a man sleeping, and through the gray whiskers and grease he fancied a resemblance to his sociology professor, a man he'd last seen two or three decades earlier the day they kicked him out of the dorms and out of college, after the Durkheim lecture, examining the ceramic jar of peyotyl grindings his graduate TA had brought back from Sonora. But he had feared disturbing the sleeping man, and had turned around and backed quietly up the embankment toward the bike. There was something universal about bridges, they all had spans for one thing. Sure sometimes the spans were different, like the different wentworth spanners that came in the toolkit of a Greeves, but still, something was universal. He recognized order and variation when he saw it. And the dead professor under the bridge, that represented intellect and time, but all at once so they weren't either, but both, which just wasn't the same. He needed to write this all down. Since he was out of napkins he grabbed the nearest turnip and carved OVIT on the side with his buck. Then he held the turnip up to the sun and looked at its shadow so he could see what it was. The dwarf hadn't taught him much, but he'd taught him how to interpret the world through shadows. Usually there was something under bridges. After a while of course, not right away because if something was right under them they wouldn't be bridges. The ground didn't have a shadow, which was why it could never be a bridge. Sometimes the bridges were over cars, sometimes they were over trout. People thought they were over rivers and other roads but this was wrong. They were bridges over other cars and other trouts. Bridges keep things from intersecting when people thought they shouldn't Usually there was something under bridges. After a while of course, not right away because if something was right under them they wouldn't be bridges. The ground didn't have a shadow, which was why it could never be a bridge. Sometimes the bridges were over cars, sometimes they were over trout. People thought they were over rivers and other roads but this was wrong. They were bridges over other cars and other trouts. Bridges keep things from intersecting when people thought they shouldn't. So the bridges didn't join two things, bringing them together (which they never really did because if they were together there wouldn't have a span or be a bridge therefore, even though there would still be a Greeves). Besides, he thought, a span wasn't anything at all, it was where there was nothing, simply put. Bridges kept things apart which is why he never pushed the Bultaco across one. The dead sociology professor knew this, it's why he was under the bridge and not on it. Partly out of kindness and partly just to complete the intersection he gave the dead man a nudge with his steeltoe and sent him rolling down the embankment into the street below. He rolled slowly at first, but gathered speed quickly, enough speed to get him into the second lane before the first intersection with a speeding blue corvair which could have been a trout if it was a different bridge, but it wasn't and it didn't matter because he would have rolled the dead guy into the trouts just the same as if they had been corvairs. I hit the brakes hard, as hard as I could, when I saw the dead socialist trying to cross two lanes of traffic. Hit them hard enough to bring the front seats to where the empty maderia bottles were just a second before. And the bottles were angry and noisy about being disturbed from motion that had become like rest to them and the flew through the air inside the corvair smashing into each other and shattering all around me and exploding against the steel dash. Actually, from the bottles' points of view, it was the corvair backing up which didn't make sense either because if the corvair was backing up I wouldn't be intersecting with the dead guy. What the could I do? Swerve? That's about when I saw the guy with the Bultaco.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 14:34:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Rivera denounces the Baltimore Sun television writer who reported the mistake, saying: "The whole basic premise that I lied or was dishonest is absurd on its face, and were it any other reporter, would not even pass the laugh test. This is the most false, hideously absurd allegation I've ever had leveled against me." Sun writer David Folkenflik "has slandered a journalist who is an honest person and has contributed arguably much more to American society than he has," Rivera says. "This cannot stand. He has impugned my honor. It is as if he slapped me in the face and challenged me to a duel. He is going to regret this story for the rest of his career." Folkenflik says he was "very careful" in framing the story and could find no military official or journalist in the region who could confirm Rivera's account. "I don't know how many bites of the apple he gets to get a version that works," Folkenflik says. "There may be an explanation for this that bears up to scrutiny, but we haven't seen it." The day after the Dec. 5 incident, Rivera told viewers he had walked the "hallowed ground" where the Americans had died: "The whole place just fried really and bits of uniforms and tattered clothing everywhere. I said the Lord's Prayer and really choked up." But Rivera was at Tora Bora, while the Americans died near distant Kandahar; Rivera says he "confused" the incidents. (Folkenflik quoted a Pentagon official as saying a friendly-fire incident at Tora Bora took place three days after Rivera's report; Rivera says that was entirely separate.)
just another mutherfucking liar liberal
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 14:26:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey Harlan, how's the weather there? Snow here on Saturday and more today. Got out of bed yesterday and shoveled Saturday's snow off the sidewalks for the old man before. Figured it was the least I could do before returning to his basement.
Glint
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 13:45:32 (EST)
My two cents are: It's not so bad here. Oldest daughter got a stomach ache last night after gorging on too much fried chicken. I told her at least twice it's not like home. Plenty of food here and she doesn't have to stuff her cheeks like a hamster. She climbed into bed between the Mrs. and me in the middle of the night moaning. Family bed. Nebraska Christmas. Like Courier and Ives. My 90 year old Grandmother is here too. Under the roof that is, not in the bed.
Glint
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 13:40:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Merry Christmas and Happy Kwanzaa to one and all.
Harlan St. Wolf
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 13:38:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Are the balls of howlies shemale?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 13:37:24 (EST)
My two cents are: And happy winter's edge to that poor bastard pushing the Bultaco backwards into the coop of his cruising daddy's corrupt post-Newtonian chickens, roosting on the chewed stumps left by the Batesonian skunk now loping off toward the High Ozarks with its consciousness hanging sideways like a crazy busted whirligig. Remember, that life doesn't even begin to get interesting until the bird-seed sprouts inside the feeder itself. The rest is just prologue.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 13:10:24 (EST)
My two cents are: I'd like to take this X-mas season to do the X-ian thing and apologise to Glint for being so hard on him. I promise I will pull the punches if he promises to stop being such an unruly liberal. Unfortunately, since he's moved back in with the folks I'm afraid that his dad or uncle or grandfather or whoever is responsible for his weltanshaung will again poison the sponged slate of his perception, and all my work will have gone for naught.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 13:02:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Deck the halls with balls of haoles.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 12:58:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Season's Greetings to Krishna and Vishnu and the Father and the Son and the Spirits of the Wood and to Edgar Cayce and Lobsang Rampa and the Guru Maharaj Ji and the vibrations at the edge of the universe and to all the other childish superstitions of mankind. Tis the season to reflect on a full gut about the straitened guts of winter and then the full the distended guts of spring, and the grass, and the rolling in the grass. Unless you are in the Antipodes, in which case tis the season to grab a longboard and hang ten.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 12:55:53 (EST)
My two cents are: We Vishnu a merry Krishna, We Vishnu a merry Krishna, We Vishnu a merry Krishna, And a Hopi New Year!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 12:29:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Rudy Giuliani did OK. He muscled up in front of the cameras while our theoretical leader, president* Bush, was zig-zagging like a winged jack-rabbit across the skies of Fortress America, fleeing from imaginary terrorist blimps. He was nasty when it it was needed and nice when that improved the situation. He went on Letterman when he was needed on Letterman, and he went on Saturday Night Live every time that show needed a boost. If they had had the Emmys he would have showed up there. He was a human whirl-wind, and all you had to do was pick up a live-broadcast camera and he would materialize in front of it, America's comb-over, the ugly, weirdly humorous and slightly disgusting man who exposed the stark American Gumption to a theretofore gumptionless collection of sophisticated rubes. He put the sand in the bottom of the Bulgy Whale that is this great land, and made us bob up chin-first, bizarre creepy painted grin leering out at the world and saying "you think this is ugly? You haven't DREAMED of how ugly it's gonna get." Let's roll.
The Cube
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 12:23:40 (EST)
My two cents are: I would never get a dreadnought. I like what you call a western guitar, which is probably what everybody else calls a jumbo. I like the curve to them, the way the bouts are distinct, where a dreadnought has a waist like a theoretically good-looking Philadelphia farm jewess out for her share of the spoils and a roll in the hay with the nearest cabbie. But I like the idea of a hollow guitar. During those years when you don't pick it up, you can grow a philodendron in it, taking advantage of it the way a haole takes advantage of a telescope.
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- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 12:12:49 (EST)
My two cents are: It might be in Durkheim, too, but the paper is much thicker.
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- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 12:08:57 (EST)
My two cents are: If it's not in the Constitution, it's in Blackstone. You could roll cheap caporal in it and take it to the bank.
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- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 12:08:17 (EST)
My two cents are: Rudy had it all until he agreed to stand in for mayor for six months for the next guy. That should have denied him the cover of Time. Come on, Rudy, this is America. When a new guy comes in, the old guy goes out. It's in the book.
The Cube
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 12:00:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Giuliani is Person of the Year??? What kind of wimpu cop-out is that? Rudy owes it all to Osama, the only reasonable choice for 2001. Anybody who says the media cares about anything but the bottonm line, is Geraldo Rivera's biatch!
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 11:14:28 (EST)
My two cents are: doesent seem to be working
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 10:15:32 (EST)
My two cents are: the clod never falls far from the farm.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 10:02:55 (EST)
My two cents are: opening a chat on the other page.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 10:01:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Morning 4 of 5. missed you
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 09:59:31 (EST)
My two cents are: On a more personal note for the holiday season: Up your own dingy tunnel, Glint. Perhaps with some pretty Christmas-colored bells. Red and green. With sharp little edges.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 09:55:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Monads have no windows. Still. Ho, ho, ho.
Baruch Spinoza
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 09:41:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Candycanes. Candycane man. Why, it's beginnning to look a lot like Christmas.
Dean 4 or 5 of 22
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 09:38:35 (EST)
My two cents are: CHAPTER SEVEN Seeing Candycane Man hauled off like that didn't really draw any compassion out of burger girl. Him and his fucking napkins and all. All the red and white, especially the twinkling of the ambulance lights in the rain and the fat lady's hat did remind her of Christmas though, and of her dreams of a career in show-biz. A green elf suit with some matching green leotards center stage at the right mall with a good santa, not a drunken santa, and a professional photographer that mailed out the pictures, not selling sleazy polaroids like you get when ginger lynn or annie sprinkle does a show at the local strip club. All that came to an end though, a horrible end. She got a gig righteous enough - going ho-ho-ho in the green elf suit and all, but when the proofs and the screen tests came back there she was on a can of creamed corn and a can of green beans going ho-ho-ho like some awkward demented chlorophyll giant. Zit-ridden Burger Girl watched as Mr. Bitterman, manager of the burger joint, snored on. His head was sprawled on the formica, as it always was this time of night; he always passed out at the stroke of midnight, their own secret Cinderella. Zit Girl wondered was there was for him to dream about so long. Sometimes, as she was swabbing down the counter, she had to haul his head up by the hair, and swab where his head had been, and then set it down again. She tried to do it lightly, gently, but Bitterman just slept on, obvlious. He didn't care one way or the other. Some folks were like that, Zit Girl knew. �Why couldn't the idiot swab right over him�, Bitterman thought to himself, nestled so close to the formica he was almost one with it. Not that he made a move, of course. It wasn't that often he got to sleep at all, so when he did, it was a precious moment. In his dream life, life was filled with precious moments. You could tell because of all the brand names, and car parts. Everyone had a style of course, and that was his. It's not as if I have no intersections, he was thinking to himself, for he was always thinking, though the waitresses who had to clean around him had no idea, they just saw him passed out on the counter, regular as clockwork. There were world within worlds for Bitterman, and for his ilk, too, sometimes intersecting with Keitel, sometimes with a tree-hugging insect, sometimes with the Bultaco guy, or even with the Bultaco itself--or himself, as the animate Bul preferred it. In his lucidity, he wondered. Am I a man dreaming that I am a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming that I am a man . . . . (toda la vida es) (el sueno de la razon produce monstruos) (sueno, y los suenos suenos son) . Goyan tesseracts. Naturally occurring computational systems . . . Points of intersection, not unlike the monads of Spinoza, which have no windows. Unless and until they do. For several days he'd been noticing that some of the cigarette butts were thicker than the others, smoked down to a length close to double the diameter, darkened on ends sucked by heavy lips. The tobacco was different, too, dark and coarse, yet oddly soothing in a rough way, for the one or two drags he could get from them. At first, when he noticed their numbers increasing, he had field-stripped them and saved the tobacco and rolled it in thin paper torn from his Blackstone, but lately he'd sniped each one up hungrily for the one or two drags, and had been able to save only a few crumbles, dropping half of that as his eyes flickered across the mirror, searching the the road behind for the next one. The dwarf was right, he thought, I am getting closer.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 09:21:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Maybe the answer is "diversity." Maybe they make them for diversity. You know, though, anyone who can appreciate a Mustang guitar from Fender should be able to appreciate a Corvair car from GMC. Fine little car, especially after they put on the stabilizer bar and stopped it from spinning out when Aunt Gert tried to drive it like the DeSoto. Only new direction Detroit ever took, before or since. It was a black day when the evil bastards spiked it, blaming it all on the fact that Nanny Nader wanted all cars to have the attributes of a Turkish ox-cart. I'm surprised that someone who tries to think for himself would buy the conventional party line on the Corvair. Do you get your chimney professionally-swept every year, too, the way it tells you to in USA Today?
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- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 01:36:28 (EST)
My two cents are: A "real" Mustang? What's real about a Mustang? Just a poor man's Strat with fewer pickups, Fender's shot at the jazz market and the weak-arm market, but it never caught on, except with Curt Cobain and maybe some other bubbler-gummers. I think they still make those goofy things, but the question is why? Greed? Lack of pride?
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- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 01:29:33 (EST)
My two cents are: No Stilton at Trader Joe's. No Jarlsberg, they get this great Jarlsberg, cheap, but everyone grabbed some for the holidays, maybe. About the only cheap, interesting-looking cheese was the Asiago. Bought some "water crackers" to put it on, figuring they might be something like pilot crackers. Got some Joe's O's for $1.99, same as Cheerio's, only cheaper. Got some 1% milk to put on the Joe's O's. Got some almonds and some cashews. Got a box of these liquer-soaked cherries from Hungary, and a two-pack of chicken/cheese tamales. No grappa, though, couldn't face it. Thought of getting hummus, but still have half a tub to home. Went in to the video store, prepared to pay the outstanding six bucks. "Pre-viewed" movies on sale, third one free if you buy two, and pretty good titles, famous titles with quotations from the fat guy and the bald guy on the cover, thumbs up, except the bald guy died and now its the fat old whiney guy and the thin young whiney guy. One possible selection was "Reservoir Dogs", but for some reason didn't want to see it again. Guy outside, Mexican bum, says he needs 35 cents but I say no. Then I figure it's X-mas and call him back, yo, amigo, and give him a fin, tell him something boneheaded, like buy a six-pack. He comes back and tells me he don't need no six-pack, been on re-hab. Clean. This is his first X-mas outside. Don't need no beer. Says he's going to tell me what, but can't think of what he was going to tell me, the old noggin don't work so good any more. So I tell him, buy something to eat then. We part company. You try to buy a bum a drink and it turns out he's clean. Crazy world. Might as well give it to the fucking Red Cross. He can always get a burger and fries, though, or rent a movie. The long green is always good. He could be in Mexico, or in some other south-of-the-border shit-hole where the money loses value in your pocket while you're trying to get across the avenida to the naranjada stand.
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- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 01:23:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, that sounds familiar. What kind of weird numb-nuts would spout that kind of crap?
House of Meat
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 01:07:17 (EST)
My two cents are: CHAPTER 6 If Plato were alive in 1953, he'd probably have abandon the lame cave parable, he probably would have substituted sock puppets. The puppets representing the liberal lies that people told themselves, a big black sock puppet would be the Black King, and a lacy sock puppet with clocks from Au Bon Marche would be the King of France. The thin dude liked to think of things like that, near the winter solstice when the days were short and the nights were long and looking back over the sage-brush it never looked like he'd covered much ground, sometimes a stoplight in some godforsaken wide spot in the road east of Elko wouldn't disappear for two days, and the nights were extra cold. At first he'd tried pushing the Bultaco forward, but couldn't see over the blankets and kitchenware and sociology books on the handlebars and would lose the track and stumble trundle into sage stobs and old ruts from the Donner Party. Turning it around and pushing backward had been a lucky stroke, who would have believed it would be so much easier? Step by slow step he backed the motorcycle across the Great Basin. He was heading either east from Elko or west from it, he'd lost track which direction he was going in the switchover. It didn't matter. If Anaximander had been born in 1972 he'd probably think the whole world was made of plastic, instead of the improbable wood. Bruce Rosen said, in the dorms one night, that the best thing about LSD was understanding Plato's parable of the cave. That might have been right about where everything had gone wrong, seeing Bruce sitting cross-legged on the floor holding a piece of crumpled colored paper in his had, saying that it was "striving paper", a shadow of paper cast on a smoky cave wall striving to become the thing shadowed. The Dorm Mother had presided over the trial, caught red-handed with a gallon jug of Muscatel and individual portions of Vache Qui Rit goopy cheese and a loaf of that southern Utah French bread in the laundry room, and she had come up to him in the hallway before and leaned toward him with her fat mile motherly faced and hissed that she was going to fry him in hot grease, and all he could think of was striving paper and the women with big tits in Playboy, how one of them might some day rub her leg against his and how he would leap onto the table and call for the holy grail. It was all too confusing, until you finally found out something useful, like the way this motorcycle seems to guide itself across the prairie, so that you hardly have to look in the mirrors. At Wendover there was no bike shop, but surprisingly enough there was an industrial-safety distributions center, and he'd bought one of those large convex mirrors about two feet across like the ones they had at the Dorm, and a pair of clamps like the ones they'd fix it from the overhead fire-pipes with at well-trafficked corners to keep scholars from bumping into one another coming around the turns when the breakfast bell rang. Sure, it was heavy for a dirt bike, clamped onto the handlebars with a steel bracket, but throwing away the impact wrench at Muscatine compensated for that, he could carry the whole tool kit, five sizes of hex keys and a pair of aviation-snips, in his hip pocket, if he'd had a hip pocket. The Koreans downtown had taken care of that, with their razors, and happy to get rid of the weight, no belt or belt-loops, no pockets, no wallet, no wristwatch, just the Durkheim and the blue stretch pants and the Faberware piled on the handlebars. At night he'd stop at a farmhouse and back the rig into the chicken coop just as slick and easy as an Italian lady skinning calamari, pull the eiderdown out of the coffee-can he'd wired to the empty motor-mount studs back in Moline and read about geometry by candlelight. The farmers would always ask for his matches before giving permission to sleep in the coop, and he'd learned to carry a few extras hidden in his sock, to get the candle started. The greasy chain he wore around his neck as a sort of penance, that and the engine case and the clutch and ignition covers stacked one on top of the other on his head. He recognized that he'd marginalized himself. He saw it in the way the children named him if he stayed too long in any one place, he'd hear them talking about the Chain Man or Crankcase-Head and know it was meant for him. In the backward places, the hills south of Gallipolis, Ohio, or near the west 'Bama line, where the mothers still talked about the magic in a bogey man, if a metric allen-headed bolt slipped out through the slits in his pockets he'd hear a brave one or two scampering up behind him to get it for the gris-gris. One time in a dusty valley town out west he'd wheeled backwards through a take-out line, fixing to get himself a burger maybe like the ones he remembered, the bun fried in mustard and the patties stacked ten deep, enough to feed a whole fraternity or one sorrowful shuffling man in greasy slippers, and a pimply skinny girl like a spotted sack of coathangers gave him what he thought was the eye. It was the eye all right, the crossed eye of gotcha, and he spent the next three hours tied to a chair in the Manager's office getting beaten with rubber hoses by people wearing paper hats. When he woke up there was nothing but holes where the bolts had been, and his head ached like a three-Percodan hangover, and his fingertips were gone. Sometimes he ached to turn the Bultaco in for a shopping cart, for something anonymous and safe, trade the iron on his head and the aftermarket battery and the kickstand for a baseball cap with some safe logo, John Deere, Caterpillar, East Bay Coors Distribution Center. There was something comfortable about the Bultaco, though, that a Safeway cart never had, a memory of Madrid twenty years ago, the dull girls in black trousers pretending to have fun on the Escoril, and the tapas bartenders too frightened to talk, and the doors all locked after dark so you had to clap your hands and wait for the hunchback to lurch up from the corner with the key, and once you got in your room being able to look into the room across the street, at old women and children rolling cigars to sell at the bullfights. A whole civilization evolved down to produce handrolled cigars, cheap pistols, black woolen pants, and the world's best memory of a dirt bike. Y los suenos suenos son. The Spaniard knew bikes, you could tell that from the old men hauling baskets of chickens to market on the velocipede. He knew dirt, too, the old bicycle man told the tale and the hundreds of years of stabbing at moors or Frenchmen or Swiss mercenaries back and forth across the peninsula, and then turning the halberds on one another, Castile against Catalonia, on the off days. The Spaniard had taken the dirt bike up from the horse and the bicycle, it was a lunged creature you sat on trying to stick a pike into tomorrow's tapas. The Jap, without the benefit of culture, had swarmed out of his anthill and devolved his version of the motorcycle down from his passing mastery of the airplane, remembering in postwar years all those plywood Zekes that had seemed so nimble in '41 shot down by heavy anaheim iron and deciding to make the bikes heavy, so you had to use the impact driver to take off the ignition cover. Funny how the best thing you could twist steel into turned out to be built by the same people who taught the Germans how to dive-bomb civilians. Sometimes, on his Bultaco, he felt like he was a Luftwaffe pilot flying high over Catalonia, high over Castile, a National Socialist looking for kapitalistas. There is one, with a pitchfork and a barn full of horses, a house full of women and children, and I dive there, deep into the corner, deeper than you can imagine. I plant my bomb deep within this infestation. The heavy iron would come later, four, maybe five years later, its heavy impact-wrench culture imposed upon the good culture of my fathers. They would bury us under a ton of their vile bombs, and the Russian, with his heavy tanks and his disrespect for life, for Aryan life, would come and burn and lick up the pieces.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 00:18:46 (EST)
My two cents are: "Hey glint, does poe like buffy the vampire slayer?" Wait until we get back. I might post a holiday family pic or two. <> I was watching the local creep show late picture out of Omaha a couple of nights ago. The freaky fright show host had a side kick on with a small guitar around his neck. The guitar was so small that it looked almost toy like. I think he said it was a Stratocaster. Do you know what kind of guitar I am talking about? Sounded pretty good coming out of the tin speaker of my parents' T.V. That's right, I've moved back into my parents home. What else you going to do when you ain't got no job?
Glint
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 00:12:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Sister ended up with a '68 strat. Still in a flatcase under her bed at Bellvue. Figure. I still want a strat I think, one of the new cheapies. maybe a real mustang would be better. Do love the neck on a strat though. nothing finer.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 23:52:24 (EST)
My two cents are: I'm going to take a break from all this do-it-yourself advice-giving and go down to Trader Joe's and get some cheap C�tes du Rh�ne and some Stilton, and some almonds.
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- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 23:50:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, since the clamor for the toe-nailing trick has been deafening, I will re-create it here. You know how when you drive a nail, particularly toward the end of the board, you blunt the end with a few whacks of the hammer so the wood won't split? Well, when I was carpentering I figure out that when you're toe-nailint you can take the whacks with the head of the nail angled in the direction you're going to toe-nail, and it digs in and makes a little flat indentation there, perpendicular to the toe-nail. Then you flip your nail and drive it into the flat, and it catches and never skids down too far the way toe-nails often do. They gave me $35 and drew a picture of a nail held against the indent, with a hammer getting ready to whack it. If I had two or three hundred more little gems like that, I could write a do-it-yourself book.
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- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 23:48:18 (EST)
My two cents are: The epiphone was bad, It was very bad, western body -not even a dreadnaught. Should have been painted red and white and whored out like the pig it was on the gran ol' opry.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 23:47:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Long day. One thing was to put the sheetrock back around the French door. Never did any sheetrock before, preferring plaster even if there was already rock. It seems a lot easier. Got this tub of sheetrock goo ready-made, and this stuff is great-- about the consistency of finger-paint, but stout. You can do just about anything with it. Where has it been all my life? It's got lime in it or something, giving it plasticity, I suppose, because that's how you make plaster, slake some lime and put it in. I'm going to patch around the light fixtures with it, where I been using Fixall, which is basically just cement. Also, where I had patched the driveway it was a jarring new cement color against the old cement. But I remembered one time when I was working pipeline they had us cover over a whole sump reservoir covering maybe an acre with straight Portland cement mixed up soupy and spread on with push-brooms about a sixteenth of an inch thick. So I mixed some up, about the texture of paint and broomed it all over the driveway, covering the patches, and after it dried a little bit broomed it regular, so it looks like I laid a whole new slab. Going to look pretty good, and dazzle the neighbors. Maybe I will send the technique in Popular Mecanix if it works. I once sent a toe-nailing trick I worked out as a kid into Fine Homebuilding and they put it in the tips section, with a neat line-drawing, and sent my a check for $35. I smell another 35 bones in this reservoir-cement-brooming driveway rehabilitation technique.
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- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 23:42:26 (EST)
My two cents are: Purple Strat, you'd probably have to paint it yourself, or job it out.
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- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 23:32:09 (EST)
My two cents are: Only difference between the Newport Pro and the Newport, by the way, is the Newport comes with a Bigsby. The Pro doesn't have the Bigsby but it has humbuckers instead of the single-coil pickups in the straight Newp, which makes up the difference because they both cost the same. The humbuckers make it more of a jazz guitar. I've always been attracted to Bigsbys but understand they detune a lot unless you get special strings with silk wrappings at the bridge end, and they don't come in a useful range of sizes. I don't like whammys anyway, what can you do with them if you are not Stevie Ray Vaughn and sort of an asshole? The Strat of course has a Floyd Rose, but the handle is in the gig bag. The Kohler Spider on the Epi didn't have a handle, but I'll bet the Strat handle fits it. I'd put it on for Harlan, but that would cut the Strat's value later on. My doctor of phytoplanktonology has asked to buy the Strat. He's got a '62 Strat which is supposed to be hot shit but it doesn't work so good. Probably more than you need to know about the guitar situation, I suppose. Just remember, you can't find a better value than Carvin. Plus they make each one up for you: if you want purple, they got purple.
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- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 23:30:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Got a Ibanez gothic style like maybe a Jackson stratazoid with a realy thin neck like a long pancake, and a Kohler Spider whammy bridge monstrosity any a complicated thing on the nut that is supposed to keep the strings from slipping from whacking on the Spider, but is so hard to tune with I took it off, and chocked a wood-block up under the Spider so it won't wham. I'm going to get it and give it or maybe sell it fair price to Harlan St. James, who wants to learn some chops. Instead I'll take the Strat up there, which is an awfully nice guitar, a Strat, although I never liked anything much about them, you could see why they were good enough for Jimi Hendrix and those guys. Thing is, a Strat is so nice with thin strings but it never sounds good except with big thick ones, which ruins the whole point for me, not that I care much about the sound. The Strat rings forever. Nothing wrong with Epiphone, not a Japanese guitar at all but American all the way, named after this guy's nickname, Epi, who came to America from I think Italy and started making guitars a hundred or a hundred fifty years ago. Les Paul worked in the Epiphone factory and that is where he made the first proto-Les Paul guitar, out of two halves of an Epiphone and a four-by-four in between. I'l like a Parker Fly, they weigh about three pounds and have all sorts of sounds in them, even though they look pretty goofy. Never need another hollow guitar with the Newport Pro, although I'd consider a PRS, which for three or four thousand dollars more is just as good and better-looking, with all sorts of color choices. Carlos Santana plays a solid one, and there's a new PRS like of relatively cheapo guitars out, called the Santana. I'd like one of those big old Gretsches with the Biggs on it, like Eddie Cochran played, but just for the spirit of it, the dead no-sustain hick sound and all the chrome. The Newport is fine, though. Don't play on the guitar much, but maybe will in turn, so it's nice to have a good one around.
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- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 23:21:09 (EST)
My two cents are: So maybe moody judy needs some more explanation. I'd hate to leave her here as just a shadow on the wall. There were 3 of us, me, and jack and dave, dave being the weird guy. Anyway, we had this rent house off rte 50 right at the foot of the ocean city bridge in oc, not bayside. And we had chicks and drugs and all and that's where moody judy came in. She was somebody's chick, not mine originally anyway. But sometimes she'd want to go do it out in the surf and sometimes she was this weird religious no no no chick so we ended up calling her moody judy cause you never knew what you were going to get out there in the surf or on the beach or not or what. So moody judy ended up being this sometimes weird chick that was around and maybe connected to one of us for an evening or so but maybe not later. Depending on the tides or something. no one knows for sure. Her ears were flat and she was borne of midgets though, that much we know, knew. It wasn't pretty.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 22:55:46 (EST)
My two cents are: No way!
Birg 11 of More.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 22:24:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Ho yill
burg s of de
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 22:23:17 (EST)
My two cents are: So Maryland is a funny place. There are many Marylands. From the appalachia panhandle to the plantation southeastern shore. I met Moody Judy in ocean City one summer. She was the full-sized child of midget parents. She had this giant light-bulb of a head with little tiny fishy ears. How midgets ever spawned that, well.... Anyway, Moody Judy claimed to be from somewhere called Pasadena Maryland, which was either in bumfuck like Camp Springs or in the armpit of MD north of PG somewhere like Upper Marlboro. Anyway, wherever she was from, and I'm thinking it was between Upper Marlboro and Baltimore, it was a whole town of midgets. Little tiny houses, well not tiny but maybe 12 foot high,. little tiny people, all over the place, and these little houses, and I remember her telling me that I couldn't tell anyone else where she'd brought me. And we had to pull in there off some secret exit off route 381 or 1 I think, definitelty not 95, this was more rural, closer to the bay. Midgets, lots of them. Flopping around and dry humping each other in the grainy mud like grunion running from meat bees on the salt flats.
It was Horrible, Horrible!!!!
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 22:20:43 (EST)
My two cents are: So since I didn't have a guitar, I had to rent that sorry fucking epiphone just to get something with steel strings so I wouldn't be a faggot hangin down at great falls in potomac. And it worked pretty good. I was generally cool and had some babes. I even kept up the payments on the epiphone until my parents made me go to europe one summer. Man, if you ever want a bunch of she-wolfe-Ilse german pussy, spend a summer in english youth hostels with a jap guitar.
Birg 7 of 22
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 21:54:25 (EST)
My two cents are: My guitars have always sucked. Ever since my little sister's faggot aria acoustic and the bozo faux cowboy with the hat that used to give her lessons. That's when I got the Epiphone. A sorry-assed piece of jap guitar as ever was made falling somewhere after the quality of the Nagoya and prime of yamaha and well before the electronic curse of the takamini or michi or whatever it was/is/praxis and all.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 21:39:07 (EST)
My two cents are: I got no electric. got an old sunburst ibanez 19 dreadnaught with a semi-rounded fretboard and a soft-sided acoustic stuff in the hole markley pick-up. can get some pretty decent distortion out of the 30 watt peavy single crate use a thin fender tortiose shell. Anything stiffer and I'm playing wreck of the ole' 97 at the opry an' yellin' freebird.
Borg 5 of 22
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 21:33:08 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.pocho.com
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 17:35:15 (EST)
My two cents are: The four cylinder chrysler cranked away under the hood like a John Deere that only got it's oil changed once a year - he was on the road. That was the trouble Montalvo thought, 100 hours on a diesel in a tractor is equivalent to 6000 miles on a diesel going 60 mph, 6000 miles on the road without an oil change. Still, he had to drive, alone, at night, a jar of urine next to him on the seat, that was the way of it, on the road. Brenda was out here somewhere, someway they would connect on the road. There, on the road. If he could just stay on the road, humming the quiet miles on the roads of Carrol County. Waiting, there benath the rim, somewhere was Brenda. Brenda, Brenda; somewhere on the road.
Borg 7 of 22
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 17:24:14 (EST)
My two cents are: So here i am cleaning out the den and getting ready to throw out this old envelope box. look inside it and what's staring up at me but an old postcard of Edgar Allen Poe. Weird huh? Hey glint, does poe like buffy the vampire slayer? Drusilla is my favorite character.
borg 19 of 22
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 13:31:11 (EST)
My two cents are: nah, there's probably 'soap' all over them.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 12:31:45 (EST)
My two cents are: It's crass of me to refer to that synthetic hermaphrodite as Sheeit all the time. After all, it has changed it's name as part of the gender bending game. So from now on I will attempt to be more respectful and mindful to avoid hurting the feelings of its feminine side. Anybody want to see some pics of Brenda posted to the Ancillary page?
Glint
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 11:27:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Guess you heard about the asswipe that attempted to blow off his legs an an American Airlines jet. I the wake of that news I have read that earlier this month, the Federal Aviation Administration issued a civil aviation security bulletin warning that the U.S. government had received information "that hijackers may attempt to smuggle disassembled weapons on board an airliner by hiding weapon components within their shoes." Guess that explains why Poe had to unlace and remove her black army boots with the 2 1/2 inch heels. <> "This version of candycane man has been edited" - Anonymous@07:23:12. With all due respect, I'm still "full" from the original Candyman meal. I couldn't read another bite of it.
Glint
Cornhusker, State - Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 11:23:06 (EST)
My two cents are: There was something about Montalvo that unnerved BritnHe a little. It could have been alot of things. The fact that Montalvo had bought a chrysler should have been enough. But there was more. There were the slimy globs of "soap" ever-present on Montalvo's trousers. The way Montalvo had referred to a car wreck as 'delightful', and the way he'd posted about his daughters tits. "The clown thinks I've got problems" BritnHe mused to himself while the fat guy drove and told the cigar suit story. Again.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 09:45:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Chapter 5 (cont)I had made the U-turn pretty fast. fast enough to generate a squawk in the rear axle that could be heard above the clattering empty madeira bottles in the back seat pretending to be in motion while they were actually trying to remain at rest as the car spun beneath them. It was a matter of perception as to if they were actually flying across the backseat at all. Still the effect was the same and after the fishtailing straightened out I fumbled to light another Gauloises and headed to the In and Out Burger with the Madeira bottles resting quietly again. It was 3 in the afternoon, that littoral time between rushes at the in-and-out. A time for short breaks and for leaning casually on the counter in cameradic chitchat with one's co-workers. I had two issues before me now. What to order, and how to figure out which girl was the petunia in question. The corvair idled smoothly in the rain - out of the rain - at the In-and-Out Burger, under the awning, while it was raining of course. It was a blue corvair, tinny, light blue, and had some heat-oxidation-white-spots over the rear where the magnificent engine set. And the dual monza exhaust cloud was white in the rain too. In the rain. That much was well, and the Madeira bottles were resting again, quietly stationary in the back seat as I pored over the menu posted by the drive-up talky-box. It was a form of communication, I thought, something worth study, this communication thing. But other matters were pressing. "Order Sir?" squawked the box. Was it her? the home-wrecker? or was the homewrecker a carhop? She could be the p.m. salad prep. I had to be careful. The starfish sandwich looked good but I'd heard they were stale. The foot-long hot dog seemed a tad forward and too stupid but possibly able to be passed off later as a passive aggressive joke. About that time Ketiels 440 cuda rumbled into the parkinglot going the wrong way through the drive through. Son-of-a-bitch never got the hang of living north of the equator Keitel's 'cuda clamored in the drive thru lane. Still pointing the wrong way as he inched it up almost to the pick-up window. I hadn't ordered yet, or spotted the burger babe. The corvair was still idling smoothly, for which I was glad because something told me all hell was about to break loose. From that point on, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Keitel got out of the 'cuda and walked toward the trunk. I looked around the in-and-out and nobody was moving. "Stick-up", I thought, they're thinking stick-up. Keitel opened the trunk, looked around briefly, and then dragged the guy who had been in the chair in the garage out. He looked pretty rough but was still alive. A blood-soaked t-shirt was tied around his head where his left ear used to be and his hands were covered in blood where Keitel had cut his fingertips off. The fingertips, always the fingertips. it was like a signature for Keitel. Keitel got the guy to his feet and then shoved him toward the sidewalk in front of the door kicking one of the guy�s legs behind the other as he pushed to send him sprawling face first into the pavement. Keitel turned and shut the trunk. Then he reached into the pocket of his plaid shirt (Keitel always wore plaid) and pulled out something silver about the size of a ballpoint pen. He bent down beside the car, took a valve cap off the left rear tire and checked the air pressure. Then he went to the right side and proceeded to do the same thing except he checked the right side twice. Keitel was a cold, evil motherfucker but I had to admire the way he used the tire gauge to suspend the crowd in statue-like silence for an extra ninety seconds. It was like art. In a way. Keitel got into the 'cuda and backed out of the drive-thru, turned around and pulled out. I saw him put his turnsignal on just before goosing the 'cuda into the street and scratching his tires for half a city block. Keitel had done it. He'd suspended praxis. and with a tire gauge. but only momentarily. The world around me was about to start moving again, in one of two ways. The guy could be ignored, or somebody could do something. A fat lady in a mini-van two cars down screamed out "I'm calling 911" as she punched into her cell phone. And then the manager ran out and helped the guy to one of the little cement tables with the ionic column legs. It's funny the way people look for authority in a crisis and find it in a little brass nameplate on a guy wearing a red vest and a white paper hat. The carhop girls had started screaming now, except one. She was on her hands and knees beside the building puking and heaving like there was no tomorrow. The burger babe, I thought, that's her, plain as day Waves of nausea swept kept her convulsing her, again and again, till there was nothing left for her but the dry heaves. She could hardly keep up with them, there was no time to think about the crowd staring toward her, or staring toward the bloody thing Keitel had dumped in front of everyone. Finally, the last retching ceased, and headed for the washroom, oblivious to anything. She splashed cold water on her face, checked herself in the mirror--still there. She picked a crumpled napkin out of her pocket, wiped her mouth with it, then noticed the ghastly scrawl on it. The bastard just couldn't help himself, could he? She tossed it in the trash, spat at it, and then headed back out where a cop car had just pulled out, and a fat sergeant with glasses was taking down stories from all the witnesses. Some shit pointed in her direction, and the segeant from Compton sidled over to her. "You know this guy, miss?" he asked. She shook her head, not really lying. She didn't know him. He was just a regular who didn't know how to tip, or even how to order at the In-N-Out. There was a whole pattern to it, there was a language, but he either wouldn't learn or couldn't. He was the kind of guy who scribbled shit down on napkins like other guys scribbled them on latrines. It was kind of sad what Keitel had done to him, but it was his own damn fault, really, for being totally oblivious. The same kind of obliviousness Plato used to complain about, she recalled. That reminded her of something else. Something Keitel's buddy had said, some English dude had said it, Spencer or some such, she couldn't remember who: it was, like, to save fools from the results of their folly is, like, to fill the world with fools. Yeah, that was it. Not that it mattered much. It was time, way past time to go back to the extra crispy fries. Somebody had to attend to them, somebody had to had make sure they were really well done. For now, it was her job. Just not for long. Keitel was long gone. I studied burger girl for a minute and just couldn't suss that she was something a guy would risk home and hearth for. Spindly, all knees and elbows, like sleeping with a sack full of coathangers. Chicken girl I thought, she looked like she ought to be feeding chickens on the Breightly clod farm. That and the burger grease zit complexion. Anyway, didn't do it for me. Meanwhile the paramedics had been patching up Keitel's handiwork. The t-shirt had been replaced with a wrapping of white gauze around the head, the gauloises burns to the forearms and biceps were similarly taped up with white gauze and similarly oozing red from underneath as were the little white gauze patches wrapped around each fingertip. It was still raining and pretty cold so the guys shirtless torso had turned pretty much bright red. The overall effect between the white gauze, the blood, and the reddish skin was that of some hideous walking macabre candycane. The fat lady in the mini-van was still standing there watching everything. As I walked past her I whispered "the son of a bitch is freezing, give him your goddamn hat". She looked startled for a minute and then walked toward the unfortunate slob. Some people follow directions in a crisis. She pulled the festive red and white santa hat off her head and put it on his over the bandages. Jeez, it even had a white cotton ball and a bell on the end. That certainly completed the fucking candycane picture. I was still snickering as I back into the corvair while the paramedics were walking Mr. Candycane to the back of the ambulance van. Keitel wasn't the only artist on this fucking planet. As I got ready to back out, I leaned out the window and gave the horn a short blast. Alert, the paramedics whirled and looked toward me as I yelled "you fella's ain't stealin the north pole now are you?". Then they looked back at Mr. Candycane and just started laughing and laughing and laughing. �Well, ain't that all full of Christmas fuckin' feeling�, thought burgergirl to herself, watching as the jolly, chuckling EMTs took turns trying to stuff CandyCane Man into the back of the ambulance. They were taking their time with it, playing to the crowd. These people would find it funny if I popped them a zit, she figured, but it wasn't worth the laugh. Too bad about Keitel. Too bad about the CandyCane Man. In a day or two, the guy would pop back up like Punchy Clown, and Keitel and his ilk would be back, swooping down in their various vehicles, dragging him off to the garage. The garage. There was a nice bike there, she remembered. Sometimes, when she could bum a Gaulois on her break, she used to go there. Seemed like she could hear sounds from outside it when she walked near, but as soon as she put her hand on the garage door, they'd disappear. Funny things happened in Compton. Sounds that seemed like inanimate objects taking life into their own hands. Places that weren't what you thought they were. Ship's as it was, a place of pancakes and make your own toast, sliding into some burger joint, competitor in the capitalist competition. She wondered about the one-legged man, about the farm, and about shrimp, saltwater cows, Brazos mud, and the sound of the Atlantic. Anorexia wasn't such a bad thing, she reasoned. Neither was the acne. It was just hard to get those fries fried just right. . Every time the EMTs spun him around, chuckling, they'd rub their miserable mitts against his wounds. It was killing him. Goddamn evil socialists, he fumed. I'm the one who's paying for their social security! The least they could do is treat me like I was the King of France! But the evil chucklers spun him around and around some more, trying, one of them saying (he heard it) that if they spun him around fast enough, they could see the red and white stripes spin, going up and down, like an old barberpole. He wished so hard he could smack them in the head. They wouldn't play by the rules. They were the ones who'd hoisted him up, given him the first wedgie, and all the wedgies that followed, in endless succession. He tried to fight them off, but it was useless. Finally, after one long fast painful spin, they seemed to tire of their game, exchanged some money, one guy getting more than the rest. He figured that guy must be the "winner." As the three EMTs tossed him roughly into the back of the ambulance at last, he caught a glimpse of a fat lady standing near a mini-van. She gave him an earnest, hideous grin, and walked over to him, taking an equally hideous Santa hat off her head, and forcing it onto his head. He was helpless to refuse. His last sight, as the ambulance started moving away, was the sight of the fat lady putting her hand on her empty head, clicking a switch, and unzipping herself from her head down to her red twinkly fat toes. Her fat shell fell away--inside, was revealed a bitter man. He must have been there, all along. The fat lady unzipping was the only thing that could explain what happened next. After stuffing now dizzy Candycane Man into the back of the ambulance, one of the EMT's paused by the rear wheel of the vehicle. He had something shiny in his hand. Then he bent down and removed a valve stem cap. It was a pressure gauge. It was then I realized that the ambulance was parked the wrong way in the drive-thru, inches from the pick-up window. Just where Keitel had parked the 'cuda. Keitel had tapped into some unnatural force, something to do with air pressure. Things were unfolding fast now, like tesseracts and the way the rain changed the barometric pressure and made the corvair idle or maybe the way the barometric pressure made the rain and the corvair idle. Anyway, Keitel had found it, the tires were balloons, he wasn't checking the presuure, he was measuring barometric shifts with a fucking tire gauge. The strange happenings in Compton, the weird life sounds of the inanimate objects like so many ghoulish midnight toys coming to life in an abandoned garage. A cacophony of broken tin-drum soldiers and toy trains with half their wheels off track. It was the solstice she thought, the pagan rite. The gravitational pull of the moon drawing zits to the surface of her skin. Astral purification. Humanity was a boil in the universe, red, and full of white puss. The colors of Christmas celebrating themselves like the agony of Candycane man or the incestuous flatsided crayons in a box marked "OVIT" for order, variation, intellect and time, or "tesseract" mixing their primary colors together to create the universe.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 07:27:15 (EST)
My two cents are: This version of candycane man has been edited, not for content, but moreso for continuity.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 07:23:12 (EST)
My two cents are: I'd like to thank Pete and Glint for spearheading the drive to put this on DVD. I'll be thanking them in the supplemental material. http://us.imdb.com/Title?0274518
Morten Lindberg
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 02:29:01 (EST)
My two cents are: "ok, how and when should candycane man get posted?" - 22:05:07. Well, how did it get posted last time? hint: http://members.fortunecity.com/fornigate/ydog/candycane-man.html
Glint
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 01:51:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Does anyone have Ann's e-mail address? I think she needs to know about our experiences at BWI. <> Earlier I was tempted to add Simon and Garfunkel's "The Boxer" to the list of songs for the unemployed. But after seeing Paul Simon sing it live tonight on SNL with Rudy standing with him on stage, it's in the list now. <> I was heading north again on 27 yesterday, this time in Montgomery County. A gust of wind lifted the cap off of a southbound pickup and sent it flying like a kite up and over the northbound traffic. What's up with those nutty city pickup drivers? Don't they know that they have to tie those stupid things down?
Glint
Lincoln, ne - Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 01:41:51 (EST)
My two cents are: The family loaded their crap onto the conveyer for the hand carried baggage inspection machine. I was taking up the rear pushing the junk through when the belt stopped turning. The ebo agent said, "Bag check! I've got a bag check here!" She lifts up my video bag and says, "Who's bag is dis!?" I raise my hand and she says that my bag has to be checked. I would never trust the baggage monkeys to handle my camera equipment so I always hand carry it. I ask why it needs to be checked. "'Cause it's got sumpin in it, dats why." Well what? What is inside? "We don't know, so the bag's gots to be checked." Well, let's just open it up if you want to see -- "Sir, do not touch the bag! We have to check the bag first." Finally it dawns on me, by check they mean inspect. They carried the bag over to a table and used three different wands to probe it. Hands rummaged around inside. Finally, on of them says, "Here it is...What is it?" We had a large Samsonite bag with a wheelse and a handle that flips out for easy dragging. One year the kids had so much crap inside that the handle busted clean off. I stuck it in my camera bag where it has been ever since. Now the inspector was holding it up like it was some sort of weapon, with the jagged twisted off end pointing up like a dagger. They demanded to know what it was. I was tempted to say it was used for cutting open boxes. In the meantime, another agent was frisking Poe and soon they had her boots off. She told me later they told her to relax, that they needed to touch her boobs. They felt her up and checked out the metal fasteners on the brazzier.
Glint
Lincoln, NE - Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 01:35:36 (EST)
My two cents are: So my ears haven't been the same since that night the live rock concert was recorded at the astronomer friend's music studio. I'm standing in line waiting to put my bag through the wringer when I hear on the intercom, "Attention. Please take off your coat by the time you reach the security agent." Now, that's not what I heard. But you know how airport security is stricter. But I'm willing to do my part. Caused quite a stir strutting through the metal detector wearing only my BVDs. I thought they had said clothes, not coat. You'd think the Mrs. could have said something sooner.
Glint
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 01:22:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Isn't it strange that idiots dribble over nonesense, like they smoked pot or something. Me, I would rather get nekkid; and fondle myself.
Prudella
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 00:30:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Tolkien movie has different worldview than Harry Potter, prof asserts Dec 12, 2001 By Jeff Robinson LOUISVILLE, Ky. (BP)--The forthcoming movie based on J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings" contains a message radically different to that of "Harry Potter" and is worthy of being viewed by Christians, R. Albert Mohler Jr. told a recent radio audience. Mohler, president of Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, and Southern professor James Parker analyzed the Tolkien movie during the radio program "Truth on the Line" Dec. 5. While both movies contain wizards and allusions to magic, Christians have little to fear when it comes to "The Lord of the Rings" due in large part to the fact that Tolkien was himself a committed Christian, the two men said. "The Lord of the Rings" -- set for release on Dec. 19 -- has prompted some of the same questions from Christians as has the controversial "Harry Potter" movie, which is based on J.K. Rowling's wildly popular children's novels about a school for witches. While Christians are leery about the genre of fantasy, these concerns should be allayed by the Tolkien movie, Parker said. The movies present two different worldviews and the characters involved represent diametrically opposite values, Parker said. "People say, 'You have wizards in 'Lord of the Rings' and you also have wizards in 'Harry Potter,' so what is the difference?'" Parker said. "You also have wizards in C.S. Lewis' 'Chronicles of Narnia.' But I think it is important that we see the distinction between what 'Harry Potter' and 'The Lord of the Rings' means when they present wizards. "Gandalf, the wizard in 'The Lord of the Rings,' is an angelic. He is a being created by the One True God who is kind of an arch-angel who is sent to help people accomplish the will of the One True God. So when they do 'magic', it's not magic at all, but it is instead the angelic being which has certain abilities to do things that non-angelic beings cannot do." In 'Harry Potter,' the wizard is a human being who is supernaturally empowered to perform magic tricks that may be used for selfish and even evil purposes, Parker said. "This is where it could get very serious and very dark," he said, adding that "a lot of information in Harry Potter" leads him to conclude that Harry himself is buying into the dark side and into the occult. Another profound difference between the two movies is the fact that the setting for Tolkien's story -- the mythical 'Middle Earth' -- is one that reflects the Christian understanding of reality. In Middle Earth, there is a clear distinction between right and wrong and accountability to a sovereign, holy God who is Lord of the universe, Parker said. Unlike in 'Harry Potter,' Tolkien's movie never presents a scenario in which "the end justifies the means," Parker argued. That is, morality is never viewed pragmatically. The Potter movie reflects a more pantheistic and monistic understanding of reality in which the lines of right and wrong are never really asserted, Parker said. Mohler offered two key guidelines for Christians to follow in allowing their children to view and read fantasy works. He called for discernment and said that parents should read books along with their children, discuss with them what they have read and help them to view all of life through a biblical framework. "Good literature that tells the truth always has to establish itself within the universe of right and wrong," Mohler said. "This means that in a novel, where adultery takes place, it has to be recognized as evil and the evil results have to be demonstrated. "The second principle is this: There has to be a cause and effect relationship in the works of literature. Human beings have to be held responsible for their decisions and evil has to be truthfully portrayed. The results of this have to honestly be demonstrated in the literature." While Parker and Mohler agreed that Christian wisdom and discernment must be employed in movies such as Harry Potter, Mohler recommended the Tolkien movie. "When it comes to J.R.R. Tolkien and 'The Lord of the Rings' and C.S. Lewis and the 'Chronicles of Narnia,' I simply say that Christian parents need to take advantage of the opportunity to use those stories to help ground their children in how to think Christianly."
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 23:35:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Sometimes when there are no hermaphrodites in the back seat to say nasty things about to myself, I just sit on my lawn-mower waiting for the spring gourds to sprout. I sit on my lawn-mower, and if anyone drives by I say to myself, "yeah, like up your ass you disgusting freakazoid asshole driving by my house." Somehow it makes me feel better about things.
Glimpse
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 16:53:23 (EST)
My two cents are: There was a painter along there in the modernity phase, a fellow named Arp, Hans or Franz I think, who painted the unconsciousness of a dog running with its tongue hanging out. Man knew more biology than Jocko Bateson, more than the whole damn Mead family. Not sure praxis is possible without consciousness. Consciousness may well be the primal dough of praxis. The western tongues have no future tense because we believe that the future is tied up in a pseudocorpse nailed to crossed sticks, the revolting image of a man with spikes driven through his wrists and ankles, a shiv slice over his liver, and whom somebody has used his head for a pin-cushion. Who wants a future tense with that disgusting image just over the time horizon?
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- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 16:48:17 (EST)
My two cents are: The center of a spontaneously-generated five-celled ring is all the ocean.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 16:42:24 (EST)
My two cents are: A five-celled ring has excrement?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 16:41:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey meat, I remember reading that when we spontaneosly generate, the first multi-celled thing we become is a five-celled ring. This ring puts all its excrement into the center. It's called an anapore as I recall. Neotony is a frightening concept sometimes.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 16:19:43 (EST)
My two cents are: I saw an ostrich on an animal show this morning. I think they may evolve into dinosaurs one day. The lack of a saltwater cow still bothers me. Was attacked by a meat bee whilst washing the truck awhile ago.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 16:16:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Maybe consciousness, at least as we define it, a sort of cognizance of events if you will, is the opposite of praxis. Consciousness being what you observe sitting backward and looking through the rear window of the '62 Renault in a muddy junkyard. Praxis being having a good time when you totalled the front end of the froggy solex carbuerated contraption and hit the windshield with your forehead. Probably why we have no future tense in any of the proto-indo-european degenerations.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 16:14:24 (EST)
My two cents are: By the way, have you ever seen the toilets they have in the smaller towns of Quebec? There is a shelf where the drain hole in an American toilet or an Algerian toilet would be, so that the expelled matter drops down onto the shelf where it can be observed and evaluated. The drain is behind the shelf, toward the back of the toilet, so that upon flushing the turds are washed back into it. The reason I bring this up is that I am told that the toilets of Vienna are of the same design. Told this by a musician who had studied there, a wag who said it was so that the Viennese could "play with the shit." I imagine that if there is a reason for the design other than the path of expediency taken by the inventor, it is that the turds resting on the shelf can be examined for clues to the state of health of the individual who produced them, an entirely logical purpose. Yet I sometimes wonder whether the design contributed to Freud's gross misinterpretation of the meaning of shit in developmental psychology. Confronting the material in such an unnatural proximity led him to interpret it the way a biologist might misinterpret the ethology of a pair of caged baboons, taking off on all sorts of flights of fancy based on observation of aberrant behavior.
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- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 13:39:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, for one thing, to me a dog running with his tongue hanging out is the opposite of consciousness. Consciousness is a lot more like a dog trying to squat on a toilet, forced to squat there by what I believe was once called the superego. So that it wouldn't have an opportunity to play with its shit during the anal stage. Is that the attraction of Bateson, that he gets things exactly backwards? Or is he just saying that because it is backwards, for the frisson, or out of some deeper understanding of polarity? Beats the hell out of me, but I'll be mulling it over for weeks, especially when I pass by the dog-walking area of the park on my way home from work.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 13:30:13 (EST)
My two cents are: So what???
yawn
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 13:11:27 (EST)
My two cents are: It'll take 4 or 5 posts. Merry xmas fgate. CHAPTER ONE The burger chick story turns out all right. What they did, down at the �In and Out Burger Hut�, is they called the witnesses in one by one to recount their sad histories, and they must have talked to the girl, and they decided to put the two on separate shifts. My kid expresses some outrage, feels that the victim was victimized, because that week she got only one day's work instead of two or three days, but I told him to wait and see, maybe they can figure out a way to equalize the pain in weeks to follow. My personal difficulty with all this is a sense that I have failed in some way as a father, and that my son, at an age when he should be learning to giggle about pubic hairs on his Coke, is concerned with the fact that an object, e.g. this young girl's fistful, was referenced as an object in a conversation in which he was an unwilling participant. I have been counseled on this, and it reminds me of my relationship with my own father, who was brought up a Catholic in culture and never forgave my grandmother for conceiving him out of wedlock. I remember going with my father on a press junket to the contested ground-breaking of a sea-side nuclear power plant when I was in high-school, and his embarrassment when his photographer carried on about taking picture of a guy watering ice-plant from an angle that made it look like the water jet was the gardener pissing through a firehose dick. The old man was uncomfortable at my being around during this male-bonding ceremony, and didn't loosen up until he horked down two or three of the free old-fashioneds they lined up on the bar we stopped at in Petaluma on the way back. Well, what goes around comes around, but beyond that the 31-year-old horn-dog gets a paycheck this month, and the 17-year-old petunia gets confirmation that she can still attract attention. I don't think it's any more serious than that. CHAPTER TWO It was in a garage kind of space, where there were echoes, metallic ones, and the cement floor was covered in an unintelligible constellation of grease-stains. An old Bultaco hidden away under a tarp; a gasket here, a bolt there, a few nuts scattered around underfoot. Harvey Keitel was in charge, as he had always been, but who was the guy on the chair, taking the beating? There was that dark sticky red blood running down the side of one ear, there was some screaming, as if it was coming from far away, but it surely belonged to the guy being held down in the chair. It was a guy, French maybe; no Stilton in sight, but the guy had brie smeared over his shirt, I could smell it a mile away. That, and some funny kind of perfume that reminded him of carbon-based baubles and violet eyes. I wished I hadn't worn the Spandex shirt. I wished I'd brought that sweet, tight-butt elf along for solace. I could use some. So could the guy in the chair. Under all that blood, he looked so familiar, somehow, but I couldn't quite make it out. There was something off-center about his whole head, as if something real important there was missing. Not that i mattered, in the long run. I shifted from foot to foot, impatient for Keitel to get the thing over with, hoping he wasn't just toying around, but he was in the middle of one of his goddman monologues, it could be next week before he'd come to an end. I told him I was going to Denny's. I knew the waitress there. I said I'd be back. Keitel said fuck you man. I knew Keitel. From way back. He was just kidding. Damn that Keitel anyway. Him and his goddamn cheese obsessions. Why all this torture, just for drinking up all of his port, downing all his precious Stilton cheese? Some people could be so sensitive about things that were just objects, in the last analysis. I could have finished off the Brie, too, if he hadn't come in just at that moment. Fuckface. Evil fuckface. They're all like that, so high and mighty, the broads worse than any of them, and when it comes right down to it, I'm the one in the chair with the missing ear, Brie all over my own Spandex shirt, not so different from Keitel's, knocked semi-senseless. I'll be back, though. With the Denny's waitress on my arm, a bottle of Bateson's sherry, a clear understanding of intent, and a whole stack of napkins with a novel's worth of writing. Fuck them all, and fuck their frog cheese, too. Who do they think I am? Punchy clown? The King fucking France? Chapter 3 The Bultaco was sentient, too, but no one, so far, had noticed. It--or rather he--Buddah, as he called himself, lay quiet under the tarp, waiting for the rest of them to finish off the other one, or take him to a rest home, or do whatever humans did in the last analysis. Then he would throw off the tarp, then, when he was alone, and spend a few precious hours of solitutde buzzing around and around the empty, echoing garage, speeding around in circles, making the blessed mystical circles of his kind. Leaving the precious oil, which fell in drops. The drops making constellations on the floor, which passed as meaningless to humankind. He and his kind knew their meaning. But who of the humans would listen to the Bultaco's roar? It was just a machine, to them. More bullshit A Bultaco running in a garage is ear-splitting. believe me, an expansion chamber is not a muffler. Could be fun, though. Does a sentient Bul have ears? Take the bul by the horns. The sentient bul only listens for a bike that may behind it. the garage gets full of blue pre-mix exhaust pretty quick. I generally ran castrols premix 2 stroke oil. its a good smell, rivals musk and white diamonds. I generally ran an eight inch uni foam sock filter soaked in oil hoseclamped straight to the amal. The Bul had a still airbox under the seat but the uni was simpler - at least if you weren't in alot of watery mud. What they've done to dirtbikes is a crime, check out a new eight thousand dollar watercooled 240 pound 28 horsepower yamaha 400 4-stroke. yukkkkk. All that made the Bul an excellent bike sure enough, but the real crowning glory was the way it handled. Like no other bike. Sweet and sure. Forgiving, I've heard it called. A Bul's handling could bail you out of trouble, a quick twist of the throttle would generally put one back into a straight line. One thing I have learned, if a bike ain't easy to push backward into the chicken coop, it ain't gonna handle much better running. If a bike is clumsy and awkward to push around the garage, its design is bad, the frame geometry wrong, shift levers and kick starters hanging out and catching on things will do the same thing on the track as well. Not balanced properly, weight distribution front and rear is wrong. Look at it this way, if it won't go where you want it not running, its not going to do any better when it is. Chapter 4 A brown dog squatted on a toilet, or rather hunched there, his four paws bunched together along the slick n back humped and trembling. Why did they try it, he thought, why did they try to teach me how to do this? Sure, I missed the papers a few times, I'll admit it, and I know how the big one who brings the food bowl hates to scoop up the turds from the sidewalk or even the petunia-beds, but maybe if he would get down and smell them, learn how to read them and the lessons they tell, it would be different. They must think I'm a damned cat, but a dog doesn't have static balance, a dog's balance is like a motorcycle's balance, it happens running, not hunched over some fucking oubliette waiting for the record of his whole recent history to drop in and wash away like catshit. The dog is dynamic balance, he earns his chuck running, the paws got to move and move fast, he's digitigrade, on his toes not a big fat ass, his tail is part of it only streaming in the wind, rocking behind, balance all the way to the tip of the snout, maybe telegraphing what the snout senses, not curled up against a lid and the end dipped into somebody else's gry else's green-blue chrome corrosion and black fungus and dead hairs. The next thing you know, thought the big brown dog, the bitch will try to teach me to back into a chicken coop. Bateson described consciousness as a dog running with its tongue out. The dog lives to run, and runs to live, leaving his excretium any old where he does not have to lie down, only maybe come upon it again, running, and pause to savor it like an old magazine. The dog is the motorcycle of the animal world, a small motorcycle running in a friendly gang, like a troop of Japanese civil engineers on a cafe-racer holiday to Osaka, or an association of fat Nebraska beet farmers and their wives on Gold Wings, or a snarling pack of southeast Oakland methedrine thugs on chopped Harleys. A dog doesn't back up into a chicken coop, hell, he doesn't back up anywhere, has no reverse gear; a dog is forward, his eyes are focused forward, his ears, his nose, because that is where he is going, and he has no interest in what lies behind, unless it may be approached in a glorious loop, leaning inward like a pinnace hauled close to a fresh gale. There is no useful balance to a still dog, other than a balanced required to collect the fruits of the next forward motion, or to appreciate the possibilities of a new direction. The dog is so well-equipped for running that at a pace that is balls-out speed in most creatures he need use only three of his four legs, carrying the fourth folded in reserve. His brakes are laughable, and coming to a sudden stop he is at his worst, although given room, an adequate runway, he can shed velocity gracefully. At rest, he is often disgusting, licking his genitalia or biting his hocks, a creature from Heironymous Bosch. In old age, when his legs have lost their spring, he is little better than a wheelbarrow capable of carrying nothing more than his own memories of speed. Chapter 5 (part one) I hit second turning out of the driveway when I realized I'd left my Gauloises in the garage. A cup of coffee at Denny's just wouldn�t work without them. Keitel was burning the guy's arm with one of them when I got back inside, which seemed futile as the guy was pretty much past that level of pain by now anyway. Keitel said he was doing it for the aroma, nothing more, and tossed the Gauloises at me from across the room. Karma, I tried to figure for a moment. Was the guy in the chair's karma bad or was Keitel just accruing some? Maybe it was like the sand in a sandbox, piling up here but lower over there now, still there never being anymore sand in the box than there already was. Except for the occasional addition of a cat turd. It was raining when I left the manifestation of karma in the garage and went back outside. The corvair was idling smoothly, which it only did in the rain, when it was raining, I mean, because it would still idle smoothly in the covered eat-in-your-car spaces at the In-and Out Burger when it was raining even though it wasn't in the rain. There'd been some flak at the in-and-out lately. Something about a young girl and an old guy. I wheeled the corvair around, U-turn, middle of the street, fuck ralphie I thought. If this chick was hot enough to hock the family Christmas for, I at least wanted a good look.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 08:51:33 (EST)
My two cents are: So what?
???
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 03:19:30 (EST)
My two cents are: SATURDAY DECEMBER 22 2001 India and Pakistan on the brink of war FROM COOMI KAPOOR IN DELHI AND ZAHID HUSSAIN IN ISLAMABAD INDIA and Pakistan moved closer to a state of war yesterday, as Delhi recalled its envoy from Islamabad and sealed border crossings and both sides deployed thousands of reinforcements along their frontier. The sabre-rattling raised fears around the world that the two nuclear powers were on the brink of a new round of bloodshed, which would undermine the international coalition�s war against terror in the region. India began the escalation when it withdrew Vijay Nambiar, its High Commissioner in Islamabad. The move is more than a symbolic diplomatic protest. Only twice before, in 1965 and again in 1971, has Delhi recalled its envoy. On each occasion the two countries were at war shortly afterwards. The action followed growing demands across the political spectrum in India for the Army to attack two militant Islamic groups that are based across the border in Pakistan and accused of carrying out the attack last week on the Indian Parliament that left 14 dead, including the five assailants. India and Pakistan last clashed in 1999 in a mountain battle at Kargil in the disputed Kashmir province. Hundreds of Indian and Pakistani troops were killed. This time the stakes are even higher. In addition to reinforcements along the Line of Control, which separates the two sides in Kashmir, tanks, artillery and infantry have also been deployed along the normally peaceful Rajasthan-Sind border. Yesterday�s escalation began when India launched a verbal assault against its historic rival, accusing Pakistan of �sponsoring last week�s suicide attack on the Indian Parliament�. Pakistan hit back by charging the Indians with provocation and warning Delhi that it would defend itself if attacked. The threats and counter- threats caused alarm in Washington and London, which are preoccupied with trying to complete their operations against terrorist suspects in Afghanistan and instal a new government in Kabul. To achieve that they need stability in the region and the help of President Musharraf of Pakistan. Western sources said that they feared that the Pakistani leader was not able to control elements of his military and intelligence services, who were deliberately encouraging extremist groups in the hope of provoking a clash with India. Western officials privately appealed to India to show restraint, but the Government in Delhi was under mounting public pressure to respond decisively. In addition to recalling its envoy, India cut road and rail links, including the DelhiLahore bus service, which was opened only two years ago as part of a peace drive between the two neighbours. The Indian authorities alleged that the five gunmen involved in last week�s gun and grenade attack were members of Lashkar-e-Taiba and Jaish-e-Muhammad, two Kashmiri rebel groups based in Pakistan. Indian investigators claim that the conspiracy to storm Parliament House in Delhi was hatched in Pakistan and that the cellphone records of the dead assailants and the confessions of those arrested for abetting them establish Pakistan�s involvement. On Thursday the Indian Government produced one of the accused, an Indian named Kashmiri Mohammed Afzal, before the media. He said that the suicide squad was from Pakistan and that he was the link man between them and Jaish-e-Muhammad. The Indian Government is upset by what it considers the US�s refusal to accept the evidence of Pakistan�s role in continuing to foment terrorism in India and believes that the US is deliberately turning a blind eye because it does not want General Musharraf to be destabilised. Pakistan has rejected India�s accusations that its intelligence service supported the attack and said that it would take no action until India supplied proof. India on Thursday rejected a US request to share its evidence with Pakistan so that General Musharraf could crack down on the militants. Most defence observers agree that the situation in the region is the most serious since May 1999 when Pakistan�s military intrusion in Kashmir brought the two nations close to a full war. The danger was averted when Pakistan pulled out its troops from Kashmir�s Kargil mountain post under US pressure.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 22, 2001 at 00:28:03 (EST)
My two cents are: ``Thank you for your condolences. I appreciate your flowers. Now arrest somebody if they're in your country.'' George W Bush
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 23:59:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Bush, in an interview with reporters in Washington, said great progress had been made in his ``war on terrorism'' but warned that peace was not at hand. ``Next year will be a war year as well because we're going to continue to hunt down these al Qaeda people in this particular theater, as well as other places,'' he said. Bush said the United States would be willing to send U.S. special forces or logistical support to countries that ask for help. Washington has identified more than 60 countries with al Qaeda cells in them in the wake of the Sept. 11 attacks on New York and Washington. ``Our war against terror extends way beyond Afghanistan. And at some point in time maybe some president will come and say you have the expertise that we don't, would you mind maybe have some of your troops with ours. And the answer is, 'you bet,''' Bush said. http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20011221/ts/attack_dc_1137.html
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 23:56:39 (EST)
My two cents are: If the government can read your emails and tap your phonecalls, where does everyone go to talk these days? How does anything in Washington get done?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 23:45:01 (EST)
My two cents are: He just couldn't get Brtinhe out of his mind. The eyelashes, the legs, the sick sick unspoken promise of Britnhe. It was time for the private collection. Time to wash his pants.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 22:32:56 (EST)
My two cents are: One man's birdfeeder is another man's Britnhe.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 22:30:51 (EST)
My two cents are: always knew this was going to be a problem birdfeeder. never quite figured it was going to tilt the ecosystem, the universe...
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 22:29:42 (EST)
My two cents are: So go outside near the birdfeeder from hell that I always bang my head on and drew the Lotka sparrow puddle because its going to rain and freeze for 2 weeks and I need to move some more wood up onto the dry part of the porch. I'm moving this pile of logs and there's all this green stuff growing in the woodpile. Little seedshoots like from a veggie salad in a fern bar or something. Not moss or rotting shit like would make dirt out of a planet or anything. And it hits me, it's sprouted birdseed. So I keep moving logs, and next, a mouse. And I think "aha" biology, a spontaneosly generated mouse from birdseed, wood, and little plants.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 22:11:41 (EST)
My two cents are: ok, how and when should candycane man get posted? I'm thinking about three to five posts - sort of one longish one per day from now till xmas or so.
..
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 22:05:07 (EST)
My two cents are: (burp)
doink
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 20:00:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Of course the government supports the airlines. It's called capitalism. If the government didn't support the airlines, then all we would be left with would be a bunch of airplanes, airports, pilots, baggage-handlers, ticket sellers, and people wanting to ride in airplanes. Private citizens trying to make a buck out of the deal could be risking their shirts. Why should investing in an airline be like investing in a dry-cleaning store? No, the government owes it to the airline investor to keep his net value up. Capitalism, that's the ticket.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:38:05 (EST)
My two cents are: I mean, who is an Oklahoma City victim going to sue, the Ryder Truck Rental Company? Get real. Even if they do sue Ryder, how many Congressmen does that outfit own? You could count them on the fingers of one hand. As for the World Trade Center thing, why should my American Airlines stock go down just because American Airlines didn't provide airport security the way it was supposed to? Do you know how much cockpit doors cost?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:34:38 (EST)
My two cents are: So what you are saying is the government supports the airlines? Sounds like socialism to me.
Mary
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:32:39 (EST)
My two cents are: I believe the precedent is called the "pigeon drop."
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:27:11 (EST)
My two cents are: OK, I will tell you. The deal is, if the government doesn't front the $1.6 million per, these people will sue the airlines for hiring ex-convicts to run the security counter, and the airlines will go belly-up. To get the government money, you have to promise not to sue the airlines. If the airlines go belly-up, then those of us who own a lot of airline stocks will wonder why we voted Republican. Do you get it now? The trick is to pay off the victims with taxpayer money rather than risking our airline wealth in court. Hey, is this a great country or what?
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- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:26:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Can someone please tell me why the government is getting involved? Is there a precedence for this?
Mary
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:21:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, I was there. Just checking things out. Some people say that I was in California, polishing a chair with my ass, but I was in the World Trade Center buying a pack of gum from that blind guy on the first floor. When the building got smokey I led sixty people to safety, didn't get their names. Do I have to fill out any forms, or can I have my accountant do it?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:18:06 (EST)
My two cents are: It's like winning a class-action suit against Johnson & Johnson without even hiring a lawyer. All you had to do was gather up your skirts and waddle out of the building before it fell, and you're an instant millionaire. How is Regis ever going to compete? The world will never be the same after 9/11.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:16:09 (EST)
My two cents are: The MacVeigh victims, some of them, are pissed off because the trade tower people get $1.6 mil each, while if your belly-button was blown off in Oklahoma City all you got was maybe $75K max. That's not even counting the Red Cross money and the various other funds. Anyone who was dusted with ash on September 11 stands to win the brass ring. Is America a great country or what?
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- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:14:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Ah, that was just the Pineapple again, hoping against hope. Funny how an ugly soul can't recognize how ugly it really is.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:11:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Anonymous, fetching for my age? :) As George W Bush is my President, I swear I'm 39. I just put a halt to the counting.
Mary
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:04:24 (EST)
My two cents are: President* Bush doesn't need Al Gore to come close enough. He's going to try it with just Anton Scalia this time.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 19:01:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Chief Pentagon Spokesman Maxwell Smart issued the Defense Department's three word comment on the incident: "Sorry about that."
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 15:58:39 (EST)
My two cents are: A U.S. airstrike on a convoy thought by the Pentagon to be Taliban or al-Qaida leaders instead killed Afghan tribal elders who were heading to the capital Kabul for Saturday�s inauguration of a new interim government, a Kabul official said Friday. A press report from the region said up to 65 people were killed.
Oops
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 15:56:41 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.bartcop.com/libbias.htm
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 15:18:45 (EST)
My two cents are: I hear Al Gore is going to work on President Bush's re-election campaign again.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 14:38:18 (EST)
My two cents are: The list of people in the media who say that conservatives have no voice in the media goes on and on and on.....
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 14:10:48 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.observer.com/pages/story.asp?ID=3706
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 14:07:53 (EST)
My two cents are: So, the Bush administration* lied about the translation of the Osama tape, eh? Tried to protect our "ally," Saudi Arabia. Can you say, soft of terrorism?
let's get some adults in the White House
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 13:51:42 (EST)
My two cents are: First it was the boils. Now it's lesions. Pre-cancerous lesions. The president* owes all his popularity to the Evil One and his face can't take it. Nevertheless, I support Governor Bush. If he keeps doing a good job maybe we'll elect him President in 2004.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 13:45:34 (EST)
My two cents are: A delightful wreck???
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 13:14:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Saw a delightful wreck happen the other night in Carroll Co. I was heading north on 27 and up ahead were three cars in front of me approaching the next light, which was green. Suddenly a pick up truck (who else) turns left in front of the lead car, an SUV. I saw the SUV's brake lights come on and then swerve to avoid a collision to no avail. The tail lights swung up into the air on impact and the pickup truck was knocked airborn into a spin and ended up turned 180 degrees. Looks like it clipped a red car waiting at the stop light. The moron behind the wheel of the pickup was slumped over the wheel when I arrived about 6 seconds later. Probably drunk, serves him right. I was tempted to stop and give him hell but realized that since I was returning from a former client's holiday open bar in fashionable Bethesda it might not be good this time to be pointing out to the cops whose fault it was. Actually, the party was attended by two former clients who had both been acquired by the same company.
Glint <edited for grammar>
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 08:47:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Saw a delightful wreck happen the other night in Carroll Co. I was heading north on 27 and up the three cars in front of me (who else) turned left in front of the lead car, an SUV. I saw the SUV's brake lights come on and then swerve to avoid a collision to no avail. The tail lights swung up into the air on impact and the pickup truck was knocked airborn into a spin and ended up turned 180 degrees. Looks like it clipped a red car waiting at the stop light. The moron behind the wheel of the pickup was slumped over the wheel when I arrived about 6 seconds later. Probably drunk, serves him right. I was tempted to stop and give him hell but realized that since I was returning from a former client's holiday open bar in fashionable Bethesda it might not be good this time to be pointing out to the cops whose fault it was. Actually, the party was attended by two former clients who had both been acquired by the same company. This has been a week chock full of eye candy.
Glint
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 08:44:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Montalvo was in luck. He found copies of the scanned sheeit pics nestled in a temp directory. With just a few clicks they were safely added to his "private collection" files. There, he could gently soften or brighten the skin tones and if he wanted, zoom in to look for the faint outline of a lectern bumper. Sometimes he did this for hours. He had tired of the hairnetted woman that smelled perenially of ketchup. Once, when he had been browsing his collection for awhile before dinner she had asked "What's that all over the front of your trousers?". "Soap" he replied, "it's soap". Like the gourds, the sheeit began to loom large and dominate his mind. Late at night he would steal out to the minivan and sit where the sheeit had sat, a jar of urine on the seat beside him. It had taken alot to wash the drippings of brasilian musk from the backseat of the minivan but the little britney sheeit had done the trick. There seemed to soap on his trousers again.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 07:17:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Look, Coulter is just doing her bit to keep the commentary flowing. The liberal media are dumbstruck by the Churchillian proportions president* Bush's public image. They are stunned like a deer in the headlights, and we haven't heard a peep out of them since he went to New York City and praised the firemen. To those of us who spotted his leadership potential back when we learned that his dad was willing to turn his whole cabinet over to him, including the oddly nauseating James Baker and Oil-patch Cheney, his current high poll numbers are not surprising at all. We knew that the boy had potential even back then, and that all that would take to kick-start him would be a couple of sky-scrapers falling down on national TV.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 03:50:17 (EST)
My two cents are: I don't think Ann Coulter seriously thinks we will nuke France. I think she is using the situation as an opportunity to make witty comments about how they lost the Second World War.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 03:40:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Jostled by the fat farmer behind him, the rube stumbled into the spaghetti-breathed woman, his cell-phone holster jamming into her kidney. The woman gasped and stiffened, then fell backward flat onto the aisle floor as if she had been fallen by a timberjack. Her body convulsed and relaxed, and a greyish slime seeped from her left ear. Mucus collected on her upper lip. The rube stared in horror. What should he do? If he turned and looked into the viewing window, the Ball-chested Boy might be facing him with his arms spread, giving him a view worth any man's ten dollars. But if he turned to gape at the freak, he might miss the sight of the bad-breathed woman dying on the floor in front of him. The rube had better choose quickly, or he could miss both.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 03:35:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Take your pick: Would you rather have your weenie blown off by a militant mooslime, or sucked by a sweet thang'???
Farmer Jones
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 02:27:55 (EST)
My two cents are: The rube stood in line behind the fat lady with bad breath on the steps of the trailer. It had been a long wait, but soon he would see the Ball-chested Boy. Wasn't much else that interested him at the Nebraska State Fair. Oh, sure, there was the Ferris Wheel, big whoop, and the Persian-looking guy who guessed your weight and if you wore a thick jacket and scrunched up inside it and he was more than ten pounds off you'd win a painted plaster stature of a Basset hound or a junior box of pone candy. A man felt good walking down the fairway with one of them prizes under his arm, felt like someone who could take care of business. But where it was at for the rube was to look through the finger-smeared window into where the Ball-Chested Boy was playing with the Lego blocks. Only last year, the Boy had been facing away, and all the rube could see as he was pushed through the viewing aisle by the impatient men in plastic hats and tractor-driver jumper suits behind him was a bulge about the size of a marble, an Aggie, from around the back of the Boy's ribs, under his T-shirt. This year the rube hoped that the Boy would be facing toward the mirror-glass on his side of the nursery viewing window, and he could see more. For ten bucks he'd better see more, or he was going to write a nasty letter to the State Fair web site.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 02:01:14 (EST)
My two cents are: A few months back Poe was scanning some pics. I asked what she was doing and she said that her friend Sheeit had asked her to scan them for it and put them on a disk. They were pictures with Sheeit dressed up in skimpy clothes. What is this, his Halloween costum? No, it was what Poe described as its Britney Spears outfit.
Glint
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:44:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Let's talk casting. The Sheeit can be played by that drummer in the band Hanson. Dye his hair brown or get a mop. See if that chick from Beetlejuice is availble for Poe. The starring role, me, is perfect for Dom Delouise. If he's busy give Ernest Borgnine a call .
Glint
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:30:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the gears are turning on the L'American Beauty script, 01:15:50. Let's talk about residuals and DVD rights. Have your people call my people in the morning.
Glint
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:27:02 (EST)
My two cents are: I once worked with a guy who was going through the change. We were both consulting at a local university that was building a defense satellite. He was hardware I was software. You know what I mean, please cleanse your mind. So he went direct as a captured employee for the medical benefits and because that university had world renown in that area of surgery where they poke your weenie inside out into your pelvis and stitch your balls onto your chest. He took the hormones and grew a pair of unnatural gourds right on the rib rack. To make a long story short, so to speak, he got axed by the university before he got guillotined. So he walked out of there an ugly 40ish shemale. Nothing at all like the lolita boy.
Glint
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:21:31 (EST)
My two cents are: Montalvo casually adjusted the big Chrysler's rear-view mirror, muttering something to himself about "these damn tail-gaiters", so that the tantalizing child's eyes were just visible above the rim. That could happen, couldn't it? It wasn't too obvious? The creamy pubescent hermaphrodite in the back seat would never know that his chums' father had been spying on him as they drove to school, would never suspect the thoughts that passed through the father's head, the judgements that were made or the plans that were carefully laid. Montalvo watched. Just above the rim, he watched, the way a snake watches an egg that will soon hatch....
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:15:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Think maybe I'll buy a hot tub.
Glint
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:11:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Wunst you let them into your Chrysler, you might as well be letting them into your asshole.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:07:44 (EST)
My two cents are: The European-looking ones is the worst kinds.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:05:38 (EST)
My two cents are: I wonder which is better for spicing up a marriage, an asian coed or a sheeit lolita?
Glint
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:03:42 (EST)
My two cents are: "Heerd about them men who dresses up like women, but never thought I'd see one in my own neighborhood." Hell, I never thought I'd see a European type girly boy in the rear view mirror sitting in the back seat of my American-built Crysler.
Glint
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 01:00:41 (EST)
My two cents are: From another frame of reference, Bush was growing boils with a look in his eye of a stunned muskrat in a jack-light. What is more interesting is your idea that the part of the press that impresses you, the chattering part, looks for a story to tell, the more obvious the better: a third-rater becomes a solid second-rater under stress, learns to read his lines or at least habituates the listener to his style, presides over an unfolding overseas adventure while trying to avoid associating himself too blatantly with domestic affairs. There is more to public affairs than appearances as presented to and perceived by Mr. Breightly, the lowest common denominator. A willingness to see Snippy as assembling adults or Gore as playing with children shows little about what happened, but a lot about why the country tolerated its happening.
House of Meat
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 00:58:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Seen a movie in town, they had men like women, with tits, only with a dick too. Rich women paid to have sex intercourse with 'em. If Poe ever did that, I'd rip her panties right off and strangle her with 'em. The black panties, with the red rose. The one's from Frederic's of Hollywood, in the back of the drawer.
Glimpse
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 00:51:10 (EST)
My two cents are: The liberal press seems befuddled as a spotlit deer when it comes to the way Bush has handled this war on terrorism. For those of us who backed Dubya before it became fashionable his potential was obvious way back during the contestation period following the election. Bush was at the ranch assembling the adults for his cabinet while Gore was out playing nerf ball with the kids.
Glint
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 00:49:19 (EST)
My two cents are: I don't hold with no boy turning into no girl. 'Tain't natural. Boy should be a boy, baseball, football, owl huntin'. Boy shouldn't have not tits and no false eyelashes. Sign of Jezebeel. I hear they does it with sheep. I hear the Pope does it in the woods with shit from a bear. Talk like a bunch a magpies squallerin' in the hay, can't even understand their jabber. Tain't right. They'd never get away with it back home. Can't even get to the school bus on time, paintin' up their faces. Back home bus wouldn't pick 'em up no ways. Walkin to school, somebody go up on the path and get 'em. Maybe the deacon, maybe even the mayor. The Lord's will be done.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 00:48:31 (EST)
My two cents are: Dead bang fags.
Yuck
- Friday, December 21, 2001 at 00:41:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Stop worrying about the priests. Lucky me, I had an opportunity to run into sheeit twice in one day. Could it be destiny. Tonight was the HS concert chorus concert. There, on the top row with the tall girls sheeit stood in a black gown, playing with it's hair. Speaking of hair I couldn't help noticing the obvious false eyelashes in the Chrysler's rear view this morning. I wonder if those fresh new knockers have ever caressed a fleshy banana between them. Surely sheeit choked on a one-eyed tongue depressor or two back in the day it was child actor hanging around the fags in the local community theatre. We know first hand what a bunch of perverts they are. How else can you explain the internal gender tussel. According to young Poe sheeit is frustrated because its having trouble getting the boys at school to notice it. Yeah, the same boys it shared the gym locker room with. I wonder who it showers with these days? Perhaps it needs the guidance of an experienced older man. Who knows, what we have here might could be the basis for American Beauty parte dos. Best place to start might be to have the young sheeit over for dinner before the Rose Bowl followed by a period of bonding during the game.
Glint
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 23:16:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Shit, half the world ran to the US trying to hide their assholes and children from the catholic priests.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 23:08:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Someone ought to write "The History of Homosexual Colonialism".
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 23:06:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Thing is, colonialism was never straight. It was mostly homosexual. First the priests, then the brits and then the frogs. A pecker order so to speak.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 21:16:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Lighten up Glint.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 21:10:43 (EST)
My two cents are: What makes the islamic situation a little different from straight colonialism or slavery is that you can't export anything but the crude oil. Colonialism started with exporting raw materials but quickly evolved into at least some manner of reduction processing at the point of origin to save shipping costs. If Crynic were here, he could tell us about these glory days of the maritime industry. But a tanker full of refined gas just dosen't cut it with the captain smoking his pipe on deck and the lads brawling for a pack of navy cut below decks. So the equation changed and the maritime industry was ill-equipped with the foresight to see the implications the change in trade heralded. A Conrad might have seen it. A Kipling, but not a soft and gentle lotion handed man of the sea like the crynic. The maritime industry was the clutch in this one, the transition point. Apparently, they were asleep at the wheel.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 21:08:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Colonialism: Rule the First - Never show the natives how to sharpen a stick.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 21:02:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Heerd about them men who dresses up like women, but never thought I'd see one in my own neighborhood. Probly late for school all the time because of puttin' on eye makeup like a woman. When they get their whanger lopped off, then they'll be even later from swappin' the pads, by gum.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 21:02:13 (EST)
My two cents are: I think I'm catching the drift here. What about the Fins? the Swedes? the Norse and the Dutch? Sitting all cozy in countries too cold to support a camel you see. Plus, nobody is going to tape themselves up with explosives to take out a mud hut municipal long distance telephone office on the outskirts of Bogota.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 21:01:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Spent the whole afternoon washing the queer-cooties off the back seat?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 20:57:44 (EST)
My two cents are: Gosh, if he'd just left off the first tag, we would have had to wait until the end of the heartwarming little tale to find out that the mind of a six-year-old is, indeed, wonderful.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 20:56:58 (EST)
My two cents are: > The mind of a six-year old is wonderful. > > > > > >First grade...true story. > > > > > > One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken > Little > > to her > > >class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little tried to > warn > > the > > >farmer. She read, ".... and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer > and > > >said, 'The sky is falling, the sky is falling!'" > > > The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think > that > > >farmer said?" > > > One little girl raised her hand and said, "I think he said: 'Holy > Shit! > > >A talking chicken!'" >>The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 15:46:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Oh my goodness. Those 'its' are the scourge of the earth, a boil on the butt of humanity.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 15:22:29 (EST)
My two cents are: I haven't added anything to the collection of "unemployment tunes" since . So, let me add another - "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer." The George Thorogood version, not the John Lee Hooker one.
Glint
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 14:45:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Time to saw off your shotgun, Glint.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 14:28:25 (EST)
My two cents are: http://news.cnet.com/news/0-1005-200-8242259.html?tag=mn_hd
uhoh
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 14:26:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Back in the early days of Fornigate I mentioned a neihbor lad form over the other side of the dome, who thought he was a girl, and attended the same middle school with my macabre daugher, Poe. I recall explaining how I found him once sitting on my daughter's bed brushing the hair of the daughter of another amateur stronomer and also how he onced showed up for dinner with her other friends dressed as Jackie O. complete with scarf and dark shades with oversized lenses. At the time Eleanor was here and read me the riot act about counseling, sensitivity, and the whole 9 yards. It's all in the pickle jar somewhere. Seeing as how her dingy tunnel no longer darkens these hallowed halls, I may continue with the continuation of the story since the children are now in high school. So we went to a holiday concert at the school this week featuring the show choir and jazz band. Apparently the brush boy has leaped completely out of the closet there sheeit was up on stage singing and swaying and dressed in a black gown! The hair had grown out well past past its shoulders and I didn't notice who sheeit was until the Mrs. pointed it out. "Falsies?" I whispered back. Nope, boobs swelled with hormones. I looked at the program and whispered back that I couldn't wait until they sang the "Man, I feel like a Woman" number. Unfortunately sheeit sat that one out for some reason. This morning there were gusty winds and the kids asked if I'd roll out of bed and give them a ride down to the highway to catch their bus since they were hauling musicall instruments, backpacks, Christmas cookie platters, and gifts for their friends and teachers. We reach the end of the driveway and am surpised to find sheeit standing there. I assumed it's mother must have deposited this portable hormone battlefield next to our mailbox. The girls rolled the window down and giggled, "come on, hop in." All of a sudden I can feel myself morphing into Carroll O'Conner's Archie. So sheeit's sitting in the back seat of the Chrysler and the girls ask what it's doing here. "Um, <lip smack>> Must have missed the bus." "Need to figure out how to slather your makeup on faster," I was tempted to say, but bit my tongue. "Wait until after the amputation and you got to get up and swap pads you silly dumb cl*ck," I thought. My tongue was starting to bleed. Thankfully blessed relief arrived in the form of a long yellow bus. And off they went.
Glint
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 14:16:33 (EST)
My two cents are: I like that ananas has become a coward anon.

- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 13:54:40 (EST)
My two cents are: I'm hoping the Queen of France column was deft satire?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 13:53:45 (EST)
My two cents are: Eat Crowe is certainly running out of material.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 13:44:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Even a beautiful mind knows that fags f*cking is really stupid.
Eat Crowe
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 12:59:13 (EST)
My two cents are: It seems almost impossible, but I do believe Ann is running out of "A" material.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 12:22:25 (EST)
My two cents are: As pundits mull whether America's next target in the war on terrorism should be Iraq or a smaller quarry first � such as the Sudan or Somalia � it's time to consider another petri dish of ferocious anti-American hatred and terrorist activity. The Bush doctrine is: We are at war not only with the terrorists, but also with those who harbor them. We've got to attack France. Having exhausted itself in a spirited fight with the Nazis in the last war, France cannot work up the energy to oppose terrorism. For decades now, France has nurtured, coddled and funded Islamic terrorists. (Moreover, the Great Satan is getting a little sick of our McDonald's franchises being attacked on behalf of notoriously inefficient French dairy farmers.) At the 1972 Olympics, Muslim terrorists assassinated 11 Israeli athletes and one German policeman. Five years later, acting on intelligence from Israeli secret police, French counterespionage agents arrested the reputed mastermind of the massacre, Abu Daoud. Both Israel and West Germany sought the extradition of Daoud. Afraid of upsetting Muslim terrorists, France refused on technical grounds and set him free. In 1986, Libyan agents of Moammar Gadhafi planted a bomb in a West Berlin discotheque, killing an American serviceman and a Turkish woman. Hundreds more were injured. President Reagan retaliated with air strikes against Libyan military targets � including Gadhafi's living quarters. Quaking in the face of this show of manly force, France denied America the use of its airspace. As a consequence, American pilots were required to begin their missions from airbases in Britain. When the pilots finally made it to Tripoli, tired from the long flights and showing a puckish sense of humor, they bombed the French embassy by mistake. POW! So sorry, our mistake. France has repeatedly decried economic sanctions against Iraq and has accused the United Nations of manufacturing evidence against Saddam Hussein. The U.N., not even the Great Satan. The French U.N. ambassador dismissed aerial photographs of Iraqi military trucks fleeing inspections sites just before U.N. weapons inspectors arrived as � quote � "perhaps a truckers' picnic." Along with the rest of the European Union, France sends millions of dollars to the Palestinian Authority every year. Sucking up to the P.A. has really paid dividends to the craven butterbellies. While visiting Arafat in Gaza last year to announce several million more dollars in aid, Prime Minister Lionel Jospin was attacked by angry, stone-throwing Palestinian students. Earlier this year, France connived with human-rights champions China and Cuba to toss the United States off the U.N. Human Rights Commission. Sudan took America's place, and, if its diplomats are not too bogged down with human torture and slave trading, they are very much looking forward to attending the meetings. This summer, Paris made Mumia Abu-Jamal an honorary citizen of Paris. In America's cowboy, bloodlust, rush-to-judgment approach to the death penalty, this convicted Philadelphia cop-killer has been sitting on death row � and giving radio interviews and college commencement addresses � for 20 years. Since "Mumia" sounds like a Muslim terrorist, Parisians can use the same bumper stickers for the war. Two weeks into America's war on terrorism, Le Figaro began calling for "American restraint." In polls, 47 percent of the French said they believed the U.S. military action was failing. Seventeen percent thought it was working (which was � admittedly � 17 percent more than on the New York Times editorial page). Flaunting France's well-established reputation as a fearsome fighting machine, the French foreign minister, Hubert Vedrine, immediately advised the United States to stop bombing Afghanistan. The first indictment to come out of the Sept. 11 attacks was of a French national, Zacarias Moussaoui. He is believed to be the intended 20th hijacker on Bloody Tuesday. France quickly moved to extend consular protection for Moussaoui. Intriguingly, French Justice Minister Marylise Lebranchu has demanded that Moussaoui not be executed. Mlle. Lebranchu seems to have forgotten, but WE ARE THE GREAT SATAN! We also have Moussaoui. It's annoying enough when these celebrated Nazi slayers refuse to extradite terrorists on the grounds that America does not observe the pristine judicial formalities of their pals, China, Cuba and the Sudan. But under what zany theory of international law does France think it can tell us what to do with a terrorist we caught right here on U.S. soil? The Great Satan is wearying of this reverse hegemony, in which little pipsqueak nations try to impose their pipsqueak values on us. Aren't we the ones who should be arrogantly oppressing countries that unaccountably do not have the death penalty? And now, as America goes about building support for an attack on Iraq � guess who's complaining? The turtlenecked chickens are terrified of offending fanatical Muslims and inviting a terrorist attack, but Arab leaders are supposed to face down the vastly larger populations of crazies living in their own countries. While France whines, Turkey � a predominantly Muslim country, I note � is preparing its airstrips for a possible U.S. attack on Iraq. If this is a war against terrorism and not a Eurocentric war against Islam, the conclusion is ineluctable: We must attack France. What are they going to do? Fight us?
Spot-on, Meat!
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 11:48:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Where does he get them all? They just keep coming.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 03:45:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Another hilarious Pineapple riposte.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 03:43:55 (EST)
My two cents are: (burp)

- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 02:40:41 (EST)
My two cents are: I predict that Ms. Coulter's next column will be a weird but transendentally irrelevant attack on France and all that is French. She will probably take them to task for torturing all those Arabs during the Algerian war, and dealing too harshly with them during the subsequent forty years of Islamic terrorist attacks in France. She may, of course, relent on the question of Al Queda's recent bomings in the Paris m�tro.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 01:49:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Until then, goodnight.
Glint
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 00:44:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Why wait until tomorrow? You Cali boys can hear her right now, live on AM 560! She's chattering about her fascination with the left's obsession with Chritianity and Christians. Good stuff. She's pimping some book she wrote.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 00:38:40 (EST)
My two cents are: I guess tomorrow Ann Coulter's holiday column will come out.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 20, 2001 at 00:14:16 (EST)
My two cents are: It's pretty much a world series win for the socialsits, now that Snippy has revealed himself a sleeper socialsit. Giving White House diversity dinners, helping the US poor, helping the world's poor, helping the oppressed, especially women, you gotta admit he's really got the end justifying the socialsit agenda. It's incredible. Not only did Gore really win, but Bush has actually BECOME Gore. Go, Al, go!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 23:07:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Wait a second. I'm Dean.
Dean 4 or 5 of 22
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 22:15:17 (EST)
My two cents are: I hear meat bees.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 21:52:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Shut-up Montalvo. Would you please just fucking shut-up!!!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 21:50:48 (EST)
My two cents are: No, it's my turn to be Dean. You promised last time.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 21:49:59 (EST)
My two cents are: What, you think I'm Dean?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 21:48:47 (EST)
My two cents are: ah go fuck a barnacle goose
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 21:48:17 (EST)
My two cents are: Spontaneous generation? How about Kerouac's "on the road"? I hear it's listed in guiness as the world's longest benzadrine induced sentence.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 21:47:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Socialism, sheeeit. We've got shrubbie pushing for medicare prescription coverage. Pure Marx. Q.E.D.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 21:42:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Now your run of the mill biologist may think the indian just sprang up, probably from some type of spontaneous generation involving funny colored ears of corn and some other substance he'd probably refer to as an apriori essence or something. Zelda was the true essence of spontaneous generation anyway. Maybe Bjork too. But looking around the sides of the mill, where the water tends to babble soft tones that sound like "Lotka Lotka Lotka" is where you'll find a true explanation of the peopling of the new world. I was talking to Professor Trotyodogsky once about proto-athabaskan linguistics as evidence of peoples crossing the bearing straits land bridge during the ice age. And he stopped me cold. "What? you think they just packed up their suitcases and walked over?" listen kid, he explained, people dont move like that. For one, they move when they have to and only when they have to, ask a landlord. The real driver he said, is population pressure forcing the edge of town ever further and further out in little ripples. So the new world was peopled by those pushed to the edge and beyond that and beyond that. Some years later, in another discussion related which was related to poverty he remarked "the rich move, the poor migrate".
Borg 7 of 22
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 21:38:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Sniff sniff sniff went the Pineapple. A pathetic display.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 21:16:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Your mother was a child in the 30s? Gee, that makes you pretty much a spring chicken yourself, eh? What, mid-40ish?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 19:40:26 (EST)
My two cents are: Fox News Channel's Sheppard Smith announced that the network will present, tonight, someone who will detail her knowledge of how a prominent women's group was paid for its silence on the Lewinsky scandal.
duh
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 19:38:01 (EST)
My two cents are: I have this terrible cold so I'm out of here. Later,
Mary
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 18:31:56 (EST)
My two cents are: "Assuredly we of the year 1936--four centuries after the death of Erasmus, Geneva's determination to live exclusively according to the gospels and God's word, and Calvin's first coming to Geneva-have good reason for congratulating ourselves that the famous "discipline" was not, in its more trenchant form, successfully established throughout Protestant Europe. Hostile to beauty, happiness, life itself, the Calvinists raged against the splendour of vital expansion and against the spendthrift magnificence of the arts. Their exacting and orderly system placed a ban upon creative interpretations and cast a pall over the blaze of colour which, during the Renaissance, had given western Europe its empery in the history of civilization. Just as for centuries to come in Geneva they emasculated art; just as, on getting control of England, they hastened to trample underfoot one of the most beautiful blossoms in the world of spirit, the Shakespearian theatre; just as they purged the churches of pictures and statuary, inculcating the fear of the Lord as a substitute for human delight-so, all over Europe, they decreed that enthusiasm was to be tolerated only as a form of piety drawing men nearer to God. Other manifestations of enthusiasm were ruthlessly condemned as opposed to their interpretation of the Mosaic Law. A queer world it would have been had they achieved their end. The European spirit, undergoing atrophy, would have contented itself with theological hair-splitting, instead of unfolding and transforming itself without cessation. For the world remains barren and uncreative if it be not fertilized by liberty and joy; and life is frozen stiff when trammelled by a rigid system." It is the Calvinist influence that I think I am referring to, as well as our puritan roots. I realize that we have the best of the arts, Disney, even the Lord of the Rings. But there are the same cultures that have snakes that also see elves as evil. :) Santa Claus too.
Mary
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 18:09:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Schizophrenia.
Mary
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 18:05:31 (EST)
My two cents are: It's called socialism.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:57:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary I'm confused. What exactly was this illness that prevented mom from observing the changing world around her?
Gale
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:55:56 (EST)
My two cents are: I think America does fine in the arts because someone is helping with the funding. In the Reagan years ...both baseball and bands were cut from the schools. In other words the schools were stripped downn to the bare minimum. That left more kids with empty time on their hand, and they didn't always choose the more productive ways to spend them.
Mary
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:52:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Health Maintenance Organization.
M
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:40:28 (EST)
My two cents are: My mother was a child in the thirties, and she called her friend NiggerPatty. Today she still calls her that. My mother had an illness that prevented her from keeping up with these changes. Its difficult when we are out, because I have to tell mother not to say labels. She doesn't understand. That's just the way things were done in her day.My mom is not mean, racist or any thing like that. However in the time she grew up the world was more likely to discriminate. Its too bad that words have such power, but they do. They have the power to heal, the power to hurt. I think today the word nigger is only used as an insult. So, it has the connnotation, and I think its best not to use it. But ultimately its the recepient that lets a word offend. I know I never liked men calling me missy....miss would have been fine. Missy seemed patronizing. However I let whatever I was called, sweetheart, bitch...roll off my shoulders.
Mary
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:37:54 (EST)
My two cents are: What's an HMO?
Gale
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:32:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Gale, what about the HMO's? Is that not socialized and subsidized by our Government? I call it capitalism and welfare the...worst of both worlds. Feel free to respond, no holds barred.I'm putting out feelers here.
Mary
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:31:23 (EST)
My two cents are: They were once called jig-a-boos. Then this thing called integration came along and spoiled all the fun. That's when everyone started calling them "uppity". Even though they are inherantly inferior they continue to make great strides. Just look at rap music or the NBA.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:27:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Meat, and some of those approaches based on mother's home remedies worked. In the 20th century they were considered old wives tales. Now Chicken Soup and Vicks is back in vogue. I think our Western thought had a period where imagination was feared and considered less important than spelling and grammar. We've never had a dearth of imagination or artisticness, but we have tended to negate their importance.
Mary
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:24:35 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary, if Hillary could have gotten her ill-conceived universal health care program off the ground, we would really be in a fix. Thank God the rational law makers would not permit it.
Gale
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:21:15 (EST)
My two cents are: dont forget the chicken wings and watermelons
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 17:09:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary, medicine in the west was basically intuitive and unscientific up until the mid-20th century. The only problem with intuitive medicine was that its patients tended to die prematurely. There is no dearth of intuition and imagination in western thought, and in fact there are vast areas of the modern United States of America where a majority of the population still goes to church on Sunday and kow-tows to imaginary beings such as the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. We even have people who dip converts into the waters of Zion, who dance with snakes, who talk in tongues, and who believe that there was no sewage problem on Noah's Ark because Scripture doesn't describe it as having been built with a bottom, so that all the turds just dropped out into the water. And any way you look at it, America does OK in the arts, such as tuba-playing, baseball, and whacky home videos. Do not despair, we are the bull goose artists of the world, and will be until some other country figures out how to make a movie without sub-titles.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 16:56:29 (EST)
My two cents are: I bet one legend that keeps recurring throughout history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 16:50:00 (EST)
My two cents are: His wife likes to eat a little chinese on the weekends.

- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 15:31:00 (EST)
My two cents are: "'*igger' is good, too, although the ydog never liked it."
cause he always assumed you wuz a dissin' his 'ssippi queen's roots
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 15:27:18 (EST)
My two cents are: http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/ap/20011219/pl/mini_nukes_4.html
Today's Good news
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 15:10:24 (EST)
My two cents are: A drab world without the arts.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 15:00:41 (EST)
My two cents are: http://latimes.com/sports/la-000100504dec19.column?coll=la%2Dheadlines%2Dsports
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 14:02:34 (EST)
My two cents are: It sounds discriminatory. I think its just cultural. The west has put more emphasis on cognitive skills, and less on intuitive knowlege and imagination. We are just now incorporating the science of the East in our medical profession. This being accepted as orthodox only in recent years. For awhile the liberal arts had fallen out of favor for technical and business schools. That too is beginning to change. There is the theory of nine intelligences. The difference may be genetic or it may be cultural. In Western culture the powers that be once emphasized reading and writing. Now we are pushing math and technology. What is rewarded is the determining factor, not ethnicity. It just so happens unless you are one of the highest talent, there isn't great wealth in the arts so Americans have never given it equal value to the basics. Reading, Writing and Arithmetic.
Mary
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 13:31:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Last year the Mexican race accounted for almost 1/2 the births in this state . Overheard a Wal Mart shopper say, "If I closed my eyes I'd think I was in Tijuana."
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 13:03:07 (EST)
My two cents are: My guess is that lots of Negroes, particularly back in the day, grew up with inferiority complexes, laboring under the realization that a lot of white folks thought they were inferior, so when they heard the word Negro they associated it with what they felt was the dominant society's disdain for them. Problem was, the new name couldn't change the inferiority complex by itself, so each new name became an emblem of inferiority in turn. That's why I prefer Negro, where you have to identify someone by race. "Nigger" is good, too, although the ydog never liked it, because if you use it enough and use it without racist meaning it can lose its emblematic content and become neutral, and if we could all do that we could sliplide past the whole problem. I always thought "chicano" was Mexican for a Mexican-American, or for American stuff, like I once heard a Mexican refer to American-made shoes as zapatos chicanos, I think-- my Spanish was never too good. Most Indians I know still call themselves Indians and don't seem to have any problem with it.
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- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 10:34:51 (EST)
My two cents are: saying that ethnic groups are more inclined to be right-brained is a form of discrimination.
p.c.p.d. of the greater metropolitan area
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 10:33:27 (EST)
My two cents are: Can you sing, Piergiorgio? O Solo Mio! Ryan Adams can sing. Doink.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 09:20:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
piergiorgio <[email protected]>
trento, it - Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 04:50:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Did Indians migrate to North America from Asia or did they just sprout up here and take root?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 00:10:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Because he isn't as adorable as you are.
Like an autumn wind that moves the moonlight to flood my garden....
- Wednesday, December 19, 2001 at 00:06:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Why is MK the best argument for socialism?
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 22:19:27 (EST)
My two cents are: Gale, I don't know why the changes in what African-Americans prefer to be called. I don't know enough about Black History or Black Culture. The same with Mexicans. I have no idea what it is they want to be identified as today. I remember here, where I live, when they wanted to be called Chicano. I don't think that is the case anymore. I'm not sure they if they want to be called hispanic or if that is just what is currently PC. I call Mexicans, Mexican...the American I take for granted. Since most of us are immigrants ..the heritage is just a matter of our various cultures. We are all Americans. The only native Americans are what we used to call Indians.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 22:16:20 (EST)
My two cents are: I'm kind of thinking that even in absetia we ought to nominate old MK here for "Page's Best Argument for Socialism"
Borg 19 of 22
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 22:14:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Most present day singers can take a note and slip-slide every which way up and down the scale including sideways but haven't a clue about voice inflection. Seems they just open wide and the sound comes roaring out. No finesse.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 22:05:20 (EST)
My two cents are: The blues came up the ribbo from New Orleans to KC and to Chi. There it rumbled and grumbled. Meantime, the country white yahoo was handling snakes, and developing a sense of rhythm. Then along came Elvis and spread tuna-fish and mayo on the whole thing and rock and roll came into its own. Elvis was caught and put in the army and sent to Germany and met Pricilla. When he came out of the Army he was singing songs written for the eunicks who guard the sultan's harem, and there were Frankie Avalon and Bobby Rydell, and payola, and ultimately there was nothing but Gene Pitney. They even took the Negroes and put funny suits on them and made them act funny while they were singing, for example Smokey Robinson. Then the four mop-tops learned how to play Chuck Berry riffs and rock and roll was reborn. Then along came Black Sabbath and ruined it all again. It is nothing but a shifting of the pendulum, music, back and forth, back and forth. Now we have Negroes who can't sing spouting threats to drum music and scratchy records, and the future of music is John Tesh and Yanni and that German oom-pah guy. It's all very simple.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 21:24:20 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/9.12/aspergers_pr.html
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 20:16:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Sound familiar? "The outbreak of World War I would serve to further reinforce the temperance movement's claim that when it came to alcoholic beverages, it was a matter of "us" versus "them." After America entered the war, "nativism" reigned supreme... liquor was declared a "non-essential" item, drinking was said to aid "Prussianism," and those who drank were accused of turning their backs on America's soldiers. (After the fall of the Czar and the birth of the Soviet Union, the "Reds" were added to the mix, so that drinkers were accused of promoting not only Prussianism but Bolshevism as well.) It was in the midst of this war atmosphere that Prohibition was ratified by the states. Unfortunately for the Prohibition movement, by the time the Eighteenth Amendment became the law of the land, the war had ended and the average American no longer equated having a drink with aiding the enemy. To be "wet" became the rage of the land... and of all the cities in America, Chicago was the "wettest."
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 19:54:47 (EST)
My two cents are: LOL. SO Gale, you are just a young one. All the fifties are are lumped together? The 1950's. I call it Pre- sexual revolution,pre-Vietnam, pre-Watergate, pre-Miranda Ruling. There are those out there who think the US was better with a secretive government, church controlled culture, and those who wear a uniform as always right. It was a nice utopia, that covered up the truth. I would not want to return to that time. It NEVER was real.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 18:27:38 (EST)
My two cents are: You need to be specific when you mention the fifties to Gale. Which CENTURY are you referring to?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 18:17:59 (EST)
My two cents are: I'm going to go out on a limb and say Bush's high popularity numbers are because he got the federal government's nose into the public education system big time without feeding tax dollars to the Christers. Everybody loves a liberal president*.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 18:16:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Thanks Gale. Laughing, I'm stuck in the sixties. I really DO have to move forward. Just like some conservatives that are stuck in the fifties, namely the cold war diehards, and the anti-feminists. Feminism did go too far, but we don't need the fifties to return. That's for sure. I know there are plenty that would disagree with me. I see Bush and Ashcroft as wanting to take us back to the fifties in government power.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 18:14:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Actually Mary the negroes prefer to be called "African Americans" today. Don't really understand why. Once they liked to be called negroes, then black, then people of color. Now the new label of choice is African American. Do you know why this is? They still got the rythym though. Just watch that Michael Jackson one time.
Gale
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:59:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Faux Mary?
doubt it
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:55:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Fifth Dimension? Did they sing " Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?" I liked them too. The Negro or Black (as they preferred to be called today) culture sure gave us some good music. I never had any idea that the Beatles or Elvis got their rhythm and blues from the Negro. I still don't know much in the way of music origins.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:54:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Faux Mary could.
Gale
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:52:40 (EST)
My two cents are: I could say FAR OUT!!!
mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:50:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Wow, cool?
doubt it
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:45:33 (EST)
My two cents are: That reminds me. I just love the Fifth Dimension. They are the very very best. You know, they're negroes.
Gale
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:44:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Wow, cool. Nice to have you aboard Gale. We need added dimension on this page. :) I'm called libertarian, but I just know what I believe. Everyone else gives my belief a label. I don't. It just is.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:41:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Beamer is an expensive Nazi car that rich people like Pete, crynic, and Glint can only afford to drive.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:41:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary, I do enjoy relaxing and having a nice listen to Busta Rhymes.
Gale
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:39:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Which rules? I'm not quite sure. I think they're making this all up as they go along.
Gale
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:38:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary, I don't listen to much music. Maybe a few tunes pre-John Philip Sousa, but that's about it.
Gale
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:37:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Which rules are those ?
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:37:43 (EST)
My two cents are: I meant in the music curriculum, and the fundamentals of music.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:36:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Looks like the rules restricting Ashcroft's ability have been largely removed, too. I find this distressing. Oh well, hopefully these restrictions will still be gone when a Democrat is in office and I can once again bathe and bitch with my old Republican friends.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:35:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Okay ,it's nice to know that offense was not intended. :)
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:33:58 (EST)
My two cents are: "The weekly magazine cites an unnamed source as saying that rules restricting the CIA's ability ... have largely been removed." - Anonymous@18:22:33
Emperor Clinton's new rules no doubt <[email protected]>
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:32:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Beamer is a dead guy on a plane.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:32:01 (EST)
My two cents are: I think rap should be taught if there is room for it in the curriculum. I guess it could be added after the fundamentals. I don't know about music or art. I was educated in an environment where Mozart was considered frivolous. I know that Einstein said "Imagination is better than knowledge." I would encourage the teachers to teach all areas of music or art, as long as they are added onto the basics of that curriculum. Experienmentation is fun and brainstorming increases the minds ability to expand its depth. GO FOR IT.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:31:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Beemer is a car. And a village in Nebraska.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:31:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Beaner is not derogatory, but it is derogative.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:28:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Fuck New York City! As far as I'm concerned, the real capital of the world is Branson, MO.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:28:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:27:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Or Debbie Boone.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:26:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Not to mention John Tesh.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:25:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Hippie type shit? You know the type. The John Davidson crowd.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:24:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Yo homey Mary. I might just bust a cap in his punk ass.
RHCP
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:23:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Yes, Mary, there is a Gale. I exist as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no me! It would be as dreary as if there were no Marys. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Gale
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:23:04 (EST)
My two cents are: What is hippie type shit? LOL. What is Swingle Singers. That sounds like fun.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:22:52 (EST)
My two cents are: What about rap Mary? Can't the brothers get some cashola? Wassssup wit dat?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:21:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Gale, Jim, what's the difference?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:20:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Didn't he play for the Lakers?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:20:04 (EST)
My two cents are: It all depends Mary. If it's this hippie type shit that you want me to pay for, forget it! On the other hand, I'd gladly give a government grant or two to the Swingle Singers. We can't have enough music from them.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:19:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Is there really a Gale? I never know on this page. :) OR has Pete gone back to Independent? Now a libertarian independent?
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:19:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Abu-Jamal - should have fried him years ago. He may still get away with murder.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:18:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, This is interesting. The cynical. and the sinister twist. There are those that are racist and see a conservative school profiling for the race quota.Thus, the only reason they would offer this talented man a scholarship: to look good to liberals. That's as far out as it gets. I doubt if Pepperdine......KEN STARR's alma mater will ever look good to liberals. Also, I think beaner sounds derogatory. Not that we aren't all given labels by those who want to elevate themselves. I know I have been given mine. It is this prejudice that some people (left and right)of America have fought against for years. Seems that music is a way to bridge that divide , in the matters of economic and educational opportunities. Not that we are not bridging them in other areas as well. It's just that music is the one area that SOME taxpayers think is just a waste of money.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:16:20 (EST)
My two cents are: If you're scrubbing Ashcroft's back, Cheney will be watching. From a secure, remote location.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:14:19 (EST)
My two cents are: You may still scrub a Republican's back. Only John Ashcroft will be watching.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:13:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Any other Libertarians beside me out there? This shit is confusing the fuck out of me. For eight years I bathed with the Repubs, scrubbing their backs, letting them splash my inner thighs. Only thing is, the conductor of our train says we have to stick to our anti-government expansion stance. Ron Paul, Harry Browne ... the whole gang. Well Sheee-t! How can I once again bathe with my old friends when they're standing behind the biggest expansion of government power ever? Oh for the good old days of Clinton's cock and long hot baths!
Gale
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:10:17 (EST)
My two cents are: "Dean, I'm officer Jesus Lopez with the INS. Give up the mexican musician or we're checking your kitchen help for green cards. Now what's it gonna be?"
Homeland Security team
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:09:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Let's see, I'll have the # 14 burrito combo with hot tamales and send the Pepperdine kid over with his banjo.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:06:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, wasn't he above 90? At this rate, he'll be down below 50 in half a year.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:05:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Dec. 14-16: 86% approval ratings for our PRESIDENT George Bush.
God Bless America!!!
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:02:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Or at least try to, by making up some story like that again.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:02:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Forget the alledged musical talent of the beaner. Pepperdine is profiling and throwing a taco bone to the wetback to look good for the liberal minded benefactors who contribute. A token latino street thug looks good on the yearbook diversity page. Helps the school look sensitive to south central's plight also.
Gringo man
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:01:38 (EST)
My two cents are: If she gets the votes and Democrats try to steal them, thankfully there is a Supreme Court who will prevent those traitors from doing so.
God Bless America!!!
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:00:49 (EST)
My two cents are: It just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 17:00:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Wednesday December 19, 3:20 AM Brace yourselves for big terror attacks, Rumsfeld tells NATO allies US Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld told NATO allies to prepare themselves for the threat of devastating nuclear, chemical and biological attacks by terrorists on their biggest cities. Addressing a NATO defense ministers' meeting, Rumsfeld said the September 11 attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon "may in fact be a dim preview of what is to come if we do not prepare today to defend our people from adversaries with weapons of increasing power and range." "The terrorists and their state sponsors have demonstrated both their ingenuity, and their ruthless disregard for human life," he said, according to a prepared text of his remarks distributed to reporters. "As we look at the devastation they unleashed in the US, contemplate the destruction they could wreak in New York or London or Paris or Berlin with nuclear, chemical or biological weapons," he told his colleagues. "The world remains a dangerous place.... Western democracies must be ready to defend themselves, and each other, if we are to secure our freedom in the tumultuous decades ahead."
oh great!
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:59:40 (EST)
My two cents are: No, the only the Supreme Court can do that.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:56:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Why does she even bother running? Can't she just delcare herself winner?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:55:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Gee, how could a conservative bastion, frequently bashed by lying liberals, offer a full scholarship to a Mexican jumpin bean?
so who's the hypocrite liar???
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:55:52 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.electharris.org/
go Kathy go
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:53:51 (EST)
My two cents are: In other airport security news, the National Guard reports repeated security breaches at the main airport in Austin, Texas. Soldiers say one security screener fell asleep on the job and another stole money from an elderly passenger. Advertisement Those were among a dozen possible infractions reported since the National Guard began patrols at Austin-Bergstrom International Airport following the September eleventh attacks. All the incidents involved Argenbright Security, which is already facing criticism at other airports for alleged violations of federal safety rules. An Argenbright spokesman and officials of Southwest Airlines, who supervise the security company�s contract, defended Argenbright. Argenbright ceased operations last week at Boston�s Logan International Airport after several breaches. And in the past year, the company has been fined one million dollars for hiring convicted felons.
Hey, nobody's perfect
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:53:41 (EST)
My two cents are: "By taking on such groups, the United States would unnecessarily be fighting the battles of other nations. It is vital to show that the heinous attack on U.S. soil will not go unanswered and to eliminate the threat from al Qaeda and affiliated groups, but it is foolhardy to draw a bigger bull's-eye on the United States by taking up the fight against numerous other terrorist groups on behalf of other nations." What do you think Bush's foreign policy will be? Will America continue its history of never seeing a war it didn't intervene?
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:53:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Pepperdine IS a rich kid's conservative bastion.It is fortunate that a poor Mexican boy from the lower economic strata would receive a total scholarship. This is Another reason to encourage the arts in all PUBLIC schools. I don't know how much his arts education had to do with his recent opportunity. But why take the chance and withhold the arts in school?
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:43:28 (EST)
My two cents are: The Bush administration has responded well to the terrorist attacks of September 11. The administration has wisely focused its military response against Osama bin Laden's al Qaeda terrorist network and al Qaeda's supporters in Afghanistan's Taliban regime. The administration's surgical approach, using air power, marines, and special forces to support the opposition Northern alliance, is the right technique. However, the recent imposition of stringent financial sanctions against terrorist groups not affiliated with bin Laden's network and most likely not involved in the September 11 attacks should raise a warning flag. If that expansion of sanctions is the first step in a global war on terrorism that would eventually include covert or military action against all terrorist groups on the State Department's terrorism list, then it is cause for concern. Given the ability of terrorists to hide in the shadows and the erosion of U.S. human intelligence capabilities, conducting a worldwide war against terrorism would be difficult, might create more terrorists than it eradicated, and could unleash retaliatory strikes on U.S. targets from terrorist groups that have not previously been adversaries of the United States. Indeed, some of the groups designated for the tightened U.S. sanctions have never attacked American targets. By taking on such groups, the United States would unnecessarily be fighting the battles of other nations. It is vital to show that the heinous attack on U.S. soil will not go unanswered and to eliminate the threat from al Qaeda and affiliated groups, but it is foolhardy to draw a bigger bull's-eye on the United States by taking up the fight against numerous other terrorist groups on behalf of other nations.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:37:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Isn't Pepperdine a rich kids conservative bastion?
liberals are hypocrites!!!
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:36:05 (EST)
My two cents are: 'tis better to be right-brained than wrong-brained.
liberals are idiots!!!
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:34:41 (EST)
My two cents are: My son's school wanted to cut out the arts. I was one of the outspoken mothers who went to the board meeting. Even got my name in the paper, and of course was misquoted. Back to the point.. We did get band reinstated, as they knew we would. Its always the way they raise money..kill the arts. One student a friend of my son's is making a good living playing violin in a mariachi band. Just this year Pepperdine college offered him a full four year scholarship to study opera. THEY SOUGHT OUT HIM. His success would have been limited without his fine arts education.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:22:24 (EST)
My two cents are: correction:" I would also hope those who are not gifted with these talents would BE exposed to the arts. I don't know if lack of exposure is why I am not gifted in that area, or if its just genetic. I do know that my basic education was as strict and fundamental as one can get. I always felt deprived. I think those eight years of primary education can never be retrieved wholly at a later date. And if there's any truth to math /music correlation, I'm a good guinea pig for that study.
Mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:14:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Any right-brained ethnic with a gripe against the public education system is free to take up the banjo or the harmonica or step out onto the street and do the old soft shoe. Public school music teachers are all weirdos who develop gastric ulcers after the first year, and drink too much Dr. Pepper.
.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:11:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Excluding the arts is a form of discrimination. Ethnic groups are more inclined to be right-brained. Is this cultural or biological? Western education focuses on teaching to the left-brained. It also teaches with a left-brained format. Montessori would include the whole brain, with excellent results. Considering our goal, to teach all students, we should incorporate the means to teach the discovered intelligences. Some of these are literal,others are musically or artistically inclined. They are subjective. I would hope those who were blessed with other degrees of intelligence would not be neglected. I would also hope those who are not gifted with these talents would not be exposed to the arts. A well rounded education produces the best the graduates.
mary
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 16:02:25 (EST)
My two cents are: What is Music Education? According to school boards across the nation, the illusive core curriculum does not include the arts. The essential knowledge a child should posses is limited to math, science, English, history, and geography. Now labeled extracurricular activities, music and art are the first areas attacked when a school faces budget cuts. It is difficult to deal with financial concerns in the classroom. Every school should have unlimited resources to educate our children, but the fact remains many do not. Why should we be concerned that music is being taken out of the classroom? What can a child learn in a school music class that is as important as a math lesson? These are the questions asked at school board meetings. The answers can be found in children who have not had the experience of studying music in school. They are unaware of the possibilities found in music. Music is a valuable source for mental, social, and emotional learning, and should remain in the nations schools. Music stimulates the mind. Who has not heard about the Mozart effect? Research indicates that listening to classical music, that of Mozart, Bach, or Beethoven, enhances a child's mental capacity for learning. Gordon Shaw of UC Irvine explains "that when children exercise cortical neurons by listening to classical music, they are also strengthening circuits used for mathematics. [Music] excites the inherent brain patterns and enhances their use in complex reasoning tasks."(Newsweek, p.57) His comments appear in the February 19, 1996 issue of Newsweek : Your Child's Brain. This issue explains a child's learning process, mapping the developmental phases that occur in the first few years. Music is credited as being a foundation upon which skills will flourish. The study of music theory is challenging and very mathematical. A child learning music theory is given a new way to conceptualize numbers and their spatial relationships and becomes music literate for life. Does this mean a child immersed in classical music will definitely be a math genius? No, probably not, but she has a better chance than a child not exposed to classical music. Some American families will never introduce classical music in the home. The music classroom might be the only hope for these children to experience the positive effects of classical music. True, many adults have made it through life without classical music. Some even feel music is a waste of time. And, yes, a child can be academically achieving never having listened to Bach. The research indicating neurological growth while listening to classical music seems reason enough to encourage schools to keep music programs. Children deserve the best education possible and if music has been proven to help achieve mental abilities, it is only logical to provide the opportunity to further the young minds in the classroom. The study of music in schools promotes social well-being by giving children a sense of belonging to a group. Feeling important is essential to a child's self esteem and development. As part of a musical ensemble, a child becomes a vital member of a somewhat social group. There is a camaraderie among band/choir members that is not found anywhere else. The common goal of making music brings students together. They experience joy while performing and learn that hard work and discipline do produce results. These lessons are important in life. To remove these opportunities would deny the social growth of students. With the recent rise of teen violence, educators are encouraging children to participate in extracurricular school activities as an alternative to the streets. Such programs have been developed in inner cities and have produced incredible results. Not only do the students stay off the streets, they have a respect for themselves as they become aspiring musicians. An introduction to music is valuable to the development of these children. These programs do cost money and that seems to be the main argument of opposing forces. Why can't the money be spent on science or library books to encourage the core learning that should occur in schools? Social development of students is just as important as academic skills. Without social skills, a child will not reach her full potential. She can be the smartest in her class, but if she lacks self esteem and the ability to interact socially with her peers, her full potential will be difficult to achieve. In this business minded world an individual's emotional being is sometimes disregarded. Music can play an important role in the emotional development of children. The ability to experience emotion upon hearing music is something all children should posses. Through musical instruction children are introduced to the feeling side of music and learn that they can express themselves quite well in a musical setting. This realization is ground breaking for some students, who have otherwise been at odds with self expression. Rhythms, melodies, and other musical ideas are perfect means of self discovery. A child is not likely to make an emotional connection to a math problem or a science experiment. The sacred music room is a safe place to uncover emotions and experience the joy of finding and expressing them.. Emotional needs cannot always be met at home and music class offers a way to develop emotionally. To take that away from students would deprive them a life long connection with the wonderful world of music. Society is full of uncaring individuals When great efforts are made to include music in the education of children, amazing things can happen. A particular phenomena occurs each March at the Texas Music Educators Association convention in San Antonio, Texas. A select group of talented high school choir, band, and orchestra students gather from across the state to celebrate music at its highest level. The performances of the All-State groups reaffirm the goals of Texas music educators as they listen to their students who have become accomplished musicians. The Texas All-State Choir, comprised of 248 auditioned members, is regarded as the nation's best and is something to be proud of. They are among the brightest high school students, with an average SAT score of 1100, and are undoubtedly the most talented. They all have different backgrounds and goals, but one common thread is a love of music. Each student was given the opportunity to learn about and appreciate music in school. . Music has helped shape their lives. They demonstrate skill, discipline, and a passion for music as they sing Rene Clausen's "Communion" at the 1993 convention. Many will not enter the music profession but will always have a love and enjoyment of music in their lives. For all the benefits of music education, there is still a struggle to keep it in America's classrooms. Our nation is slowly realizing the importance of music, but is still hesitant to give it the value of the core subjects. Music can and should be taught in every school to every student. Budget problems have made it difficult to fund music programs. The loss of funding from the NEA has had an effect. In The Federal Budget for 1996, Education was allotted 26.2 billion dollars - 9.9% of the total budget. That's a 3% increase from last year's budget. Although it may seem like enough, it is clearly not. America is poorly ranked in education . The way to improve our education system is to devote more time and money to the success of our children. This includes providing the study of fine arts to all students. To ensure music is taught to children, public and government support of music education must increase. There are ways to raise funds and concerned parents and educators can make a difference. Children deserve to experience the wonderful world of music. April 16, 1962...from remarks of John Fitzgerald Kennedy at the third of Mrs. Kennedy's Musical Programs for Youth by Youth at the White House. "One of our great assets in this country are the talented boys and girl who devote their early lives to music, to appreciation of music and understanding of it. This is great and I think vital force in American life. It is a part of American life which I think is somewhat unheralded around the world. But this emphasis upon artistic achievement in music is a source of satisfaction and pride to all of us....I want to congratulate all the teachers who are involved [with music education]." (Perspectives in Music Education. p.62) Works Cited Federal Budget for 1996. Government Document Perspectives in Music Education. Music Educators National Conference, Washington D.C., 1966. Special Thanks to the Authors of this page, Cassie Tacker and Anne Tracy who graciously let me use this page on my web site. Posted on the University of Texas web site 1998. Page is no longer available on web site - Posted for class project
Funding for Fine Arts
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 15:41:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Why is Rivera working for FNN?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 15:28:04 (EST)
My two cents are: That was 78% of Californians! Double Geesh!
geesh geesh
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 14:19:38 (EST)
My two cents are: A new poll says Californians are would be willing to pay an extra $5.00 in state taxes per year specifically to fund art education in the public schools. Geesh!
another reason Cali lags behind Nebr
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 14:18:10 (EST)
My two cents are: It's all bullshit. All except for the moonlight drenching my garden.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 14:13:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Liberalism is a sham. And to prove it, I have cleverly cut-and-pasted two items (below,) one on the rising French crime rate and the other about a reporter for Fox News. Read 'em and weep, you f**k*ng traitors!
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 14:10:18 (EST)
My two cents are: (CBS) Fox News correspondent Geraldo Rivera, who couldn't bear being away from the action in Afghanistan, was hundreds of miles from the site of a friendly fire incident he reported on, the Baltimore Sun said in a Dec. 15 report. Rivera reported in a Dec. 6 piece that he became emotional and choked up while standing on the "hallowed ground" in Afghanistan where "friendly fire took so many of our, our men and the mujahedeen yesterday." Rivera said he had recited the Lord's Prayer. But, according to a report on the Baltimore Sun's Internet site, Rivera admitted that he was several hundred miles from the site - outside Kandahar - where three Americans were killed on Dec. 5 by an errant U.S. bomb. In an interview on Tuesday, Rivera said he had confused the Kandahar deaths with another "friendly fire" incident that cost several Afghan lives in Tora Bora. But, according to the Sun, Pentagon information shows the Tora Bora incident occurred at least three days after Rivera's Dec. 6 report.
just another liberal liar
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 13:57:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Paris (dpa) - It did not take the repeated televised images of the September 11 terrorist attacks on New York City to make the French think about law and order at home. A startling rise in the crime rate, a wave of violent attacks on policemen and a series of high-profile murders of young women, graphically described by the French media, had already turned it into the most burning issue on the domestic political front.
liberalism is a sham
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 13:20:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Nah, they've been disheartened since their early indoctrinizations. To be a conservative is to be perpetually disheartened. Snippy's Kennedy lust is only the latest outrage. As you average troglodyte might say, "Sad, really."
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 13:10:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Check. As soon as Snippy went the liberal route, they were all disheartened.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 11:53:09 (EST)
My two cents are: We are the king of the hill!
bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 11:51:04 (EST)
My two cents are: By the time I get to Phoenix he'll be in Albuquerque.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 02:29:20 (EST)
My two cents are: O.K., I'll help. I think he's in Phoenix.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 01:49:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Why don't you help and stop complaining?
R. U. Atraitor
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 01:34:56 (EST)
My two cents are: So far the President can't deliver bin Laden dead or alive.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 18, 2001 at 00:02:51 (EST)
My two cents are: The country has faced worse challenges than an evil attorney general and an ignorant president. We will survive, with a few freedoms intact, and our memories of what it used to be to be American.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 23:38:04 (EST)
My two cents are: ??????
attempt at humor?
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 23:24:03 (EST)
My two cents are: TORA BORA, AFGHANISTAN�An emaciated and heavily bandaged Osama bin Laden offered the U.S. a final chance to surrender Monday. Above: Speaking via satellite, bin Laden issues a final warning to the U.S. "Enemies of Allah, this is your last chance to leave Afghanistan alive," said a battered, soot-covered bin Laden in a videotaped statement broadcast on the Al Jazeera satellite network. "I mean it." Staring directly into the camera with his good eye, bin Laden reiterated his vow to drive the U.S. from the country. "You may have dozens of bases in Afghanistan. You may have thousands of bombs," bin Laden said. "But know this: We still have three or four guns and a full crate of bullets. And some knives, I think. You cannot hope to prevail." A nearby goatherder then helped bin Laden brandish a rifle over his head. "With every military advance you make, your forces become more spread out and weakened, while the Taliban's become more concentrated in an increasingly small space," bin Laden said. "You are practicing the mathematics of defeat. Give up now." The videotape was accompanied by a written statement that explicitly laid out the Taliban's instructions for surrender. Above: A Taliban soldier prepares to attack the 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit. "Men of the armies of Pakistan, Turkey, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, and Tajikistan; Americans of the 101st Airborne, 10th Mountain Division, 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit, 4th Special Operations Group, 8th Army Mechanized Battalion, SEAL Teams Four, Six, and Nine, and the Aircraft Carrier U.S.S. Carl Vinson... you are hereby required to report to the smoldering remains of our air base southeast of Kandahar," the statement read. "Turn your weapons over to Kamal and Azir, these two guys who should still be there. Kamal will be the one with the bad limp. After you have been processed by them and your surrender has been accepted, you will be released and sent home as soon as possible. Please, do not throw away any more lives in this useless struggle. Please." "The noose is tightening," said Taliban leader Mullah Mohammed Omar, gnawing on a dead horse's hoof. "With every Taliban soldier you capture or kill, your selection of enemies grows more limited. Our remaining soldiers, on the other hand, enjoy a virtually limitless array of Allied soldiers to shoot. Before long, it will be virtually impossible for you to find someone to engage on the field of battle. Then, victory will be ours." Omar then closed his eyes and began to rock slowly back and forth. According to Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, American military leaders are having difficulty locating the few remaining pockets of Taliban personnel, hindering U.S. efforts to force a surrender. "We are carefully analyzing bin Laden's videotaped message for any possible clues to his whereabouts," Rumsfeld said. "By analyzing the background vegetation and rock formations, the length and position of the shadows, and other subtle clues, we may be able to determine the location of the Taliban's temporary headquarters and send in a strike force for around-the-clock shelling." "It's not yet clear where bin Laden was," Rumsfeld added, "but he seemed to be speaking from some sort of gigantic, bombed-out litter box." Asked if he had considered or listened to the content of bin Laden's message, Rumsfeld said, "Why, no."
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 20:18:54 (EST)
My two cents are: "It is amazing that those who oppose abortion go out of their way to dismantle the family planning services that could help women prevent pregnancy in the first place".
don't doubt it
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 19:39:38 (EST)
My two cents are: The AG* is a hopeless fascist from way back, come from the land of the lynch mob.
strange fruit
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 19:34:30 (EST)
My two cents are: WASHINGTON -- "So, the attorney general of the United States tells me: "To those who scare peace-loving people with phantoms of lost liberty, my message is this: Your tactics only aid terrorists." Well, screw you, buddy! What are you trying to say? Are you saying that anyone who talks about civil rights, civil liberties and the freedom that makes us Americans is a traitor in this undeclared but loudly proclaimed war?" http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/ucrr/20011208/cm/there_is_a_difference_between_dissent_and_treason_1.html
go, richard, go
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 19:04:06 (EST)
My two cents are: The Taliban would perhaps be surprised to know that they, as Afghans, are descended from the 11th tribe of Israel, Benjamin's, of the House of Saul.
compulsory history
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 18:52:56 (EST)
My two cents are: re britains willingness to expand government services. I see nothing here but capitalisms evolution into socialism. just as marx predicted.
Borg 11 of 22
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 18:38:26 (EST)
My two cents are: A CENTURY OF U.S. MILITARY INTERVENTIONS: From Wounded Knee to Afghanistan Compiled by Zoltan Grossman (revised 09/20/01) U.S. military spending ($343 billion in the year 2000) is 69 percent greater than that of the next five highest nations combined. Russia, which has the second largest military budget, spends less than one-sixth what the United States does. Iraq, Libya, North Korea, Cuba, Sudan, Iran, and Syria spend $14.4 billion combined; Iran accounts for 52 percent of this total.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 18:37:56 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.zmag.org/CrisesCurEvts/interventions.htm
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 18:32:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Singing, sin and September 11 ---- Then and now . . . Cat Stevens as he was back in 1974 and, right, as he is today since converting to Islam and changing his name to Yusuf Islam. ---- Cat Stevens was advised that making music was forbidden when he became a Muslim. He talks to Neil McCormick in London. -- To meet one of the most mysterious and intriguing stars in the pop pantheon, I recently travelled to a run-down building in north London. Asked to remove my shoes, I padded down dingy corridors before being led into a dimly-lit studio crammed with ancient analog recording equipment. Sitting at a 16-track mixing desk was a man idolised by millions in the 1960s and 1970s for his sensitive songs, warm voice and soulful looks. As he rose to greet me with a handshake and a friendly smile, the rather petty thought struck me that wherever Yusuf Islam had spent the money he made as Cat Stevens, it wasn't on clothes. His outfit could have come from a cheap chain store: neatly creased brown slacks, a beige cardigan and a lurid, pastel-blue shirt. With his thick beard and cropped hair, he looked more like a British high street shopkeeper than the most famous Muslim in pop. Of course, there is not a lot of competition for this particular title, for the good reason that the Islamic faith has, at best, an ambivalent relationship with popular music. Although various American hip-hop activists have embraced the Nation of Islam, some interpretations of Koranic law forbid music altogether, as we have seen in Afghanistan, where the Taliban arrested people for owning radios. Indeed, when Cat Stevens converted to Islam in the late 1970s, he announced his retirement from a music world of "sin and greed". "On reflection, I think I made a few mistakes," Yusuf said in his gently modulated London accent, "but perhaps that's what you expect from someone who embraces a faith with such zeal. Music in Islam is a grey area. There were some who were advising me that it was forbidden, but the reality is you find music everywhere in the Muslim world. "I had to find my balance within opposing views, so withdrawal was the appropriate action. But, looking back at how much my music meant to me and to others, I certainly don't belittle that. It has taken me a while to get an understanding of the place of music in the spiritually directed life." Yusuf has recently overseen the compilation of a four-CD Cat Stevens box set with an autobiographical booklet documenting the spiritual quest at the heart of his music. "If anybody finds enlightenment up on a mountain, he'd be selfish if he didn't come down one day and start talking about it," he said. It is a story that has almost mythical resonance. In his late teens, Cat Stevens was a major pop idol singing his own classic compositions such as The First Cut Is The Deepest and Matthew And Son. But his priorities radically shifted following a life-threatening bout of tuberculosis brought on by "drinking, smoking and fast living". He meditated, read about different religious faiths and wrote songs about his search for the meaning of life. Heartfelt hits, including Wild World, Peace Train, Moon Shadow, Father And Son and Can't Keep It In, seemed to correspond to the questioning spirit of his generation, winning him a devoted audience, many of whom were shocked when he announced that he had found his answers in the Koran and was giving it all up for Allah. "My peace train had arrived so why shouldn't I get off and enjoy the scenery? That was my mood at that time," he said with a laugh. These days, Yusuf lives a modest life with his wife and family. He says his house is semi-detached and he has driven the same car for the past seven years. He is actively involved in charity and uses much of the royalties from his recording days to fund two Islamic single-sex secondary schools in the London borough of Brent, which, he points out with delight, came first and second in the borough in the recent exam league tables. "I've got a whole new set of charts to follow," he said. He also runs Mountain Of Light, a studio and label he describes as "a way of giving air to the new culture of Islam that is growing up in the West". Its recordings are a mixture of spoken word with "choral and rhythm" music, which he said was "the safe definition of what is allowed within Islam by the majority of schools of thought", although he struggled to articulate why Muslims should have such a problem with music in the first place. "You can use music to convey spiritual feelings and emotions, but it's not the commercial kind that we're so used to. There has to be an objective that would help in some way the purpose of life as we see it in Islam." Although he said he was "not about to pick up a guitar again", he has a new song in the box set, called God Is The Light. With its hymnal quality, it is unlikely to trouble the charts, yet Yusuf's attempts to reconcile the demands of his faith with the realities of life in the West could hardly have been more timely. Of the attack on the World Trade Center, he said he was "horrified that this was a terrorist action being committed under the slogan of Islam. The people weren't going to war; they were going to work. These kind of incidents, I have no reference for them. Not in the Koran". He has decided to divide profits from the box set between September 11 victims and a charity he administers, Small Kindness, for refugees and rebuilding in Afghanistan. "It is a time for Muslims to reflect on how we have almost been forced to be radical in the absence of a clear expression of middle Islam. The large silent majority have left it up to the radicals to speak on their behalf. The moderate voice needs to be heard, which is in the Koran, in so many verses indicating mercy, peace, justice, tolerance, patience. All these virtues have to come into focus."
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 18:31:42 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.zompist.com/latam.html
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 18:31:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Victory at all cost comes at a price for America Washington: US secret agents seeking to bribe foreign officials and pay informants for intelligence have 10 times more money at their disposal since September 11, a Newsweek report has claimed. The weekly magazine cites an unnamed source as saying that rules restricting the CIA's ability to deal with torturers and murderers have largely been removed. The US Congress on Thursday unanimously approved an intelligence spending bill of undisclosed size to boost the capacity to collect information about potential enemies and thwart terrorist acts. The CIA and other US intelligence agencies are widely reported to spend $US30 billion ($58 billion) annually. California Democratic Representative, Nancy Pelosi, hinted the new classified bill contained "several billion dollars more" than the 2000 budget and "several hundred million dollars" more than what was sought by President George Bush.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 18:22:33 (EST)
My two cents are: If the universe is a spider web where's the spider.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 17:44:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Ou est la pineapple?
trevor larson bunting
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 17:40:07 (EST)
My two cents are: The universe is contracting.
doubt it
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 17:32:48 (EST)
My two cents are: The universe is flat.
believe it
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 17:20:31 (EST)
My two cents are: The world is flat.
doubt it
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 16:55:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Appears someone needs naptime.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 16:33:16 (EST)
My two cents are: YAWN
doubt it
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 15:50:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Bates was the son of Bateson.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 15:16:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Enrongate?
no doubt
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 14:37:20 (EST)
My two cents are: YAWN

- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 14:34:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Enrongate
greatly doubt it
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 14:31:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Enrongate.
stay tuned
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 14:18:53 (EST)
My two cents are: One of Iran�s most influential ruling clerics called on the Muslim states to use nuclear weapon against Israel, assuring them that while such an attack would annihilate Israel, it would cost them "damages only". The speech by former Iranian President Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani failed to catch the attention of the western press but made waves in the Middle East. "If a day comes when the world of Islam is duly equipped with the arms Israel has in its possession, the strategy of colonialism would face a stalemate because application of an atomic bomb would not leave anything in Israel but the same thing would just produce damages in the Muslim world", Former Iranian President Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani told the crowd at the traditional Friday prayers in Tehran.
nuke em all
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 13:06:15 (EST)
My two cents are: "Today President Bush is to make remarks celebrating Eid al-Fitr, the joyous holiday that marks the end of the Muslim holy month. . . Maleeha Lodhi was invited to the first Iftar dinner held in the Executive Mansion, compete with fresh dates and Muslim prayers, to break the daily fast during Ramadan. She was dazzled that the White House had a muezzin who delivered prayers before he meal. "It left me very very moved and impressed. . . The Bush White House was demonstrating its respect for Islam."
diversity in the SnippyKennedyBush White House,
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 12:57:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Snippy can't invite the anorexic to his Ramadan party. She'd be trolling for Christian converts.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 12:39:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Celebrating the end of Ramadan?
doubt it
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 12:37:26 (EST)
My two cents are: Bates was a college in Maine.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 12:29:41 (EST)
My two cents are: He did a great series on whatever that place was, Willowbrook? So good that it no longer exists. Now he's taking on Ann Coulter. Speaking of which, I understand that the new Mr. Diversity, SnippyKennedyBush, is celebrating the end of Ramadan, some name I can't pronounce, and neither can he, but he's still celebrating it. What are the odds he won't be inviting skinny Ann?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 12:18:52 (EST)
My two cents are: True, but how much did the goober pay for the rights to opening Al Capone's vault?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 10:57:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Geraldo, on the other hand, never pretended he was anything but Jerry Rivera from the Bronx.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 10:56:01 (EST)
My two cents are: What specifically? For starters, who the hell was Bates?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 10:54:51 (EST)
My two cents are: What specifically about Bateson bites, in your view?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 09:06:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Geraldo, a new favorite of Fox News. Give him credit for dodging a bullet while doing his Afghanistan correspondence thing. Wonder who fired that one bullet.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 03:26:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Some confused limey wrote down his thoughts on international economic policy and its relationship to what he thinks capitalism and socialism are, and the Pineapple thought it was pretty much the distillation of all wisdom on these topics. At the bottom, instead of his fake name, which he can no longer use because it is associated too closely with stupidity, he added his own thought. Now do you get it?
House of Meat
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 02:06:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Bateson bites it. Sorry to be the one to have to reveal this.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 02:02:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Foreign politics. Where does treason come in?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 01:41:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Treason?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 01:16:44 (EST)
My two cents are: So what?
House of Meat
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 01:14:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Socialists oppose capitalist globalisation; reformists want to make it work for the global poor. Which side are you on? Part of the left still insists that it is socialist. But it has made two fundamental errors that will doom it to irrelevance - or, worse, a relevance based only on empty fame in media that want to keep it going in order to enliven dull politics. First, it opposes capitalist globalisation and all that is reckoned to go with it - free trade, transnational investment, increased competition. It believes that this makes the rich richer and, more to the point, the poor poorer. Second, it opposes the practical efforts to give the world some ethical and humanitarian rules, believing that these are an expression of American imperialism. This socialist left has less and less to do with the centre left. While there are still alliances across the divide - for example, the coalition governments of Germany and France - leaders of the green or communist left find it ever harder to keep their activists in line with government positions, and do so at the price of deepening ambiguity. In Britain, the largely extra-parliamentary socialist left has little popular base. As in the United States, it is increasingly confined to the academy, the media and a few of the older industrial centres. Its view that investment, trade and competition impoverish the developing world has two bases in reality. First, the gap between rich and poor, both within countries and between them, is growing. In the 1980s, the highest salaries in the UK were roughly 20 times the average; now they are 180 times the average. Second, the poorest part of the world, sub-Saharan Africa, is getting steadily more desperate, and in the 1990s received steadily less aid. Otherwise, the evidence is against the left. Almost all developing countries have given up socialist strategies. The state- or collective-owned sectors, such as in China, India and Russia, are weights around the necks of these countries and their progress; their private sectors provide the dynamism, the growth and a large share of export earnings. In the World Trade Organisation's talks in Doha, Qatar, last month, the largest demand from developing countries was for freer trade - in agricultural products and textiles, which clamour for markets in the developed countries. The socialist left has no ideological base with which to oppose capitalism other than opposition to its many injustices. For the first time in two centuries, there is no overarching political project that proposes another system. This helps to keep the loose coalition united, but it makes opposition a fragmented and opportunist affair, with no vision of a better world. The centre left has accepted capitalism as the hard-wiring of national and global economics. But it wants to explore how capitalism can work for the common, rather than solely the corporate and individual, good. To the socialist left, such policies are at best palliatives, at worst hypocrisy. In the UK, the growing willingness to raise taxes to fund public services denotes an intention to protect and even extend the publicly financed areas. The next step is the translation of such a national strategy to much more effective action on a world stage. But the socialist left sees humanitarian or ethical globalisation as an empty concept, serving only as a cover for western, specifically American, power. It sees a continuum between the cold war strategies of propping up regimes in Latin America, Africa and the Middle East, and the post-cold war interventions in the Balkans, Indonesia, Africa and now Afghanistan: all point to a seamless search for global hegemony and imperialist domination. This is wrong. The end of the cold war marked a real shift. The military values that had been maintained, with difficulty, throughout the confrontation between the western and Soviet camps have largely dispersed, in favour of the values of individualism and consumerism. The power calculations of the cold war are no longer accepted. Leaders have the luxury to articulate and develop ethical theories - even where (indeed, especially where) practice lags behind rhetoric. The US has been slow to adapt. Part of it shares the impulses and reflexes of the new world - it is at the forefront of every kind of consumption, and it is more hedonistic than any other society. But another part, mainly on the right, rejects co-operation with much of the rest of the world except on its own terms; it backs a large military force and a unilateralist approach. So the left's real struggle in the future will not be to oppose American imperialism (which no longer exists), but to persuade the US to sign up to a world in which common values are adhered to and policed - and where that policing is not the de facto imposition of US, or US-backed, power. The leader of that struggle (partly a covert one) is currently Britain's centre-left government. The socialist left sees the US as murderous in its bombing of Afghan cities and desperate to widen the war to other targets. It sees Britain as a poodle, trailing behind its master in the hope of a biscuit and a pat on the head when the war is won. Yet Tony Blair, the man who has positioned himself closest to the side of the US, now articulates the most coherent opposition to the world-view of its dominant elite. In speeches in October and last month, he proposed that the rich states embark on a mission to bring "greater understanding between nations and between faiths, and above all justice and prosperity for the poor and dispossessed". The proposed deployment of British troops in Afghanistan, delayed through disagreement with the US, demonstrates the difference of approach: one sees the conflict as an opportunity to bring aid and a measure of order, the other focuses exclusively on winning the war. All the major figures in the British cabinet strongly back Blair's approach. Gordon Brown, the Chancellor, has done more than other finance ministers to argue for debt relief and increased aid; indeed, the UK has increased its aid budget by a larger percentage than any other rich country. Clare Short, the International Development Secretary, has produced strategies for development and managing globalisation for the benefit of the poor which are seen as models for other states. Robin Cook, the architect of an "ethical dimension to foreign policy", has tried to bring the more reformist global movements into the same tent as social democracy, arguing in a speech in Oxford last month that "it is not anti-globalisation to argue that relationships in the global economy should reduce poverty, respect human rights and protect the environment". The centre left has an emerging theory and practice of global governance. It is still being formed, and it is riven with disagreements and contradictions: for example, the extent of trade protection against the exports of poor countries, and the position of Britain, France and Germany (all with social democratic governments) as large suppliers of arms. It is, however, a thickening strand of policy, which diplomats and officials are struggling to work out in practice. Its institutions are imperfect and congested - the World Bank, the International Monetary Fund, the WTO. Or they are novel and untested - the special war crimes tribunals, the international criminal court. They do not yet constitute a system; they lack authority; above all, they lack any popular underpinning. There is no global "people". The rich states of the world no longer have national aims or territorial ambitions. They are interested in influence, and in institutions: the first to achieve economic gain, the second to police the global economy. They use force to repel aggression, protect minorities, deter challenges to state-building. The aim is not to annex territory or even to impose a proxy government, but to achieve peace so that modern, commercial relations can flourish. The US, in this sense, is in agreement with the European states. The centre left's occupation of the middle ground, its encouragement of entrepreneurialism, its relative harshness on crime and terrorism, and the mutual admiration between its leaderships and those of many corporations delude the socialist left into thinking it is a right-wing force. In fact, the right - especially the US right - has itself an emerging strategy, which includes the revival of nationalism, opposition to global compromise and, in Europe, opposition to all immigration. Capitalism will remain dominant, but also diverse and malleable. The point for the centre left is to shape it to the advantage of the poor of the globe, just as it has, over the past century, tried to shape it to the advantage of the poor of the state. The socialist left has no alternative to capitalism; it may miss the opportunity to lend its strength to the alternatives within.
treason
- Monday, December 17, 2001 at 00:11:51 (EST)
My two cents are: http://vatican.rotten.com/donutland/
$20/hr will buys lots of 'nuts for the pit
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 23:53:49 (EST)
My two cents are: http://coke.rotten.com/mother-of-all-sandcastles/
it's us or them, let's roll!
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 23:13:02 (EST)
My two cents are: Yes, why not. Now, the other good thing about Afghanistan is the current presence of Geraldo Rivera on fascist Fox network. Now the fascist Foxes are bringing on fascists who are of the nuke 'em now variety--very entertaining. Some wacko Ayn Randist was on, whining about how the US needed to annihilate all Afghans in 3 days, and how pussy it was to worry about killing civilians. Had the fascist foxy lady agreeing with Geraldo about how unacceptably too far fascist the other fascist was. Fascist annihilationists--yep, just like Osama. One wearing his turban on the outside, our US Taliban wearing them on the inside.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 23:05:24 (EST)
My two cents are: I for one, believe that Osama Bin Laden left Afganistan, a long time ago. He has a palace in Packistan. He is worth millions, and has homes every where. Not to mention the cells, that he gives money to. They protect him, and whisk him away at a moments notice. Just like the good old days, when Movie Stars were protected from the public, and whisked from city to another in Limo's.
BEAN BLOSSOM
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 22:49:45 (EST)
My two cents are: Chaos theory?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 21:35:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Bateson. The one who said kicking a stone and kicking a dog are two very different stories. The stone will react to the kick according to a linear chain of cause and effect. Its behavior can be calculated by applying the basic laws of Newtonian mechanics. The dog will respond to a kick with structural changes according to its own nature and (nonlinear) pattern of organization. The resulting behavior is usually unpredictable.
best be careful when kicking a dog
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 21:30:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Gregory. The one who was married to Margaret Mead.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 19:45:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Which Bateson? The Sphinx sodomizer?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 19:16:39 (EST)
My two cents are: That doesn't answer the question. Who is Bateson?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 15:49:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Bateson was another half-witted liberal stooge.
Engels
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 13:51:42 (EST)
My two cents are: No, he isn't a journalist.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 13:43:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Who is Bateson? I thought he was a journalist.
House of Meat
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 11:20:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Bin Twerpedo?
no doubt
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 10:11:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Glad you volunteered 00:21!
Ho-hum
SF, - Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 00:44:28 (EST)
My two cents are: Oh, I dunno. The world needs a couple vulgar boors and know-nothings. Does it not?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 00:21:07 (EST)
My two cents are: And against.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 00:05:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Yes, of course, with regard to bombing Chappaqua, we recognize the M.O. of graceful Osama Bin Twerpedo and his vulgar ilk, their perseverative deathwishing, just a little bit of festering Taliban Mentality right here in our own backyard, useful to remind us what we're fighting for.
4 or 5 of 22
- Sunday, December 16, 2001 at 00:00:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Desperately seeking Osama The caves of Tora Bora have turned into a dead end in the desperate hunt for Osama bin Laden. Branded as evil by Western leaders, the head of al-Qaeda is also devilishly elusive. US defence officials say they believe the Saudi dissident, the accused mastermind of the September 11 attacks on American, could still be around Tora Bora mountain in eastern Afghanistan. But those who have had contact with bin Laden in recent weeks said they were certain he has left the warren of caves and tunnels taken over by his al-Qaeda fighters. "My information is that he is not in Tora Bora. But I don't know whether he is in Pakistan or in the southern part of Afghanistan," said Hamid Mir, editor of the Pakistani newspaper Ausaf and the last known journalist to interview bin Laden, in November. Mir's newspaper reported at the weekend that bin Laden had slipped through the tight siege of US and Afghan forces around Tora Bora, close to the Pakistan border. It said bin Laden had "possibly" taken refuge with a tribe in the Paktia province in just south of Tora Bora, but also close to the border, with "four loyal associates". Ausaf said US Marines and Afghan anti-Taliban forces had found the caves where bin Laden had hidden, but the 44-year-old al-Qaeda leader had already been spirited away. "Trusted Arab Mujahideen reportedly helped him reach the hideout. The whole operation took place during the time when al-Qaeda members unexpectedly offered to lay down their arms, as a result of which US-led forces stopped bombing Tora Bora."
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 23:53:35 (EST)
My two cents are: Where's that chocolaty swiss miss, Whatever?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 21:53:09 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.jewishworldreview.com/cols/sowell121201.asp
he ain't no ann coulter
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 21:41:26 (EST)
My two cents are: No, not terrorism. Just using the bomb for its intended purpose, which is to blast to bits targets that may house enemy leaders.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 21:19:02 (EST)
My two cents are: Al Qaeda?
doubt it
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 21:01:35 (EST)
My two cents are: "start by dropping one on chappaqua." Isn't it nice to have the Al Qaeda right here at fornigate, advocating more attacks on New York?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 20:53:31 (EST)
My two cents are: In a sense, Bateson is the most likely candidate for biologist of the century, last two centuries perhaps what with that eco-system bit and all. Go back any further and we'd be hanging our heads in shame about the barnacle goose fiasco; dinosaurs turning into birds; etc.... Pass the stilton and sherry please, there's alot to be said for an armchair. Especially an armchair named Bateson.
Borg 19 of 22
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 20:34:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Northrop Grumman has briefed Air Force officials on a concept to field a 30,000-pound guided weapon, called 'Big BLU,' that could be used as a penetrator to destroy hardened targets that may house enemy leaders or weapons of mass destruction, DEFENSE DAILY reported on Friday.
start by dropping one on chappaqua
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 20:19:59 (EST)
My two cents are:
........Yeah, that's the ticket.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 20:14:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Linda got a new face.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 20:08:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Snippy needs to consult his inner Kennedy for a booster. His previous limbaughtomized persona is trying to break through.
Whiling
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 19:43:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Paula Jones choked on the salami snake and then had regret and wanted to get Clinton and a nose job. Kathleen Willey honked her own boobs in the OO pantry. Oh yeah, and Bernard Goldberg was simply disgruntled.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 19:38:15 (EST)
My two cents are: It was the nose job she was after.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 19:32:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Yes, classical liberal smear game. She was just a mixed up intern who fantasized about the Big He. Linda Tripp was only after a book deal. George Bush Jr. wants to poison the water supply.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 18:58:02 (EST)
My two cents are: No need to read Bias, I'll tell you about it. There's this guy, Goldberg, who's kind of like a disgruntled postal worker. He says there's a liberal bias in the media because, when he worked at CBS, he heard people say there was. As proof he offers such anecdotes as the time he heard a CBS staffer refer to Gary Bauer as "that little nut. Goldberg was deeply offended by such talk and saved that smoking gun for the book. Pat Buchanan has been quoted as denying there's any liberal bias and that that's just something rightwing nuts like to say. So there you go. Goldberg heard someone call little Gary Bauer a little nut and Pat Buchanan says there's no liberal bias. Personally, I think Enron influenced the news media, or used to before the scandal erupted. By the way, keep your eyes on the scandal. Snippy's trying to keep a tight asshole and playing wag the dog.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 18:10:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Although B has LT the banker turned to sailor talk when discussing the Clintons and their cozy, ah, let's just say "relationships," with the "tree huggers." I hope that the president of the town tree committee wasn't within ear shot or he might have to start walking their dog himself.
Glint
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 17:50:22 (EST)
My two cents are: While wiling away his spare time the banker watches TCM and AMC and videotapes the classics. He likes to reminisce. So I asked him he had a copy of "Freaks" (1932). He does not have a copy. Called the movie macabre and leaving him in need of an enema after watching. Did say that the one freak who had no body below his waist had become a local celebrity around Baltimore and that he had seen him on numerous occasions during his younger years. Suggested checking out the clearance section at K-Mart for the film. Suggested I hurry because in his opinion the K-Mart stock is getting ready to tank.
Glint
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 17:38:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Just got off the phone with the retired banker. He's sending a copy of Bernard Goldberg's new book "Bias" over by special courier. The yanking up of the Liberal circus tent continues.
Glint
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 17:28:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Was that Ho-hum I saw under that blue awning?
Ted
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 15:19:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Because he's a Chosen One and can choose whats right for every one of the unchosen.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 15:03:54 (EST)
My two cents are: How can anyone who wants to preserve what constitutes America, defend John Ashcroft?
Mary
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 14:54:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Wait a minute. The Sports Illustrated guy says the Arabs were taken out by jocks, but Mark Steyn, after ruminating long and hard about what it means to be Canadian, says that they were taken out by techno-executive entrepreneurs. Which is it? Who do we put in charge of the sky-marshal program, Bill Gates or Barry Bonds?
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 14:15:54 (EST)
My two cents are: If God had actually been on the job none of the tragic events would have taken place.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 14:11:12 (EST)
My two cents are: By Rick Reilly Sports Illustrated The huge rugby player, the former high school football star and the onetime college baseball player were in first class, the former national judo champ was in coach. On the morning of Sept. 11, at 32,000 feet, those four men teamed up to sacrifice their lives for those of perhaps thousands of others. Probably about an hour into United Flight 93's scheduled trip from Newark to San Francisco, the 38 passengers aboard the Boeing 757 realized they were being hijacked. The terrorists commandeered the cockpit, and the passengers were herded to the back of the plane. Shoved together were four remarkable men who didn't much like being shoved around. One was publicist Mark Bingham, 31, who helped Cal win the 1991 and '93 national collegiate rugby championships. He was a surfer, and in July he was carried on the horns of a bull in Pamplona. Six-foot-five, rowdy and fearless, he once wrestled a gun from a mugger's hand late at night on a San Francisco street. One was medical research company executive Tom Burnett, 38, the standout quarterback for Jefferson High in Bloomington, Minn., when the team went to the division championship game in 1980. That team rallied around Burnett every time it was in trouble. One was businessman Jeremy Glick, 31, 6'2" and muscular, the 1993 collegiate judo champ in the 220-pound class from the University of Rochester (N.Y.), a national-caliber wrestler at Saddle River (N.J.) Day School and an all-state soccer player. "As long as I've known him," says his wife, Lyz, "he was the kind of man who never tried to be the hero - but always was." One was 32-year-old sales account manager Todd Beamer, who played mostly third base and shortstop in three seasons for Wheaton (Ill.) College. The rugby player picked up an AirFone and called his mother, Alice Hoglan, in Sacramento to tell her he loved her. The judo champ called Lyz at her parents' house in Windham, N.Y., to say goodbye to her and their 12-week-old daughter, Emmy. But in the calls the quarterback made to his wife, Deena, in San Ramon, Calif., and in the conversation the baseball player had with a GTE operator, the men made it clear that they'd found out that two other hijacked planes had cleaved the World Trade Center towers. The pieces of the puzzle started to fit. Somewhere near Cleveland the passengers on Flight 93 had felt the plane take a hard turn south. They were now on course for Washington, D.C. Senator Arlen Specter (R., Pa.) believes the plane might have been headed for the Capitol. Beamer, Bingham, Burnett and Glick must have realized their jet was a guided missile. The four apparently came up with a plan. Burnett told his wife, "I know we're going to die. Some of us are going to do something about it." He wanted to rush the hijackers. Nobody alive is sure about what happened next, but there's good reason to believe that the four stormed the cockpit. Flight 93 never made it to Washington. Instead, it dived into a field 80 miles southeast of Pittsburgh. All passengers and crew perished. Nobody on the ground was killed. In the heart of San Francisco's largest gay neighborhood, a makeshift memorial grew, bouquet by bouquet, to the rugby player who was unafraid. Yeah, Bingham was gay. In Windham, a peace grew inside Lyz Glick. "I think God had this larger purpose for him," she said. "He was supposed to fly out the night before, but couldn't. I had Emmy one month early, so Jeremy got to see her. You can't tell me God isn't at work there." In Cranbury, N.J., a baby grew in Lisa Beamer, Todd's wife, their third child. Hearing the report last Friday of her husband's heroics, Lisa said, "made my life worth living again." In Washington, a movement grew in Congress to give the four men the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest award a civilian can receive. At a time like this, sports are trivial. But what the best athletes can do - keep their composure amid chaos, form a plan when all seems lost and find the guts to carry it out - may be why the Capitol isn't a charcoal pit. My 26-year-old niece, Jessica Robinson, works for Congressman Lane Evans (D., Ill.). Jessica was in the Capitol that morning. This Christmas I'll get to see her smiling face. I'm glad there were four guys up there I could count on. Issue Date: Sept. 20, 2001
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 13:41:05 (EST)
My two cents are: 'Let's Roll' sounds positively unCanadian. Without doubt, the best Canadian response to the events of September 11th has been from David Collenette. Whoops, sorry, that's a typing error. I meant Neil Young -- assuming, for the purposes of argument, the "Canadian rock legend" is still Canadian. Neil's new song, Let's Roll, takes its inspiration from the events on Flight 93, the one supposedly headed for the White House that Tuesday morning but whose passengers -- Todd Beamer, Jeremy Glick, Thomas Burnett, Mark Bingham and others -- rose up and overpowered the Islamakazi hijackers. ( Flight 93 crashed in a Pennsylvania field, but its fallen heroes saved hundreds of lives, including perhaps the Vice-President's. Todd Beamer's last words, heard by a GTE operator to whom he'd been speaking, were, "Are you ready, guys? Let's roll!" Neil Young's dark, driving anthem begins with the sound of cellphones ringing. Then: I know I said I love you, I know you know it's true, I got to put the phone down, And do what we gotta do. One's standing in the aisle way, Two more at the door, We got to get inside there, Before they kill some more. Time is runnin' out, Let's roll. Time is runnin' out, Let's roll ... Let's roll for freedom, Let's roll for love, Goin' after Satan, On the wings of a dove ... With the benefit of hindsight, Flight 93 is the decisive event of September 11th. By all accounts, the hijackers of that plane weren't exactly the cream of Osama's toxic crop. The flight was halfway across the continent before the boobs made their move and started meandering back east to their target. By the time the passengers began calling home, their families were aware of what had happened at the World Trade Center. Unlike those on the earlier flights, the hostages on 93 knew they were a human missile intended to kill thousands of their fellow citizens. So they acted. As Jim Bennett of UPI wrote, "The Era of Osama lasted about an hour and half or so, from the time the first plane hit the tower to the moment the General Militia of Flight 93 reported for duty." Just so. No one will ever again hijack an American airliner with box cutters, or, I'd wager, with anything else -- not because of new but predictably idiotic FAA regulations, but because of the example of Todd Beamer and his ad hoc platoon. Faced with a new and unprecedented form of terror, the latest American technology (cellphones) combined with the oldest American virtue (self-reliance) and stopped it in its tracks in just 90 minutes. The foiling of the hijackers of 93 began the transformation of Osama from a jihadi to a jihas-been. True, he might yet come up with something new, but invention and improvisation are the hallmarks of a dynamic culture not a fetid, stagnant one, like Islamofascism. As for America being "soft" and "decadent," let Neil Young nail that one: No one has the answers, But one thing is true, You got to turn on evil, When it's comin' after you. You got to face it down, And when it tries to hide, You got to go in after it, And never be denied. Time is runnin' out, Let's roll. Time is runnin' out, Let's roll ... My goodness, sounds positively unCanadian, doesn't it? Ah, but September 11th demanded moral clarity, and, the odd grizzled rocker aside, that's not the Canadian way. As the great Blatchford put it the other week, "Canadians consistently mistake the sidelines for more honourable ground." Three months after the war began, the contours of the new world are emerging: An American "hyperpower" (as David Warren noted yesterday) able to project itself anywhere it wants, militarily, economically, culturally; below it, a second tier, entirely vacant; a little further below, a cluster of medium powers -- Britain, France, Germany, etc. -- united in an ersatz federation defined mainly by its somewhat snooty attitude to the rawer liberty of the American Republic; and way, way, way down at the bottom of the list most of the Arab dictatorships, economically, technologically and culturally utterly irrelevant. The Americans who died on Flight 93 are a big part of the reason why the U.S. is outpacing the rest of the West: many of them were tech execs; Thomas Burnett headed a company that made the devices that replace heart valves smaller. These men worked in the most vital sector of the economy, where people start their own businesses, develop new products. We shouldn't be surprised to find that their entrepreneurial spirit extends to the battlefield as well. No time for indecision, We got to make a move ... Time is runnin' out, Let's roll.
Mark Steyn
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 13:25:42 (EST)
My two cents are: How will the dwellers die like GNATS? Use RAID? Doesn't always work.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 13:01:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Cute. That's Nebraska for you.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 12:59:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Was watching the boob tube with the wife. A clip of Gen. Tommy Franks at a press conference was on. "There's something you don't see every day," opined the Mrs., "an eight star general." Guess he had four on each collar.
Glint
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 12:09:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 12:05:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Yea, though the nattering of the wings of the right seemeth to fog on forever, and they their stone ignorance know not of, yet the truly righteous and the wise, they who care for the poor and slingeth not the evil venom of the unwise and unworldly, to them shall be given, as to them has been given, and to them shall be given all the great enjoyments and picnickings, and yea even the wise and the spouses of the wise shall cavort in freedom, empowered to use the subjunctive if it be called for, and all of the wise enjoying fellowship in freedom and mirth, forever spared the wearing of the metaphoric hairnet.
Wis. 4-5:22
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 10:39:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Cast down ye eyes unto the dominions of Sa'Tan, and into the hellfires beneath; for the clouds will waft away like the bogart of the last reed, the dirt will scour off as from a blue steel pad, and they who work to their elbows in the MEAT of the cloven-hooved beast will scurry off like WEASELS; but I will abide, and and have live a good life, and my roll will never be ended.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 09:38:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look at the earth beneath; for the heavens will vanish like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment, and they who dwell in it will die like GNATS; but my salvation will be for ever, and my deliverance will never be ended.
Isa. 51
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 09:15:10 (EST)
My two cents are: You bet. Plus, one persons trailer trash fuckface could be the real (sic) crynic, or treasurewise some faux crying cynic, knowable through adoption of crynic's signature fuckface linguistic patterning. But, hey, it's Christmas. Sort of.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 06:29:40 (EST)
My two cents are: One persons trash could be another persons treasure.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 02:38:29 (EST)
My two cents are: You're all a bunch of trailer trash fuckfaces.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 15, 2001 at 02:28:30 (EST)
My two cents are: No fish to fry? Hmm. I seem to be becoming a soliloquy. Oh well. A bientot, guys.
Madame
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 22:02:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, good grief, then. I hope it's not time to bring up an early case of biological warfare, when the noble Mongol army of Kipchak Khan Janibeg catapulted the corpses of the Mongol plague victims over the walls of Genoa. I hope not. I hope there's other fish to fry.
Madame
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:39:26 (EST)
My two cents are: Which major events might those be?
Madame
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:33:11 (EST)
My two cents are: The pardon was a reply to the 2nd "let's help her", not to the Dungeness stuff.
Madame
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:31:19 (EST)
My two cents are: I'll leave you to work it all out. I'm a little flusterated by the major events this day has brought.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:26:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Pardon?
Madame
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:25:56 (EST)
My two cents are: The fishermen had a strike over in 'Frisco, held back the crab season several days. Settled on an ex-vessel price around $1.75/lb middle of last week I think, maybe during the week-end. Boats brought back a fair set of pots, not as good as last year. I'm thinking of going over sometime next week, maybe take a day off, take the kid, grab one over at the wharf. Never did like Dungeness crab that much but it beats most crustaceans. Beats lobster, to my way of thinking, the homard kind with the claws.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:25:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Please excuse. I didn't know you were here. I'm as ashamed of myself as is possible here.
let's help her, etc.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:21:21 (EST)
My two cents are: Damn the twerpedoes. Full speed ahead.
Madame
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:20:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Back to normal? OK: hey baby, I got a big one cumming to your twat wide open. This is all madness. Open your foul hole. Treason. Wedgie. Geesh.
let's help her scratch that itch
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:19:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Hi, Ho.
Madame
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:17:11 (EST)
My two cents are: In that case, I am pleased out faked to be.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:16:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Good advice, Jackson. Be cool. Shee-it.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:11:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Look, just don't go through any major spasms. You'll be sorry in the morning.
Beaner
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:10:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Tootsie!
Grace
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:08:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Welcome back, Ho.
P. Eldon Weasel
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:07:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Ho-hum?
Harlan St. Wolf
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:07:09 (EST)
My two cents are: No, he's the real thing. L'article veritable. You're just faked out madame, because he's obviously lost his edge. Flounders would be appalled (�pouvant�.)
Trop Fort�
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 21:06:44 (EST)
My two cents are: Derogative? Derogatory? Interrogative? Purgatory? Is someone playing overtime with their thesaurus? Stop it right now.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 20:55:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Thought it was "derogatory," wink, but perhaps you're a faux ananas. That would account for it.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 20:49:47 (EST)
My two cents are: My, my. Isn't "derogative" an adjective for derogate? (wink)
Ho-hum
SF, - Friday, December 14, 2001 at 20:04:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Bin Laden's al-Qaeda demonstrated brilliant organisational skills in the attacks on New York and Washington - and with no lapses in security. Even in the panic of war, would his men be so careless, as has been reported this week, to discuss his whereabouts in radio conversations to which they knew the US and the anti-Taliban Afghans were listening? And if he still was in the mountains would he, or those of his heavies who are left, tolerate the indignity of all this haggling over the terms of a possible surrender? An explanation of the surrender proposals, from an Afghan sympathiser, was that the fighters had decided that if bin Laden and his top men were going to hide deep in the caves and do none of the fighting, why should they? At best, the US now is sending mixed signals on the extent to which it believes that bin Laden still is in the caves of Tora Bora. Last night's certainty that he was there came hard on the heels of a morning press briefing at which the Defence Secretary, Donald Rumsfeld, simply threw his hands in the air when asked of the terrorist's whereabouts. And a few days earlier, the US Central Command Chief, Tommy Franks, was disarmingly honest on the whereabouts of the other multi-million dollar fugitive, Mullah Omar. He told reporters: "We simply don't know right now where Omar is." Last Saturday a former Taliban official claimed that both men were still in Kandahar. Omar reportedly was seen about 10 days ago on a motorcycle, heading into hills west of Kandahar. Bin Laden reportedly rode a "red" pony in bomb-fractured forest country near Tora Bora early this week. The Taliban's Islamabad envoy said two weeks ago that bin Laden had left the country - and then denied it. Then Donald Rumsfeld said that bin Laden could have been carried out in a low-flying chopper, through Pakistan's lawless border country where he would be able to melt into familiar local surroundings before opting for a new life in, say, Somalia, Sudan or Yemen. So, after such a rout in Afghanistan, what is to become of bin Laden's grand plans for a new Islamic world order, designed as it is around control over the Saudis' 25 per cent of world oil reserves and Pakistan's nuclear arsenal? Will the al-Qaeda operatives who can escape head back to their domestic quagmires to confront the corrupt princes and "infidel" US troops stationed in Saudi Arabia? Will they become thorns in the side of the regimes in Yemen and Algeria? French experts are tipping that they will do just that. But before they do, the question is whether there is already a plan in place for a grand, parting slash at the US, in retaliation for wrecking the vipers' nest they had made of Afghanistan. And then there are the warlords. In this land of bribes and covert deals, no-one should be surprised if it emerges that some of the al-Qaeda fighters now on the slopes of Tora Bora have done a deal with the bounty-hunting warlords to share the $50 million on bin Laden's head. One of the warlords, Haji Zaman, has extracted a down payment from Washington of $200 for each soldier he has in the search. And he and the other warlords, all of whom hail from Jalalabad and who between them have about 700 men, are pestering the US for more money and weapons. As their men race about the mountains in their beloved Toyota and Datsun pick-up trucks, the three warlord leaders try to work together. Each has something to offer in the search for bin Laden, but there is a question of trust among them and how to divide $50 million. Zaman has the pointiest elbows. His reputation is based on the fight he took to the Russians in the 1980s. But when the Taliban took control in 1997 he hotfooted into exile in Dijon, France, for four years. He returned only weeks ago, claiming the title of military chief of Jalalabad. Hazrat Ali seized the Jalalabad airport when the Taliban fled and called himself "security chief" for the province. His men are said to be the best fighters at Tora Bora, but the local villagers will always find the short and bearded Ali suspect as a leader because he is not a Pashtun. Haji Qadir also went into exile for the Taliban years. He is the governor of Jalalabad but, it is said, his men would have difficulty fighting their way out of the proverbial wet paper bag. He has what the other two lack, however: he controls the local ammunition dumps which the Taliban had stacked with rocket-propelled grenades, mortars and tank shells. Some of the Afghani fighters complained to reporters that, for them, attacking Tora Bora was a suicide mission. They are easily seen and can be picked off by the al-Qaeda fighters. And, despite the bounty, there is little reward. As one of the foot-soldiers volunteered: "That money is for our leaders and commanders. It's not for us." And even as they confront the Taliban in their last stand, there are errors. When Ali's men first ventured onto the mountain they inadvertently disarmed Zaman's men - thinking they were al-Qaeda fighters. When some of Zaman's men set up a gun position in a building near Tora Bora, all died when the US mistakenly bombed it. Such is the tension between the three camps that there have been several times when men loyal to different warlords have turned their guns on each other. At one stage Zaman accused a son of Qadir of doing a deal with the al-Qaeda fighters, delivering them food and ammunition. But the son told reporters: "Zaman's accusations are baseless. He just doesn't want us here fighting for Tora Bora. He wants it as his own prize." The surrender effort apparently revolved around an equation articulated by Ali, in which most of the al-Qaeda fighters were to be offered a safe passage to freedom if they would hand over their top 22 men - including bin Laden. Amid utter confusion, Ali claimed at one stage that the al-Qaeda men were willing to hand over the 22, but not bin Laden. But was bin Laden still on the mountain? He said: "I don't want to disclose that." And when the warlords could not agree to a united position during one of the surrender negotiations, Zaman was heard barking dismissively to one of his rivals: "If you want to hold this ridge, send your own men up here. You are down there with the press and the pretty ladies and I'm stuck up here." Later that day, Zaman confidently predicted that the al-Qaeda fighters would surrender and he marched his own men down off the mountain. But the al-Qaeda fighters did not follow. Zaman was furious, insisting that he had fixed a deal with al-Qaeda, but that it had been wrecked by continued US bombing. All week, as tank, rocket and mortar fire provided a background accompaniment to incessant US bombing, Zaman was adamant that bin Laden was still in the caves. But when he was pressed on Thursday, he said: "Now, you know, I don't know exactly." And suddenly, too, a bin Laden associate who recently had fled to Pakistan was claiming that two weeks ago local tribesmen had helped bin Laden over the border. All of which conflicted with claims attributed to Ayman al-Zawahri, a senior al-Qaeda man, in a London magazine that bin Laden was still in Afghanistan. Washington is desperate to ensure that bin Laden does not give it the slip in any of these negotiations. Vice-President Dick Cheney warned this week that the US would be demanding custody of Mullah Omar and bin Laden if either was captured by the anti-Taliban Afghanis or any allied forces. On NBC's Meet the Press he was asked: "If either is captured alive, will [the US] insist that they be turned over to the American authorities?" He answered: "Yes." "No international court?" his questioner pressed. "No," was the Vice-President's monosyllabic but emphatic reply. The US rout of the Taliban was never in doubt. But the reason it went after the Taliban was to get bin Laden. To run him to ground still calls for great patience - but if bin Laden is at Tora Bora the pincer movement of US bombs and Afghan bounty hunters surely will get him. For now, the ground war at Tora Bora seems to have stalled.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 19:56:44 (EST)
My two cents are: "Derogative"? Faux Ho. Do it.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 19:49:33 (EST)
My two cents are: 18:35:19, Just Do It!
Nike
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 19:40:33 (EST)
My two cents are: OK, enough is enough. This is enough to make me burst my seams. Clearly, I would never post anything even mildly derogative of President Clinton. He is my God, after all. There. Whew! Glad to get that off my chest. Now we can get back to normal?
Ho-hum
SF, - Friday, December 14, 2001 at 18:53:22 (EST)
My two cents are: TEHRAN (Reuters) - An Iranian bridegroom bit off more than he could chew when, according to custom, he licked honey from his bride's finger during their marriage ceremony and choked to death on one of her false nails. The Jam-e Jam newspaper said on Wednesday the 28-year-old groom died on the spot in the northwestern city of Qazvin while the bride was rushed to hospital after fainting from shock. Iranian couples lick honey from each other's fingers when they get married so that their life together starts sweetly.
more proof that this part of the world should be nuked
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 18:51:27 (EST)
My two cents are: A career as a lounge lizard. Why not. Start by going south with a camera and collecting 8 x 10s of roadkill lizards. Find one pic you really like, study it, analyze, emulate.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 18:48:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Faux Ho-hum spotted. Don't make me do it!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 18:35:19 (EST)
My two cents are: A couple of nights ago I entertained folks in a tavern on the Baltimore-Caroll County line by singing a song during a holiday banquet for astronomers. I'm thinking of starting a new career as a crooning lounge lizard. Anybody have any advice on beginning a career in theatrics?
Glint
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 18:25:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Hi Ho-Hum. At least we don't have to care who Clinton's flipping his apple sauce on any more.
Glint
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 18:08:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Smirks aren't allowed when the President says that the war on terrorism has transformationed the U.S.-Russia relationship. Or if he asks what state Wales is in.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 17:16:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Last week I was interviewed for a job by someone who looked like James Carville's twin brother. However, he must have been the good twin because he didn't have the annoying smirk and didn't seem to be gloating about anything. Seemed like an o.k. guy other than that.
Glint
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 17:02:45 (EST)
My two cents are: This Is Your Country on Drugs DRUG WAR INDEX Number of Americans who say we're losing the drug war: 3 in 4 ( 1 ) Number of Americans over age 11 who have used illicit drugs in their lifetime: 2 in 5 ( 2 ) Number of times the total of new drug users in 1998 is greater than the current population of the City of L.A.: 2 ( 3 ) Amount of current federal budget dedicated to controlling drugs: $18.1 billion ( 4 ) Estimated amount Americans spent on retail purchase of illicit drugs in 2000: $62.9 billion ( 5 ) Percentage of Americans favoring decriminalization of marijuana: 46 ( 6 ) Percentage of white evangelical Protestants opposing decriminalization of marijuana: 65 ( 7 ) Year that President Reagan declared a "War on Drugs": 1982 Percent increase of federal correctional-facility budget since 1982: +1,078 ( 8 ) Percentage of federal inmates doing time for drugs in 1982: 24 ( 9 ) Percentage of federal inmates doing time for drugs in 1999: 58 ( 10 ) Percent growth of combined state and federal inmates doing time for drugs from 1982 through 1998: 206 ( 11 ) Ratio, in cocaine-use reduction, of money spent on treatment to that spent on domestic law enforcement: 1 to 7 ( 12 ) Ratio, in cocaine-use reduction, of money spent on treatment to that spent on source-country control: 1 to 23 ( 13 ) Number of Blackhawk helicopters the U.S. is sending to Colombia: 16 Percentage of budget increase of the Drug Enforcement Agency since 1982: +492 ( 14 ) Approximate ratio of total pounds of heroin, cocaine, marijuana and hashish seized by the DEA to pounds seized by U.S. Customs: 1 to 2 ( 15 ) Ratio of DEA budget to U.S. Customs anti-drug budget: 2 to 1 ( 16 ) Number of cars crossing from Mexico into the U.S. legally from October 1999 to October 2000: 89 million ( 21 ) Typical amount of time a San Ysidro border agent spends on vehicle inspections: 30 to 90 seconds ( 22 ) Amount of cocaine traveling to the U.S. through Mexico in 1999: 277 metric tons ( 23 ) Percent change in retail price of a gram of cocaine since 1982: -57 ( 24 ) Percent change in retail purity of a gram of cocaine since 1982: +78 ( 25 ) Current estimated purity: 80 to 85 percent ( 26 ) Year in which federally mandated minimum-sentence guidelines for crack cocaine were passed by Congress: 1986 ( 27 ) Federally mandated minimum sentence for anyone caught with 500 grams of powder cocaine: 5 years ( 28 ) Federally mandated minimum sentence for anyone caught with 5 grams of crack cocaine: 5 years ( 29 ) Ratio of punishment for crack cocaine to powder cocaine: 100 to 1 Percent change in number of federal drug prisoners from 1986 through 1999: +350 ( 30 ) Chance that a new federal prisoner during that time was sentenced for drugs: 2 in 3 ( 31 ) Percentage of cocaine users ( within the past 12 months ) who are white: 73 Percentage of cocaine users ( within the past 12 months ) who are black: 9 Percentage of cocaine users ( within the past 12 months ) who are Hispanic: 15 ( 32 ) Total DEA arrestees for cocaine who are white: 13 percent Total DEA arrestees for cocaine who are black: 40 percent Total DEA arrestees for cocaine who are Hispanic: 43 percent ( 33 ) Percentage of all black males aged 25 to 29 incarcerated in 2000: 13.1 ( 34 ) Percentage of all white males aged 25 to 29 incarcerated in 2000: 1.7 ( 35 ) State in which most manufacture of LSD occurs: California ( 36 ) Year that LSD was declared illegal in the U.S.: 1967 Ratio of number of people who tried hallucinogens in 1968 to 1998: 1 to 3 ( 37 ) Year that the Drug Abuse Resistance Education ( DARE ) Program was founded by the LAPD: 1983 Effect that DARE participation has on illicit drug and alcohol use by age 20: 0 ( 38 ) Effect that DARE participation has on suburban high school student use of illicit drugs and alcohol: +3 to 5 percent ( 39 ) Ratio of people who try marijuana for the first time to people who try cigarettes: 3 to 4 ( 40 ) Chance that a college graduate has tried drugs: 1 in 2 ( 41 ) Chance that a high school dropout has tried drugs: 1 in 3 ( 42 ) Years of federal alcohol prohibition: 1920 to 1933 Percent increase of deaths from poisoned liquor from 1920 to 1925: +290 ( 43 ) Percent increase of homicide rate from 1920 through 1933: +43 ( 44 ) Increase of per capita consumption of alcohol from 1921 through 1929: +550 percent ( 45 ) Year that Eli Lilly and Company began marketing Prozac( R ) in the United States: 1987 Year in which Merck Pharmaceuticals first synthesized methylenedioxymethametaphine ( Ecstasy ): 1912 ( 47 ) Effect of Prozac( R ) on the brain: inhibits reuptake of serotonin by neural cells Effect of Ecstasy on the brain: stimulates release of serotonin by neural cells Country where Prozac( R ) was first introduced: Belgium Main centers for Ecstasy production: Belgium, Netherlands, Luxembourg ( 48 ) Precursor chemicals necessary for production of methamphetamine ( speed ): ephedrine or pseudoephedrine ( 49 ) Active ingredient of Chlor-Trimeton Non-Drowsy Decongestant 4 Hour( R ), Dimetapp( R ) decongestants, and Sudafed( R ): pseudoephedrine Year until which speed was available without a prescription: 1951 ( 50 ) Number of Ritalin( R ) or generic methylaphenidate prescriptions written last year: 10.7 million Number of Americans over age 11 who have used methamphetamines in their lifetime: 4.3 million ( 51 ) Average time it takes for snorted speed to take effect: 20 minutes ( 52 ) Year that speed was first used in an over-the-counter nasal decongestant by Smith, Kline and French: 1932 ( 53 ) Estimated number of Americans over age 11 who have used prescription medicines recreationally in their lifetime: 15.4 million ( 54 ) Estimated number of Americans over age 11 who are current cigarette smokers: 57 million ( 55 ) Average number of U.S. citizens who die every year due to tobacco use: 430,000 ( 56 ) Average number of deaths per year due to car crashes in the 1990s: 41,513 ( 57 ) Average number of deaths per year due to drugs in the 1990s: 13,412 ( 58 ) Percentage of pregnant American women who smoke cigarettes: 20 ( 59 ) Percentage of pregnant American women who use cocaine: 0.2 ( 60 ) Medical cost that smoking cigarettes and cigars produces in direct ( cost of smokers' diseases ) and indirect ( secondhand smoke, prenatal care for low-birth-weight infants and smoking-related fires ) expenses: $100 billion ( 61 ) Medical cost ( detoxification, rehabilitation and diseases caused by drug abuse ) that drug abuse generates: $9.9 billion ( 62 ) Number of times the number of current U.S. drug users is greater than the current population of Colorado: 3.5 ( 66 ) Number of times the number of Americans who ever have used illicit drugs is greater than the current population of California: 2.6 ( 67 ) Year that Frederich the Great ( 1712�1786, Prussia ) declared coffee illegal: 1777 Number of bags of coffee harvested in 2000: 112,901,000 ( 68 ) http://www.mapinc.org/drugnews/v01/n1192/a01.html
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:56:00 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary's just got the same old "tihc" again. Hse doesn't need oyu.
Inepapple�
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:53:40 (EST)
My two cents are: It's ALL shit.
Inepapple�
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:51:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Go waya, Ho-Hum. You're not awnted.
Inepapple�
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:50:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Quack.
Duck
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:45:08 (EST)
My two cents are: If it quacks like a duck must be a duck.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:42:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Rghit!
House of Meat
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:41:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Hi Mary, good to see you back. I read a rather interesting story in an online paper out of the Bay Area. Seems there is some argument that Bill Clinton is who has actually eviscerated our liberty under the Constitution. Kind of fuzzies up the math: http://www.sfbg.com/News/36/11/11war.html
Ho-hum
SF, - Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:41:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Make that ahrd to etll.
Hsoue of Meat
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:38:20 (EST)
My two cents are: A dopey suburban kid at 17, a Taliban fighter at 20, on the cover of People Magazine and offered his own TV show on all licensed networks and cable outlets at 21. Tell me this isn't rolling.
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- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:37:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Either someone is doing a masterful job at imitating the Pineapple or he has appeared. Hard to Tell.
House of Meat
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:37:04 (EST)
My two cents are: I'll pass.
Don't like Blatant Racists
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:35:44 (EST)
My two cents are: If you do read the autobiography of Malcom X, you will find that there is more to it than Hymie. He conked his hair and they called him Red and he was a famous Pullman porter and a stick-up man and could clear the floor at the Cotton Club bopping in front of Duke Ellington. He sat down and memorized the dictionary in prison, something the Pineapple should try, and came under the sway of the improbable con man Elija Muhammed and speculated on Hymie and went to Araby and was becoming a real Muslim when he was bumped off, shotgunned before his wife and children by the minions of Louis Farrakhan. Malcom X was a study, and a reasonable lever to lever off a rock that was ready to roll, for example this tuna-fish white boy John Walker. Who in his own amazing journey turned himself into a Taliban soldier, rolling pretty solid although in a goofy direction, up to his chin in tubs of real shit at an age when the Pineapple was waiting for his next playground wedgie and trying to understand Cliff's Notes, and when Glint was proudly learning to roll a tighter doobie, thinking that this is what being outside the bubble is like.
House of Meat
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:34:35 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, anonymous never-returning Pineapple, I thought it was all shit and didn't make a difference either way. I thought the truth is it is ALL madness. What gives?
House of Meat
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 16:24:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Either that, or ignorance of how drugs fund the enemy's war efforts are completely lost on the liberal sect in America.
I think the latter
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 15:57:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Support the War on Drugs to fight terrorism. You're either with us or against us. The latest spin to pass an agenda.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 15:08:05 (EST)
My two cents are: The Bush Administration exhibits a theological belief in the utterly irrelevant (as we saw Sept. 11) 'missile defense' system. U.S. and world security is much better served by getting serious about nuclear non-proliferation and the ultimate elimination of nuclear weapons" continued Martin."The radical unilateralists in the Bush Administration have triumphed. The Wolfowitz, Bolton and Pearle sphere think U.S. military, political and economic power is so great that we don't need to be a good global citizen-that we can and should strut about the world like a schoolyard bully. Obviously, they think the rule of law should only apply to the weak." "However, in seeking unilateral solutions at the expense of international cooperation, they ensure that instability, insecurity and, ultimately, terrorism will be with us for a long time to come. They are laying the groundwork today for the next massive, asymmetrical attack on the United States. The big winners in this announcement are Boeing, Lockheed Martin, TRW and Raytheon, who will continue to reap immense profits from Star Wars contracts whether the system ever works or not. The big losers are the American people and American security", said Martin. http://www.peace-action.org/abmwdraw.html
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 14:58:48 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.liberalslant.com/j6.htm
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 14:44:09 (EST)
My two cents are: Has anyone read The Autobiography of Malcolm X? Here's a passage in which Mr. X describes his own education in Islam, as taught by his brother Reginald, whose "approach was so effective": "The white man is the devil." He told me that all whites knew they were devils -- "especially Masons." I said, "Without any exception?" "Without any exception." "What about Hymie?" "What is it if I let you make 500 dollars to let me make 10,000?" After Reginald left, I thought. I thought. Thought. Yes, that is something to think about. (I always knew there was something funny about those Masons.)
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 14:32:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Looks like rain to me.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 14:29:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Hi Glint, I'm always interested in your articles about what's happening in the sky. You have a great knack for explaining things and I can even find the stars you talk about in your articles. I live at 3934 ***** Road, which is right off of ***** ******. Also, exactly where is the dome located at *******? I have a motorcycle and ride around the New Windsor area a lot--especially love the Wakefield Valley scenery. I'd like to visit the dome at some point just to see it. - Charlotte
fan mail from biker babes
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 14:14:36 (EST)
My two cents are: No. Wish semo poelpe ouwdl lanre ot ytep. Dna nkthi. ah ah awab.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 14:02:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Don't you wish somtime House of Meat would jsut shut the fuck up?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 13:49:55 (EST)
My two cents are: So maybe it's not raining where you are. Hawaii gets a deep partial eclipse in about 90 minutes. Anyway, here is the scoop as found in the Carroll County Times on Sunday>>> "December's Sunset Solar Eclipse" Late last year this area enjoyed a partial solar eclipse on Christmas Day. Did you see it? Several images taken from New Windsor on that bitter cold and windy day are posted on the **** ****** web site by clicking on the Christmas eclipse link. As luck would have it a year later we are treated to another December partial eclipse. This year it shall occur on the afternoon of Friday the 14th. The event times are presented later in this article. In Westminster at maximum eclipse 16% of the surface of the Sun shall be covered by the New Moon. That is considerably less than the 42.5% coverage at the Christmas eclipse. However, the upcoming event is very unique because the Sun sets during the eclipse. As you may have heard extreme caution must be used when viewing the Sun, even when partially eclipsed. The only time it is safe to view the sun without filtration is when an eclipse is total AND you are viewing it from within the narrow path of totality where 100% of the Sun's bright photosphere is being blocked by the Moon. There is no place on Earth where a total eclipse can be viewed on December 14. A pin-hole projector is the safest method of viewing. Plans for a safe "Solar Eclipse Theater" may be found on the **** ****** web page near the bottom of the main page. A plate of density #14 welding glass is also safe for naked eye solar viewing. Just hold the welding glass in front of the eyes. But do not try staring into a telescope or binoculars using this method! The concentrated heat from the magnified image of the sun could cause the glass to shatter. When the sun is low in the sky near sunset it is viewed through a thicker layer of atmosphere than when it is high in the sky. Thus the atmosphere acts as a natural attenuator by weakening the Sun's light at sunset. This dimming effect makes it easier to glance at the sun without filtration. According to Sky & Telescope magazine's December issue, "Glancing at a deeply dimmed and reddened Sun at sunset is not unsafe, but staring at it or viewing it with unfiltered optical aid should be avoided." The best place to view the sunset eclipse on December 14 is from a hill with a clear horizon to the west-southwest. This way the partially eclipsed sun with one "bite" missing can be seen as it slips beneath the horizon. According to Fred Espenak of NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center (GSFC), 1st contact for Washington and Baltimore occurs at 4:13 p.m. EST. At that time the first tiny notch will appear at the Sun's edge. Maximum eclipse for our region happens at sunset when some 16% of the Sun will be obscured. In Westminster the sun shall set at 4:45 p.m. Good luck and safe viewing.
Glint
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 13:47:49 (EST)
My two cents are: I'm ready.
Dean 1 of 22
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 13:41:09 (EST)
My two cents are: The American people are signalling their readiness to give up Bushian war and poverty and return to Clintonian peace and prosperity.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 13:38:46 (EST)
My two cents are: The American people are signalling their readiness to give up Bushian war and poverty and return to Clintonian peace and prosperity.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 13:38:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Ginsberg?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 12:56:34 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.bullatomsci.org/issues/2000/mj00/treaty_gronlund.html
Safe and Secure
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 12:53:28 (EST)
My two cents are: Botany is a subset of biology. So is microbiology, genetics, medical research, all sorts of activities that approach or surpass rocket science in difficulty. Other wide swaths of biology, particularly those which we used to call the realm of the naturalist, run into Heisenberg but attempt to sneak past by ignoring the limits of the empirical focus and pretending to an impossible precision. For example, if I say I saw about ten fish, a real academic biologist says, no you didn't, but I scientifically sampled ten fish plus-or-minus nine fish and derived equation 1 from this datum. I once had a string of young men who I would take under the edges of a river, where I would see about a hundred and they would see about a hundred, but they would be troubled, because the hundred are milling around and ducking behind twigs or rocks and the water is swift and cold. So I would tell them, look, you have to trust yourself because nobody is going to check you, your professor will never come along behind with his red pencil because he is too comfortable and as much as he says he wishes he could he will not submit himself to this level of misery. He has traded his eyeballs for his books and you are the only person who is ever going to really see this stuff, and I am making you see it because if nobody goes out and looks at it we are all dealing in bullshit. You have to be like Big John, the guy who used to be Marlin Perkins's side-kick on television, who wore bare feet in the jungle and carried a machete and leaped onto his burro like a high-jumper and slid out of helicopters onto the backs of giant Brazilian anteaters, you have to roll, no balls no glory. And what this need for self-reliance and self-trust did to ecology was permit fools like Ginsberg and Bateson to corrupt it, infect it through the supperation of its uncertainty and strip it of the common sense it relied on, and helped turn it into a sub-discipline of aesthetics.
House of Meat
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 12:52:16 (EST)
My two cents are: The Christian fundamentalists are dropping out, like Armey, now that Snippy has perforce become a Kennedy, tirelessly working for the poor and the oppressed, his little woman working on behalf of women's rights. Rightists for women's rights. Kind of has a ring to it, in this Christmas season. Of course, like the Taliban in Tora Bora, there remain little pockets of resistance, sneakily undoing treaties so their military industrial complex buddies can make a billion of our bucks off of their missile shield wet dream, and trying a little separation of powers ninja raids, but it looks like the upcoming death of the graceful Osama and his merry band will bring back America to America, and put the emperor's new clothes back on Snippy. Just as long as the Reichwing Caliphate is put down forever, Snippy can go right ahead and play Kennedy for all I and my ilk care.
4 or 5
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 12:52:03 (EST)
My two cents are: The Christian fundamentalists are dropping out, like Armey, now that Snippy has perforce become a Kennedy, tirelessly working for the poor and the oppressed, his little woman working on behalf of women's rights. Rightists for women's rights. Kind of has a ring to it, in this Christmas season. Of course, like the Taliban in Tora Bora, there remain little pockets of resistance, sneakily undoing treaties so their military industrial complex buddies can make a billion of our bucks off of their missile shield wet dream, and trying a little separation of powers ninja raids, but it looks like the upcoming death of the graceful Osama and his merry band will bring back America to America, and put the emperor's new clothes back on Snippy. Just as long as the Reichwing Caliphate is put down forever, Snippy can go right ahead and play Kennedy for all I and my ilk care.
4 or 5
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 12:49:55 (EST)
My two cents are: It's true that Taliban John should be treated as an Afghan. He should be allowed to keep his K and his belt grenades and walk into the mountains.
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- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 12:27:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Defense is far more noble than some liberals lip synch for an outdated suicidal ABM treaty. It is all politics and no realism for the Democrats.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 12:20:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Of course they are. Look at the graceful Osama.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 09:36:08 (EST)
My two cents are: I am puzzled-----In all the news and papers I read, All I see is Arab Men. No women. Don't women speak out. There are mobs of men, and they live in caves, or are militant radicals screaming and hollering. I am beginning to believe they are homosexuals.
Anonomous
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 09:22:14 (EST)
My two cents are: "Nothing is so permanent as a temporary government program." Milton Friedman
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 09:20:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Until 1943, there was no withholding. Many American had no tax liability and most of those who did simply wrote a small check by the deadline, then March 15. Employers did not have to invest big bucks to serve as federal tax collectors and taxpayers kept their money until it was due. The Current Tax Payment Act of 1943 was passed as a "temporary" measure to finance U.S. involvement in World War II. But, as President Franklin Roosevelt and close associates acknowledged in numerous biographies, the administration had a long-range view. There was no end to the social welfare programs Roosevelt wanted and the war-time withholding was the key to financing them. Employers became permanent tax collectors, relieving the government of a heavy financial burden. By receiving employees' tax payments quarterly, the government enjoyed the huge financial benefit of using their money immediately. When the working man's taxes were withheld from his paycheck, he became less aware of the costs and began referring to his "take home pay." When he received a refund after filing his return, he celebrated.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 09:17:16 (EST)
My two cents are: , "It's a tough time for all of us who believe in a certain way of life to come to grips with the fact that we have to kind of make a...what do you call it...this word's hard for me...I think it's...compromise. That's right. But it's temporary and we can't forget that it's temporary. We're gonna do the job and then we're gonna get back to being who we are." Neil Young
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 09:13:52 (EST)
My two cents are: John Walker should be tried in Afganistan for crimes committed there. When the new Government takes over, then he should be handed back to them.
Anonomous
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 09:01:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Did the Middle East see the original tape of OBL speaking his natural language? Did they see the government translated version?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 08:32:41 (EST)
My two cents are: - Friday, December 14, 2001 at 00:24:02- Just another shitty opinion.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 08:22:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Is it too late for them to produce a George III?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 01:20:41 (EST)
My two cents are: IMHO George Bush II will make a very good dictator.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 01:19:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Actually, I think that statement by Ann sounds more like the beginning of madness. So does comparing Elian to Johnny Walker.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 00:43:00 (EST)
My two cents are: Now there's a fact ...or is it opinion? Opinion based on fact? Fact based on opinion? Blah, blah, blah. Bush withdraws unilatterally from ABM treaty. Maybe you'll get your nuke wish.
Mary
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 00:28:27 (EST)
My two cents are: If there were a goofy cult that prescribed eating your own excrement, liberals would ponder its deeper meaning and treat it with respect.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 00:24:02 (EST)
My two cents are: If there were a goofy cult that prescribed eating your own excrement, liberals would ponder its deeper meaning and treat it with respect.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 00:23:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Blah Blah Blah...opinions on opinions...liberal versus conservative...facts not facts...blah blah blah...
we ought to just nuke everyone and be done with it
- Friday, December 14, 2001 at 00:18:50 (EST)
My two cents are: CHRISTIAN CONSERVATIVES DROPPING OUT Republicans will face a new challenge in upcoming elections -- the dropping out of millions of conservative Christians who were a crucial part of the party's base in past elections, Rove said. In 2000, 15 million such voters turned out at the polls and voted overwhelmingly for Bush. That was about 4 million fewer than had been expected. ``We may have failed to mobilize them, but we may also be returning to the point in America where fundamentalists or evangelicals and Pentecostals remain true to their beliefs, which are that politics is corrupt and therefore we shouldn't participate,'' Rove said. He said the party must reenergize Christian conservatives or ``make up for the deficit someplace else.'' ``The answers to those questions are going to help determine the outcome of future elections. If this process of withdrawal continues it's bad for conservatives, it's bad for Republicans and I also think it's bad for the country,'' he said.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 23:10:17 (EST)
My two cents are: "During almost fifteen centuries has the legal establishment of Christianity been on trial. What have been its fruits? More or less in all places, pride and indolence in the Clergy, ignorance and servility in the laity; in both, superstition, bigotry and persecution." "What influence, in fact, have ecclesiastical establishments had on society? In some instances they have been seen to erect a spiritual tyranny on the ruins of the civil authority; on many instances they have been seen upholding the thrones of political tyranny; IN NO INSTANCE have they been the guardians of the liberties of the people. Rulers who wish to subvert the public liberty may have found an established clergy convenient auxiliaries. A just government, instituted to secure and perpetuate it, needs them not." James Madison
Another Godless Liberal
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 22:51:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Promises, promises made to be broken?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 21:31:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Had a suckful last ten days at pothaole, there have been worse. Had to crank out three choke-assed papers for the politicians. Writing stifled shit always makes me rant later.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 20:33:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, hope you guys are partying. tilt one for me. one for the borg.
Borg 11 of 22
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 20:32:15 (EST)
My two cents are: agreed Meat, I almost bailed yesterday, at least until xmas week. Hope you like the riff on biology!!!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 20:21:24 (EST)
My two cents are: I guess we really ought to cut biology a little slack in terms of any advanced discussions of energy or systems theory. Looking at the history of science you can�t help but observe that while mathematicians like Newton were sussing out calculus and astronomers were mapping the heavens, the biologists were off somewhere with their thumbs up their butts speculating on things like the barnacle goose and the spontaneous generation of mice from a sack of feed corn placed in a dark corner of the barn. It was some two or three hundred years after Newton that Gregor Mendel who didn't know beans had to fake his results to prove what the sheperds of the pyrenees and the breeders of egyptian calico cats had known for centuries. Mice, the barnacle goose. What a legacy. Sure Darwin eventually came along and cleared up 250 years of barnacle goosisms. Small wonder in biology that the book is always fucking wrong. That and the fact that biology is probably the most constrained and method bound positivist bastardization of science there is - this of course with the possible exception of botany - biology being slightly more difficult than botany since in botany the trees cant really run and hide from your observations under rocks and logs and all that. And still it took until what, 1960 for the biologists to notice the existence of some thing called an eco-system? To boot, Ginsberg and Bateson had to pen the shit for them in Co-evolution Quarterly. By the time this finally fucking happened the astronomers and mathematicians had put men on the fucking moon and dropped an atom bomb on the japs.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 20:18:30 (EST)
My two cents are: I wish the Pete fool would go away as he promised he would. He's going to disgust the dog again and this board will turn to crap once more. Dang, it was so nice when he wasn't here.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 20:17:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Madness....I know its madness. What I don't know is which came first the madness or the religion?
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:48:58 (EST)
My two cents are: LOL, This is a complete waste of time. Well yeah.......DUH!
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:41:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Right now, I want to see more of a connection between what Patriot Act and other anti-terrorism measures allow, and the constitution.
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:40:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, All opinions are based on the facts one has, and no one has complete knowlege. Not even you. :) Its a willingness to admit you are wrong in your facts that opens the door for change in opinion. Right now, I want to see more of a connection between what the administrations Patriot Act and other measures and the constitution. I think there can be a way to fight terrorism without tearing up our liberties. Or I want to be convinced there IS NO WAY we can do that. So far, I'm not convinced. And let me see the fine print....if you know what I mean.
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:37:39 (EST)
My two cents are: No, Ann believes this is all Republican vs Democrat. The poster who posted "Young, who received the outfit's "Spirit of Liberty lifetime achievement award," recently had the blame-America-first left grumbling when he recorded the song ''Let's Roll'' as a tribute to the doomed passengers who overpowered their hijackers over Pennsylvania on Sept. 11." sees it as Republicans vs Democrats. There are plenty out there who are trying to paint liberals as the enemy. I am responding to the hypocrisy of it all. This is my opinion on opinions. I'm not a writer like Ann...so I don't get paid the big FIVE bucks. But Adam provides this forum and I can post my two cents worth all I want. :)
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:31:23 (EST)
My two cents are: One must have facts before one can claim knowledge. All you have is brainwashed liberal tripe. A complete waste of time.
scratch it
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:22:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary truly beleives this is all black versus white. Democrat versus republican. Good versus evil. Christian versus Muslim. The truth is it is ALL madness.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:21:10 (EST)
My two cents are: BTW, I'm not here to tout my knowlege of facts. Just my opinions and If I need to get more facts....hand them over. Everything goes into the mix when cooking up an opinion. To be called stupid or ignorant has never been an insult to me. Acknowledgement of ignorance is the first step to acquiring knowledge.
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:20:56 (EST)
My two cents are: UBL: (...Inaudible...) we calculated in advance the number of casualties from the enemy, who would be killed based on the position of the tower. We calculated that the floors that would be hit would be three or four floors. I was the most optimistic of them all. (...Inaudible...) due to my experience in this field, I was thinking that the fire from the gas in the plane would melt the iron structure of the building and collapse the area where the plane hit and all the floors above it only. This is all that we had hoped for. Shaykh: Allah be praised. UBL: We were at (...inaudible...) when the event took place. We had notification since the previous Thursday that the event would take place that day. We had finished our work that day and had the radio on. It was 5:30 p.m. our time. I was sitting with Dr. Ahmad Abu-al-((Khair)). Immediately, we heard the news that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. We turned the radio station to the news from Washington. The news continued and no mention of the attack until the end. At the end of the newscast, they reported that a plane just hit the World Trade Center. Shaykh: Allah be praised. UBL: After a little while, they announced that another plane had hit the World Trade Center. The brothers who heard the news were overjoyed by it. /////////////UBL: He did not know about the operation. Not everybody knew (...inaudible...). Muhammad ((Atta)) from the Egyptian family (meaning the Al Qa'ida Egyptian group), was in charge of the group. //////////////UBL: The brothers, who conducted the operation, all they knew was that they have a martyrdom operation and we asked each of them to go to America but they didn't know anything about the operation, not even one letter. But they were trained and we did not reveal the operation to them until they are there and just before they boarded the planes. UBL: (...inaudible...) then he said: Those who were trained to fly didn't know the others. One group of people did not know the other group. (...inaudible...) (Someone in the crowd asks UBL to tell the Shaykh about the dream of ((Abu-Da'ud)). UBL: We were at a camp of one of the brother's guards in Qandahar. This brother belonged to the majority of the group. He came close and told me that he saw, in a dream, a tall building in America, and in the same dream he saw Mukhtar teaching them how to play karate. At that point, I was worried that maybe the secret would be revealed if everyone starts seeing it in their dream. So I closed the subject. I told him if he sees another dream, not to tell anybody, because people will be upset with him. (Another person's voice can be heard recounting his dream about two planes hitting a big building). UBL: They were overjoyed when the first plane hit the building, so I said to them: be patient. UBL: The difference between the first and the second plane hitting the towers was twenty minutes. And the difference between the first plane and the plane that hit the Pentagon was one hour.
madness
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:19:50 (EST)
My two cents are: I know the Taliban to be a cult of Islam. Even ISLAM is not black and white. They too have their fundies. Don't you know anything at all? Interesting to see FDR being defended. Go right ahead. :)
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:17:44 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary is really stupid.
This is a complete waste of time.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:09:31 (EST)
My two cents are: No, it is not the Taliban's fault, it is Islam's fault. http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0879759844/ref=ase_libertymoveme-20/103-3090657-1899020 FDR's initiatives (since the guy can't pass legislation all by himself). Do you know anything at all?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:09:10 (EST)
My two cents are: US Supreme Court upheld whose iniatives? Which iniatives are you referring too?
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:06:12 (EST)
My two cents are: I understand judgement of the Taliban. After all , it is their judgementnalness that produced the mess they are in today. Judge not lest ye be judged. However, Coulter judges everyone with a broad brush. She is clueless in her role as God.
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:04:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Rah Rah Rah, my team's better, my dog is bigger, you are a loser. Rah Rah Rah. (I'm a huge dope)
Cheerleader's Anonymous Survivor
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:01:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Not true. The US Supreme Court upheld his initiatives. Those which were unconstitutional were in fact stricken. Don't you know anything?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 19:00:40 (EST)
My two cents are: FDR had made his unconstitutional mistakes. After all, he was the most hated SOCIALIST of the republican party before Clinton. Today he is held up by the Republican party to justify their excesses. Same with Robert Kennedy ....IF you are using the Republican critereria. What a joke, the Republicans only have Democrats to hold up as examples. I even heard the FOX network comparing Laura Bush to Eleanor Roosevelt.
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:53:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary just doesn't get it. Poor brainwashed girl. Survival: it is us or them.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:50:16 (EST)
My two cents are: So when is someone going to convert Ann to Christianity? "ye shall know them by their fruits." Anyone want to join Ann and those who follow her judgemental brand of Christianity on judgement day. Does she really think she will be judged as she is judged. Or does she expect mercy? I hear Christians think its the endtime....one would expect more mercy and love and less hate and condemnation. Why do they think they are without sin?
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:47:25 (EST)
My two cents are: If it were not for Uncle Toms like Colin Powell, we'd all be hidin in the woodshed, twitchin.
Whatever
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:43:23 (EST)
My two cents are: I agree.
lets help her scratch that itch
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:42:25 (EST)
My two cents are: One must wonder just how "liberal" Mary is willing to get.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:42:03 (EST)
My two cents are: The constitution is very much intact. Liberals like you just don't understand how it works, especially during a war. Ask Abe Lincoln, or FDR, or Kennedy, or Andrew Jackson.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:41:10 (EST)
My two cents are: The creators of That's My Bush are republicans. That's so cool. I love it. Can't blame that piece of garbage on the liberals.
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:40:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary's getting that "itch" again.
scratch it
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:39:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Exactly how is sealing government records going to protect me from Terrorism? How is keeping the constititution intact going to get us all killed?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:20:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Mary prefers that we allow the terrorists to kill us. Very liberal of you.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:13:46 (EST)
My two cents are: The socialists want to limit your freedoms, gut the constitution. At least that WAS the cry of the right when Clinton was President. It doesn't matter what they call themselves, they have a totalitarian agenda. They can call themselves liberals, or... as they are doing today...conservatives. Bush is playing right into their hands. They are winning and having conservative republicans cheering. Totalitarianism by any other name would still repress. Wake up people. Absolute power corrupts. You can color it red or blue...or Red, White and Blue. End result is the same. My question are we fighting the same enemy ....and now that the enemy is a Republican the bad guys have become good guys. The power of BIG BROTHER is now a good thing and those who disagree are now define liberal. Why is this so confusing. I remember when Ron Paul was a good guy, Larry Klayman was a hero, libertarians were considered conservative, and Bob Barr's objections were patriotic. Have they all become liberals? Is Pat Buchanan a liberal? Anti-war.com was a stalemate of freerepubic conservative news forum...now its Un-American. And speaking of un-american....HOM had a good point. If I disagree with the President of Mexico....am I Un-Mexican? How about if I am a citizen of Italy and disagree? Does that make me Un-Italian. Just some thoughts to ponder. What is socialism as defined by the right? They see it as Hitler. I see Hitler as fascism . But we are looking at the same image.
Mary
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:10:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Hun'r'ds dead in Pentagon. Gotta start bombing them. Soldiers are getting cut down. Start sending in B-52s. Blown up by our own planes Santa Clause is coming to town. Carpet bombing Blu-82s.
Neil Young
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 18:09:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Bunch dead in WTC. Gotta get rollin' now Terrorists are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago. What if you knew Barb And found her dead in the plane. How can you be a Lib when you know?
Neal Young
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 17:58:35 (EST)
My two cents are: Hillary Clinton on human cloning: "I'm afraid they'll clone Strom Thurmond and he'll be around forever."
No, the real fear is they will clone Bill and Hillary Clinton
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 17:51:59 (EST)
My two cents are: That stars and stripes suit is only meaningful if it has frayed lapels, cuffs.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 17:39:42 (EST)
My two cents are: "These are difficult issues," Daschle said after the meeting. "Economics has always separated our parties philosophically, and to overcome the philosophical differences is something that we are going to try and do."
treasonous socialists vs. Patriotic capitalists
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 17:25:08 (EST)
My two cents are: The left-wing group that calls itself People for the American Way got the shock of its life when it honored peacenik Canadian rocker Neil Young - and he said President Bush's anti-terrorism measures were necessary. "We can't forget what brought us together and what we're living for, what makes us who we are, even though to protect freedom it seems that we're going to have to relinquish some of our freedoms for a short period of time," Young said Tuesday at the limousine-liberal group's annual dinner in (where else?) Beverly Hills. More than a few eyebrows were raised, Reuters news agency reported Wednesday. "It is a law that we get a chance to get them back. It's very important not to forget that. "It's a tough time for all of us who believe in a certain way of life to come to grips with the fact that we have to kind of make a - what do you call it - this word's hard for me - I think it's - compromise. That's right. But it's temporary, and we can't forget that it's temporary. We're going to do the job, and then we're going to get back to being who we are." Young, who received the outfit's "Spirit of Liberty lifetime achievement award," recently had the blame-America-first left grumbling when he recorded the song ''Let's Roll'' as a tribute to the doomed passengers who overpowered their hijackers over Pennsylvania on Sept. 11. Matt Stone and Trey Parker, creators of ``South Park'' and the failed "That's My Bush!" sitcom, also had the whine-and-cheese GWLs (Guilty White Liberals) gasping when Parker said they were proud Republicans. ``It's true," said Parker, dressed in a garish stars-and-stripes suit.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 16:46:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Instead of the great healer maybe he should be called the great sealer. He's good at sealing records.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 15:42:01 (EST)
My two cents are: So if any not really elected president* can overturn a treaty, what's the point of it in the first place? Why do Pubbies believe in star wars? Sort of a cult, like the comet suicide people. What are the documents that Junior's using executive privilege to conceal?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:50:06 (EST)
My two cents are: He'll be her holy roller.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:46:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Ann will want to "convert" her Johnny to born-again Jesus-judgmentalism, so he can roll. Again.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:44:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Institutional religion suffers from a disease called sectarianism. One of the symptoms is dogmatic enslavement. Ann seems to have one of the symptoms.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:40:29 (EST)
My two cents are: i wouldn't.
doubt it
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:40:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Maybe a chain of gourmet Afghan restaurants. Johnny's Goat Shack. A tenth of the profits to go to the Islamic Aid Society. I'd go every Tuesday if there were one in this burg.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:30:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Mark my words, his own show by April. He's a star. Ann is just the first to fall under his spell.
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- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:28:00 (EST)
My two cents are: doubt it
doubt it
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:21:05 (EST)
My two cents are: I understood that Johnny Walker could spout lots of Scripture.
which one did Annie mean
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:17:27 (EST)
My two cents are: I like Ann proclaiming her anti-anti-judgmentalist stance.
Ann's Got the Hots for Johnny Walker
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 14:15:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Didn't Ann say Walker was a product of liberalism? How could he be AGAINST drugs? That's a conservative stance. He couldn't be a shh.....fundamentalist. Hurry, quick...give Walker the "liberal" label. SPIN IT, Ann.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 13:33:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Perhaps Walker was just fighting the War on Drugs.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 13:26:41 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.google.com/search?q=cache:hsL3oGHcTzg:www.feer.com/2001/0108_02/p026region June : $43,000,000 dollars in support of Taliban. August: Winds of War September: Bin Laden and Al Queda criminals attack WTC. War against the Taliban. Walker caught in the middle? Bush and Congress not guilty?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 13:25:35 (EST)
My two cents are: Bush's Faustian Deal With the Taliban "Enslave your girls and women, harbor anti-US terrorists, destroy every vestige of civilization in your homeland, and the Bush Administration will embrace you. All that matters is that you line up as an ally in the drug war, the only international cause that this nation still takes seriously. That's the message sent with the recent gift of $43 million to the Taliban rulers of Afghanistan, the most virulent anti-American violators of human rights in the world today. The gift, announced last Thursday by Secretary of State Colin Powell, in addition to other recent aid, makes the United States the main sponsor of the Taliban and rewards that "rogue regime" for declaring that opium growing is against the will of God. So, too, by the Taliban's estimation, are most human activities, but it's the ban on drugs that catches this administration's attention. " http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=scheer&s=20010522
"as good as it gets."
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 13:02:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Israel can exist because it's supported by American tax dollars. Give them all your money and now give them your blood. They are smarter than you!!!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 12:26:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Ann Coulter has finally broken the "Afghans Fuck Goats" barrier.
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- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 11:54:24 (EST)
My two cents are: Why is it she wants to convert the real villains to Christianity and shoot the poor wayward American? I say convert Taliban John unto the bosum of the Lord. Even a boy raised by liberals deserves a second birth.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 11:51:37 (EST)
My two cents are: He chose a path not founded in Scripture. He must pay the price.
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- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 11:49:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Rip him from the arms of the fisherman at midnight.
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- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 11:48:39 (EST)
My two cents are: The obvious thing to do is send him to Cuba to live with Elian's dad.
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- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 11:48:06 (EST)
My two cents are: I always suspected that Buddhism was an entry religion to Islam.
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- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 11:46:49 (EST)
My two cents are: HERE IT IS: WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: When Johnny Comes Slinking Home FrontPageMagazine.com | December 13, 2001 WE CAN ONLY HOPE the government will deal with California Talibanist John Walker as harshly as it did with Elian Gonzalez. Encouraged by his indulgent liberal boomer parents to find his own spiritual path, Walker responded predictably � and quickly became a walking left-wing clich�. The one spiritual path it is absolutely positively certain Walker could never have chosen is one founded in Scripture. In his hometown of Fairfax, Calif., the conventional spiritual paths include Taoism, Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam, Sufism, Rastafarianism, Native American spirituality and voodoo. But according to the Boston Globe, "only 12 percent of residents attend traditional churches or synagogues." Walker's mother left Christianity to become a Buddhist. At his "alternative" school, Walker was steeped in Native American spirituality. He was named after John Lennon. If there were a goofy cult that prescribed eating your own excrement, liberals would ponder its deeper meaning and treat it with respect. The only thing John Walker could have done to shock the neighbors would have been to take off and follow Bob Jones. Alas, Walker was no nonconformist. It was The Autobiography of Malcolm X that shook him to the core at age 16, persuading him to become a Muslim. Has anyone read The Autobiography of Malcolm X? Here's a passage in which Mr. X describes his own education in Islam, as taught by his brother Reginald, whose "approach was so effective": "The white man is the devil." He told me that all whites knew they were devils -- "especially Masons." I said, "Without any exception?" "Without any exception." "What about Hymie?" "What is it if I let you make 500 dollars to let me make 10,000?" After Reginald left, I thought. I thought. Thought. Yes, that is something to think about. (I always knew there was something funny about those Masons.) This was the turning point in Walker's spiritual journey. He became a Muslim and ended up fighting with the Taliban against America. (Maybe this conflict does have something to do with Islam.) While studying at an Islamic school in Pakistan, he said he met "many people connected with the Taliban" and his "heart became attached to that." The Taliban may execute people for sport, blow up thousand-year-old Buddhist statues, treat women like goats (and vice versa) � but at least they aren't sneaky Luciferian Masons! With the deep grounding he found in Islam, Walker couldn't even settle on a name for himself. He called himself variously "Sulayman Al-Lindh," "Sulayman Faris" and � his nom de jihad � "Abdul Hamid." (So it's not quite accurate to say � as various news outlets do � that he "goes by his mother's last name." He goes by a lot of names, none of them "Walker.") Now there's the question of what to do with this perfect fruition of phony left-wing non-judgmentalism. Since the government that stole Abdul's heart is not a signatory to the Geneva Convention, he could be shot. But the government he was fighting against is too nice to do that. America abides by the Geneva Convention even in conflicts with belligerents who do not. (It comes with the territory of being the Great Satan.) Consequently, if Abdul is treated simply as a POW, he is entitled to be repatriated when the war is over. He could also be tried for treason. As defined in the Constitution, treason consists of "levying war against" the United States, "adhering" to America's enemies or giving them "aid and comfort." Taking up arms against the United States on the side of the Taliban is, as the movie title says, "as good as it gets." Though the Constitution requires only "two witnesses to the same overt act" for a treason conviction, thanks to the miracle of television, there are millions of witnesses to Abdul's treason. Indeed, it appears that Abdul's only defense to treason � apart from the Ezra Pound insanity defense � is to claim that he has already renounced his U.S. citizenship. He has certainly committed one of the predicate acts for a loss of citizenship under federal law by "entering, or serving in, the armed forces of a foreign state ... engaged in hostilities against the United States." The law also requires him to prove, however, that he did so "with the intention of relinquishing United States nationality." There is scant evidence for that. The only downside to a trial in the United States is that it would be a trial in the United States. It's interesting that wide swaths of the public instantly warm to the idea of any proceeding for suspected terrorists and traitors � other than a criminal trial. All you have to do is invoke the name "O.J." A win-win solution might be to turn Abdul over to the justice system of the natives. Abdul was a prisoner during the uprising in which CIA agent Michael Spann was killed. Having laid down their arms, the mutinous prisoners are not protected under the Geneva Convention. If Abdul participated in the uprising, he may have violated Afghan criminal law. The new Afghan government is likely not to be so punctilious about evidence and procedure as the Great Satan is. But at least Abdul could rest assured that there would be absolutely no Masons on the jury.
. <Hey, what a surprise! Coulter is taking on Taliban John!>
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 11:45:24 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, Glint, when you think about it, SOMEBODY eventually had to make a concession speech, it's the American way, and the SLoser just didn't have the sense of entitlement that a bitter eight years of monkey sex in the White House and sexless Hillary pokers shot in the back of the head and slipped into the Arkansas backswamps bred in the Terminex Party. Concern is an odd word-- I don't have what I can identify as "concern" with the criminal ascendency of Bush II, just an interest that it be logged, so that we can remember what evil lurks in the hearts of men, and deal with it when things calm down. To each his own, and some of us will try to deal with blow jobs in the White House while others try to deal with the withdrawal of the voting rights of the American citizen. Some day we will live in a brighter world, where no lips will smack against flesh in the halls of power, and where American presidents will be chosen by American voters rather than by a corrupt oligarchy.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 10:39:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Don't forget the newly developing species of urban monkeys that have evolved themselves into roving gangs that raise havock with the city folk by attacking and stealing from them. In the cities of the east where the curry chompers dwell, there are even urban gangs of real life monkeys.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 09:58:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Good morning. Wasn't it a year ago to day that the SLoser finally made his tardy concession speech and then slid offstage? Too bad that there remains so much concern about the "legitimacy" of the Bush win. Keeps his poll numbers down in the lower 90%s.
Glint
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 09:48:13 (EST)
My two cents are: How come this Taliban John Walker guy's every internet move has been harvested and now displayed? Are we all leaving vapor trails?
paranoid in port 110
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 09:40:27 (EST)
My two cents are: Hell, man, you got thermodynamics which has a LAW and "evolution," which is only a THEORY. I'll take the law any old day.
Kansas School Board, Chair
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 09:25:03 (EST)
My two cents are: But back to the dirt, the promordial dirt, or pre-dirt as i suppose it would have to be seeing as dirt is nothing more than a giant teeming macrocosim. Back to dead dirt, to sterile subsoil, which is what of course there was before life and probably is what fits in the little space between rocks and dirt. (Which, as an aside, reminds me of working in the new mexico desert. Out there in that moonscape, there were things like shale flats and great mounds of mica and other things. And I remember thinking, geez, these are the fucking elements, most of the periodic table just laying around in clumps waiting to be used sort of like spices in a kitchen spice rack). So out of dead dirt in this kitchen comes primordial soup and then life. I'll stop here for now, but the most exciting part is yet to come.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 08:00:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Now this is relatively old stuff, and in fact is sort of a synthesis of the work of Julian Steward and Leslie White, two antagonists about the energy of evolution with the ultimate result that steward was more of a biologist and white was out where the parallels converge. Ultimately this was discussed as the difference between general and specific evolution.
Borg 7 of 22
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 07:54:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, maybe its not once a year yet either. But the tenent remains that bioligy is not the reversal of the second law but one of it's many Maxwell's demons. Maxwells demon had two chambers full of some gas. He had a trap door between them through which he could let all the faster molecules run in to one cylinder to create a temperature differential captured as heat to be used to perform work and which was subsequently lost to entropy. So a one-celled amoeba like MK is a little bitty demon. A meat bee is slightly larger, and the short-necked giraffe and saltwater cow are larger still. And each of these biologiques is a little engine with a little whirly-gig humming away as it steadily increases the number of reactions and the return to entropy. Now to be sure, you might have to drive outside of town and look back at the lights during the equinox to notice this, but if you did, and if you were lucky enough to find a at least a half-empty bottle of madeira in the backseat of the corvair, you might notice that what you're looking back at is a glowing glob if dissipating energy.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 07:47:18 (EST)
My two cents are: We're stuck in the gap and that's where we'll stay until someone figures how to make that quantum leap.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 03:36:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Boyce Keiger's mistake was not so much a mistake as a hormonal frame of reference. He didn't see that biology is the reversal of entropy. He was sitting out on the geesh-edge where the parallel lines meet, with too wide a field of view. You can always sit out there, and probably will if you're a dork. And when you're sitting out there you'll look back down at biology and think it's about predator-prey relationships like a fucking PBS program, when it's really about dirt being a function of climate, organisms, relief, parent material, and time, with dots after time to represent more time, maybe, and if the dirt is transformed sometimes into parent material then that's geology, where entropy is allowed, and not of concern to anyone but a rock-head. So get your head out of your ass, it's not once a year yet.
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- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 02:44:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Maybe the next time the President reads The Very Hungry Caterpillar to students someone will ask him whether the caterpillar dies when it is replaced by the butterfly or is the caterpillar transformed as it evolves into the butterfly.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 01:42:12 (EST)
My two cents are: No fear of models. They smell like money to me. Job security. On the other hand, it is unfortunate that few people understand that they are wrong, it's one of their identifying characteristics. Except for the one that says God lies out at the vibrating edge of the universe where parallel lines converge. We're talking about birds here, sport. Biology is what stripped those hydrogen molecules off to begin with, you ninny.
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- Thursday, December 13, 2001 at 00:06:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey kids! The MSNBC opinion boards are shutting down and the population is starting to scurry around like rats on a sinking ship. How about we post the URL to this page over there? Our 22 will be 220 before you know it.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 21:21:40 (EST)
My two cents are: On a somewhat more serious note, I did visit the second new burger joint to open here in about a month. Big shiny place with girls on rollerskates. Girls on rollerskates, who would have predicted that would evolve?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 21:12:41 (EST)
My two cents are: yeah, second law can stay, at least until we get to where energy and matter are equivalent.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 21:11:10 (EST)
My two cents are: well meat, I'll be the first to admit I'm a little rusty on this stuff. only seem to be able to get myself enough above brain stem level to play with it about once a year or so. What I've got to figure out is a way to get you to see biological evolution as an example of the greater schema of the evolution of complexity, that the pubble of sparrows might as well have been a charge seeking ground or something, but thats not a good example, maybe a clump of oxygen molecules just waiting to have their outer shells ravaged and plundered by a few hydrogens.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 21:04:15 (EST)
My two cents are: Nope.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 20:14:26 (EST)
My two cents are: Ahh, you dingbat, those urban hawks are peregrine falcons, rarest of the rare, the urb-scape is nothing new and a bird that knows how to sit on high rock walls and power out a a hundred per and nail pigeons in mid-air, showing pedestrians below with wads of gut and feathers is bringing nothing new but the pedestrians. Rats have been with us since the start, talk co-evolution, and so have cats, although for the calico variety it has often been nip and tuck and may be again this century if somebody doesn't get control of this Ashcroft incarnation of Beelzebub. Remember it's detail detail detail, and to me all birds with talons that eat big critters are hawks, and what you need is a true bird-watcher to help you sort them out. A peregrine doesn't eat rats, he thinks they're flecks of dirt or stale fritters, which don't fit into his lifestyle. A dachshund, on the other hand, will eat all the flecks of dirt you can hold in your hand, out of your hand, and stale fritters to a dachshund are ambrosia. Thimk: why the hell does a hawk need to disguise himself to look like an old Volvo? The fucker can fly! And if a moth can fly, it apparently also needs to spend a lot of time hunkered on a tree-trunk, so you're talking apples and pomagranates again.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 20:11:16 (EST)
My two cents are: On second thought, perhaps this interpretation of the second law really says to trash the first. Yup.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 20:06:18 (EST)
My two cents are: Except that I'm thinking it dosen't fall apart because biology dosent temporarily reverse the second law any more than building a city or a little hut with lincoln logs does. You have to keep the first law in mind when thinking about the second. Loss to entropy in every reaction. I think this addresses the question of anthropomomorphism. But what Lotka is saying is that there is some agency here, of which the microbe is but a manifestation, as if Maxwell's demon is steadily chipping away at order instead of us all just twiddling our thumbs as the big car slowly runs out of gas. BTW, there's one T in Lotka. How long have you had this fear of models?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 20:02:07 (EST)
My two cents are: What eats dust bunnies is carpet-beetles and probably all sorts of little freaky eight-legged things, dust mites. See, everything is pretty dang thoroughly covered already. What is happening with the hawk eating the dickey-birds is not evelotion but a creature prepared by evolution to take advantage of situations taking advantage of a situation. This hawk has great eyesight and a good vantage point, and his range, although to some birdwatchers it may seem to extend only so far as his screech and his pile of eggs, is the whole fucking sky and everything below it. That is precisely what evolution made of him, out on the edges of the bell-shaped curve he carries inside himself. Going back, it's probably not fair to say that dust mites eat dust bunnies, because dust bunnies are, from the point of view of Mrs. Breightly's furious probing broom, the whole conglomeration of structure and lives that are the universe in which the dust mite operates. It's all about focus, the hobgoblin of little biologists, frames of reference, the easy chairs that force you into the frames, and the academy which discounts what you see when you do get up out of your chair. After my wife was squashed by the palette of Genoa salami back of our restaurant-deli, the House of Meat, I spent ten years in deep nature observing a certain critter with my own two eyeballs, and nobody around this fucking barn-yard will believe me when I try to explain them what I saw, because it's not in the book. And the first thing I saw was that the book is wrong. The book is fucking ALWAYS wrong, and the tortoise ALWAYS fucking wins. Stick that in your 2nd law of thermodynamics.
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- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 19:54:36 (EST)
My two cents are: So while I do live in the styx, and this hawk was probably a country hawk just flown over from the walmart parking lot, there are now nesting urban hawks beginning to feast on scourges of pigeons and such. The birdfeeder (which i hate because it is this long tube like a bong with these metal spike perches that bang my head alot) created this puddle of sparrows beside the dam. True urban hawks are beginning to feed off the surfiet of rats behind fast food places. So what Lotka would predict I suppose, is that the newly evolved urban hawks would be much akin to those 19th century soot moths darwin spoke of. So when you start seeing hawks in the pastel colors of old volvo's and diesel benz's, think lotka, and remeber, you heard it from the Borgs.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 19:49:38 (EST)
My two cents are: A honey-roasted seed doesn't look like a fleck of dirt. It looks like a fleck of dogshit. The yellow kind.
Oafus
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 19:38:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Somebody's got to put this wisenheimer asshole in his place. Let's roll.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 19:36:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Sam Walton doesn't make the almost infinite variety of items that he sells. Either way, if I don't find what I want, there are two Feed and Seeds on the other side of town that probably have it.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 19:33:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Who da man? Who sling it da best, huh? Who da bull goose bullshitter? Hah!
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- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 19:28:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Where this all falls apart, if I am not nuts, is that your biology temporarily reverses your 2nd law of thermodynamics, if it's the one about entropy. If you see it as merely following the 2nd law, the way you apparently see Lottka as seeing it, then we're just playing a words game and why bother? The microbe eating the sunflower seed looks "dissipative" from the point of view of the sunflower, which you have adopted as your own, anthropomorphizing as grossly as Glint does in assuming that the dog won't eat them because they "look like flecks of dirt." The microbe is actually transforming the structures in the seed to a higher level of organization, making amino acids and protein out of the nitrogen and cellulose and trace minerals in the seed, and when the beetle crawls to eat the seed he will be eating it as the cracker on which the peanut butter of protein-rich bacteria and fungus has smeared itself. Eating it, I might add, to create a yet higher level of organization, if we can permit ourselves to recognize heirarchies here, and when the hen eats the beatle and organizes it into her egg, and when Mrs. Breightly cracks the egg and serves it up to her husband, secretly hoping that it will organize a chin onto his face, we are approaching yet higher and higher expressions of the fucking Will of God. You see, Johnny, in biology as in ruminating about biology, as in everything else, the devil is in the details-- this is why before he permitted himself to write the Origin of Species Mr. Darwin became the world's foremost expert on the earthworm, learning everything there was to learn about the earthworm in the most excrutiating detail..... it is possible that he never understood how the energy fluxes there-- microscopes were not so good in those days, but he learned everything he could. Lottka is just farting and blowing, cracking walnuts in his ass, trying to "model", if I understand your report, predator-prey interactions. He probably understood what a model is, that it is not the real thing, which is at the crux of your gross error. A model can be very detailed, it can even have a little steering wheel that turns the front wheels and a little shifter that throws gears in a little transmission. But it can never, ever, have a little model ignition key, no matter how detailed the equations.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 19:24:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Simpka married Lottka? I thought she fell in love with some sort of church deacon type and left him twirling ignition switches. She was a hot babe.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 19:07:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Within the sunflower seed, grasshopper, is the immanence of the becoming of "dirt". The seed hitting the floor moves from the realm of the sacred to the realm of the profane. Even the dog realizes this much. Either little dissipative structures called microbes will feed off the seeds, or a big dissipative structure called a vacuum will evolve. Levi-Strauss would probably bet on the vacuum, Lotka on the microbes. Both would have pegged Walton as a socialist pretty early on.
Borg 3 of 22
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 19:05:20 (EST)
My two cents are: When I was a kid and the soviet tanks were rolling across Chzekoslovakia I remeber listening to the am radio at night in my room and wondering if they would come here. In school we learned about the evils of socialism, about how in Russia everyone had to stand in line to buy the same shitty clothes as everyone else because thats all there was and how everybody had to eat the same food because thats what there was. And how that everything that everyone had was the same as everyone elses because thats what socialism meant, that there was no individualism. Thank you Sam Walton, for bringing the horrors of socialism to our shores. Thank you Sam Walton for proving that Marx was correct in theorizing that capitalism evolves into socialism. Thanks Sam.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 18:55:09 (EST)
My two cents are: liberals are weak faggots that are afraid to be assertive
none <[email protected]>
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 18:33:46 (EST)
My two cents are: So long as you remember to take his picture, after.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 18:06:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Republicans are Traitors!!!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 17:56:20 (EST)
My two cents are: What shape are sunflower seeds? The Dachshund wouldn't eat the ones that fell on the floor because they look like flecks of dirt. And these were good ones, honey roasted. But out of the hand he would gobble them down without chewing. What does Lottka have to say about that? Should I chuck the dog into the sluice to see if he goes over or around the wheel?
Glint
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 17:43:31 (EST)
My two cents are: "Exceptions are charities and certain small local businesses" - Anonymous@16:22. I expect a new boom in Cali charities and certain small local businesses come Jan. 2003.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 17:39:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Lottka was married to Simpka on that 1980's show Taxi.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 17:36:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Seems to be a pecking order on this board. Must be a chief pecker somewhere.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 17:33:26 (EST)
My two cents are: armchair noted, but dosen't Lotka's principle say more than simply something will eat the dickeybird? It says that the mutant seeds are oblong and not round and the dickeybird won't eat them, that something will evolve that does. Next step is to knock this out of the realm of biology and nestle a little deeper in the armchair by positing this is true for all energy, whether we call it "life" or not. This sort of creates an "active" voice for the heretofor passive second law of thermodynamics. It is within Lotkas principle that we find the concept of "dissipative structures"
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 17:12:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Ah, Glint knows better. He's just going a little stir crazy. No president*. Not team*. Not Corn-nuts (that California treat.) Besides, he's in one of his depressive cycles. It will pass.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 16:44:29 (EST)
My two cents are: I thought you'd have fun with Lotka. What eats dust bunnies?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 16:40:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Like Enron, AT&T, the Police League boiler room, and Food Maxx.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 16:38:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Under the new state law a telemarketer that calls listed residents will be fined. If a resident wanted to pursue in small claims court the resident could also receive up to $1,000. Exceptions are charities and certain small local businesses.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 16:22:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Simmer down, Meat. Who wouldn't lie about the baloney pony?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 16:13:48 (EST)
My two cents are: I am offended by the crynic. Not by his opinions, which are not even his own opinions, just sayings borrowed from some radio crank. I am offended by his claiming he is Brave Captain Schlursun when he is really just the guy in charge of the parking meters down at the Port Authority. Why can't queers ever tell the truth? Does living life as a lie teach them to lie no matter what?
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 16:12:26 (EST)
My two cents are: Don't want to hammer you, son, but this AJ Lottka stuff is bullshit. This stuff about energy flux and millwheels is just a longwinded way of saying that something's going to eat the leftovers. There have been urban hawks ever since there have been urbs, check my note on the Buzzards of Umuofia, below. This is a good example of one of the major errors or failures or misdirections of modern ecology, which is that biology happens outside while energy flux equations happen in the easy chair. I don't know Lottka from Ann Coulter, and he might have been a great field biologist, but if all that is left of him is wordy descriptions of simple stuff, and some predator-prey equations that simply have to be bogus, then he contributed nothing. Law Number 1 of nature is that if there is a dickey-bird, something is going to try to eat it. You don't even have to see the hawk or the cat or the mutated giant bullfrog, just watch the dickey-bird. If fucking KNOWS, man, you can tell by watching it for ten seconds. Rule Number 2 of nature is that if you are beagle-eyed and can fly, city limits don't confront you. If you want to be a birdwatcher, watch the goddamn birds, identify them, and check them off on your Life List. If you want to speculate on crap, buy a subscription to New Age Times and a good chair.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 16:06:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Sure, doink. Why not? Geesh!
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:54:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Doink?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:53:27 (EST)
My two cents are: How many of the 22 are boys from Cali? Doink.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:38:33 (EST)
My two cents are: 22 to 1? Sounds like it'll be a close game. Go get em, tiger.
the crynic
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:37:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Just a click away, you can pull up only two links in yahoo on the urban hawk. this is because it is fairly new as a species, in fact, it is originating before our eyes.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:34:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, that was pretty good. Even if it does miss the mark. Lotka is talking about evolution, what drives it, "it" specificially being the development of new species. That was the point about it being an urban hawk, you see, which you don't, or you wouldn't have set such a clever little piece out in a field where an urban hawk would not live. It's sort of a testament to your own misunderstanding, writing a whole little story completely missing the point. Chiseling it in stone here for the gang of 22's laughter and amusement.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:29:32 (EST)
My two cents are: "Beginning January 2003 Californians can put their names on a state run "do not call" list that will put an end to annoying telemarketeers. Once on the list I'll never again have to ask them to give me their number and I'll return the call during their dinnertime. Anonymous. - Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:13:49 (EST)" So in other words, your name is going on a list that's going to be given to every telemarketer in the state of California? You are such a genius.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:23:59 (EST)
My two cents are: You spend alot of time being insulted don't you crynic? What's that like?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:18:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Something was posted today that gave me cause to look up capitalism and merchandising in the USA by one Sam Walton. It seems an ACLU card carrying bleeding heart spotted a hawk that followed him home from a Walmart. Then it killed his chicks or whatever. Now I realize hawks are hawkeyed, but I began to hypothesize exactly where that Walmart hawk's view originated. Hawks have great eyesight, but they're a bit light in the brain area to be following bagged up dinner home. After researching Mr. Walton's successful approach in selecting the optimum location for his outlets; it immediately became crystal clear the hawk was already home, waiting for dinner - right on top of a double wide in the adjacent trailer park. A place where the dirt is cheap and there's no shortage of bird brains.
the crynic
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:17:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Beginning January 2003 Californians can put their names on a state run "do not call" list that will put an end to annoying telemarketeers. Once on the list I'll never again have to ask them to give me their number and I'll return the call during their dinnertime.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:13:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Now that Enron went belly up maybe we can go get a few of the people that helped.Dick Chaney, The Bush Family and one of our political partys.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 15:01:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey 12:57;25. I, for one, am insulted. Sticks and stones fuckface.
the crynic
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 14:41:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like some pretty smart hawks out there. They circle around Walmart waiting for some dribble hosed tree hugger to stuff a bag of guano ingredients into the trunk of the fiesta and then follow them home to the sparrow farm.
Glint
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 14:39:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 13:49:53 (EST)
My two cents are: sorry about the 3x, dont know what happened.
Borg 19 of 22
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 13:49:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Something happened the other day that gave me cause to look up A.J. Lotka's 1922 principle of maximum energy flux - his contribution to the energetics of evolution. We had recently been given a birdfeeder, you see, which we stuffed full of seed from walmart. Thing drew a multidude of sparrows. great flocks of them. This went on for weeks, toting the seed back from walmart, filling the feeder and watching the swarms of sparrows appear. I think it was sunday, or maybe saturday afternoon that we spied a hawk on the way back from walmart. later on, the hawk swooped down and snatched away one of the sparrows. Lotka, I thought, so I looked it up. Now some would expect a posting regarding the Lotka-Volterra equations for predator-prey models, but that's not what I'm about here. The 1922 principle of max flux states that "In every instance considered, natural selection willso operate as to increase the total energy flux through the system so long as there is presented an unutilized residue of matter and avaialable energy"....he continues "that so long as there is an abundantn surplus of available energy running 'to waste' over the sides of the millwheel, so to speak, so long will a marked advantage be gained by any species that may develop talents to utilize this "lost portion" of the stream." Hence i now present to you, the urban hawk.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 13:43:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Something happened the other day that gave me cause to look up A.J. Lotka's 1922 principle of maximum energy flux - his contribution to the energetics of evolution. We had recently been given a birdfeeder, you see, which we stuffed full of seed from walmart. Thing drew a multidude of sparrows. great flocks of them. This went on for weeks, toting the seed back from walmart, filling the feeder and watching the swarms of sparrows appear. I think it was sunday, or maybe saturday afternoon that we spied a hawk on the way back from walmart. later on, the hawk swooped down and snatched away one of the sparrows. Lotka, I thought, so I looked it up. Now some would expect a posting regarding the Lotka-Volterra equations for predator-prey models, but that's not what I'm about here. The 1922 principle of max flux states that "In every instance considered, natural selection willso operate as to increase the total energy flux through the system so long as there is presented an unutilized residue of matter and avaialable energy"....he continues "that so long as there is an abundantn surplus of available energy running 'to waste' over the sides of the millwheel, so to speak, so long will a marked advantage be gained by any species that may develop talents to utilize this "lost portion" of the stream." Hence i now present to you, the urban hawk.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 13:43:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 13:43:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 13:41:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Something happened the other day that gave me cause to look up A.J. Lotka's 1922 principle of maximum energy flux - his contribution to the energetics of evolution. We had recently been given a birdfeeder, you see, which we stuffed full of seed from walmart. Thing drew a multidude of sparrows. great flocks of them. This went on for weeks, toting the seed back from walmart, filling the feeder and watching the swarms of sparrows appear. I think it was sunday, or maybe saturday afternoon that we spied a hawk on the way back from walmart. later on, the hawk swooped down and snatched away one of the sparrows. Lotka, I thought, so I looked it up. Now some would expect a posting regarding the Lotka-Volterra equations for predator-prey models, but that's not what I'm about here. The 1922 principle of max flux states that "In every instance considered, natural selection willso operate as to increase the total energy flux through the system so long as there is presented an unutilized residue of matter and avaialable energy"....he continues "that so long as there is an abundantn surplus of available energy running 'to waste' over the sides of the millwheel, so to speak, so long will a marked advantage be gained by any species that may develop talents to utilize this "lost portion" of the stream." Hence i now present to you, the urban hawk.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 13:41:41 (EST)
My two cents are: I think the crynic must be a beautiful man behind the reflective shades.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 13:29:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Looks like one of the page faggots, the crynic or House of Meat, is at it again.
leave the georgie boys alone
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 12:57:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Anonymous at 10:48:55 must be a closet homo. Most probably jerks off in a bowl of cottage cheese thinking of old George.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 12:49:06 (EST)
My two cents are: The Snippy commission came out with some bogus recommendations on how to "reform" Social Security. They said that they'd tabled the thorny problem of disability benefits for another commission to work out.
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- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:51:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Is George Clooney thought to be sexy? Guy looks like a bowl of cottage cheese with a woman's eyes.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:48:55 (EST)
My two cents are: I had a baloney poney once. There come a killing frost and he was lost out in it and died. Killed all the tomato plants, too.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:45:48 (EST)
My two cents are: dropping in the morning is always good, sort of sends the whole day sideways. back up a couple of vics with some hot coffee on an empty stomach. next time tell the dentist you're worried about grinding your teeth after the invasive change and you should walk out with a few xanax as well. xanax and coedine is a tad risky though so watch it a little if its around bed time.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:43:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Hi there, black girl. How's the old baloney pony?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:43:01 (EST)
My two cents are: And the thing is, he isn't bad looking, for an unkempt, cave-twelling terrorist. Just like Satan. You know how they say that Satan really is beautiful, that's how he lures folks in? Not that Binnie's beautiful or anything, but he certainly could be a lot harsher on the eyes.
Whatever
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:41:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Saw more television last night. A news program kept reporting on the "anniversary" of the September 11 attacks, December 11. I'm beginning to think that Jacob Goldberg is right, the schools are a mess. Then a sensitive cop show with the guy who played Sal Benedetto on "Hill Street Blues" grunting and glooming. At the same time there was one about some sort of secret agent played by Kiefer Sutherland, but it was cut so fast on the eye I couldn't figure heads or tails about what was going on and stayed with the cops.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:40:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey, I told y'all how, in the Middle East and surrounding areas, like Cyprus and Turkey, bin Laden is considered the sexiest man alive, the George Clooney of terrorists, and there's fifty million females who'd be honored to be his wife #51 or so? Hi, by the way.
Whatever
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:39:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Shit, almost 7:00 am. Got to get a buzz on.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:35:48 (EST)
My two cents are: I don't know about cats eating eyeballs, but I do know that they'll shit on your pillow if given the chance. The evil calico ones, anyway.
House of Meat
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 10:35:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Bin Laden is a beautiful man and the comparison to our standard depictions of Christ is accurate. The man looks like a prophet and I can see why a kid from Fairfax would be drawn to his charismal. But i'm starting to lose respect fo bin Laden. Can't believe he allowed th smoking gun dinner to be video taped.
Sean O'Sama
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 09:40:53 (EST)
My two cents are: I liked the duck story. Is it true about cats eating your eyeballs if you die alone in your house?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 07:59:19 (EST)
My two cents are: I think, at least I think I do, that crynic just has a problem with understanding why anybody smart isn't just like him. It disturbs him when you colour outside the lines Meat.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 07:58:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Cooked duck decoy. Secrets in the sauce.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 01:22:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Duck hunter tagged with terrorism charge By Gretchen Cleland The Hawk Eye LOUISA COUNTY -- A dispute over hunting territory landed a Muscatine man in jail on terrorism charges Monday. Jerad Paul Roggenbauer, 21, Muscatine, was duck hunting with friends at Indian Slough in Louisa County when his group ran into another group of hunters. According to Louisa County Attorney David Matthews, the two groups had a disagreement over hunting territory that Matthews said escalated into a "hunting version of road rage." Matthews said the argument ended with Roggenbauer pointing his shotgun at the other group of hunters in a threatening manner and then shooting at their duck decoys. Roggenbauer was arrested by Department of Natural Resources officers at 2:45 p.m. Monday and charged with terrorism, a Class C felony. If convicted on the charge, Roggenbauer could face up to 10 years in prison.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 00:45:04 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/la-000098235dec11.column?coll=la%2Dnews%2Dcomment%2Dopinions
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 12, 2001 at 00:10:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Thursday's a long way away. Thursday this bare gum will be capable of cutting through steak tartare.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 23:15:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Thursday's a long way away. Thursday this bare gum will be capable of cutting through steak tartare.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 23:15:28 (EST)
My two cents are: This television show was about a big fat high-school principal and his bevvy of beautiful teachers. These were babes. One of them was even that gal who played the sexy Borg on one of the recent Star Trek series, the one with the woman captain. Only she wasn't wearing her sexy Borg skin-suit and Borg heels. These teachers were a lot better looking than my high-school teachers, let me tell you. About the closest we came was Miss Sims, who was a blonde bean-pole about 6 foot 4, but had a nice ass.
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- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 23:08:11 (EST)
My two cents are: So, Thursday we'll be dining at the House of Mush?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 23:05:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Having a sore jawbone, I watched television last night-- it was a good excuse. Saw a show where a kid said his teacher was "dogging" him, said it twice. This seems to be like what is happening here with the crynic. Someone, maybe 22 someones, seem to be dogging the crynic. Why? The crynic is a good egg who calls a spade a spade. Well, maybe I'm being a little starry-eyed through my self-ingested buzz because the dude said the magic words "obvious intelligence." Fucking-A got that right, Jack. Sometimes it takes a simple man of the sea to penetrate to the true core of a shipmate. Or maybe I'm a little weak with hunger and need to self-ingest some oatmeal mush and cream of mushroom soup, the universal solvent. Although the idea of those little mushroom chunks is troubling. Maybe should just self suck down a pint of Rumpelminze, self pop a couple of Codocaines and retrieve the buzz. I'm tired of being charming to you socialist fuck-faces.
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 23:02:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Ay, matey, yer talkin 'bout the crynic, eh? Arrggh! Now there's a sea-farer for ya. A half-beaked parrot on 'is left shoulder. Taught the little bugger to say, "Faggot, faggot. Faggot wanna a cracker."
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 22:31:04 (EST)
My two cents are: MK did have a cat. I don't mean he had a cat then and still does, of course, I mean he had a cat, well a kitten. Until, well you know. Never heard the crynic mention a pet. What kind of pet does a gruff no-nonsense man of the sea have? Parrot? I can kind of see crynic with a parrot, perched up on his shoulder and telling him what to say.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 21:52:52 (EST)
My two cents are: The crynic has always been a sap. Somehow living in trembling fear as the pinata of damocles sword hangs above his head.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 21:48:58 (EST)
My two cents are: I understand this gift is not uncommon among male Cook Islanders.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 20:16:44 (EST)
My two cents are: One thing about MK, he couldn't see into the souls of others the way the crynic does. Not only does the crynic call a spade a spade, a dental coverage freeloader a dental coverage freeloader, a peon a peon, but he can sniff 'em out and smoke 'em out with nary a clue in his ski-goggled head. It is a wonder.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 20:15:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Polyps or not, MK was a stand-up guy who answered every charge, responded to every insult, returned every volley and played the games adults play. The fact that he constantly lied through his chubby cheeks should not entirely invalidate his worth.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 20:10:21 (EST)
My two cents are: Chide all you want, Anon. MK had five times the intestinal fortitude as you. Or is it five times the polyps?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 19:46:17 (EST)
My two cents are: Dick Armey? Wasn't he Gary Condit's toy boy?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 18:53:18 (EST)
My two cents are: You're welcome. Wanna date?
11:35:27
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 18:39:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Crynic can't prove he has a girlfriend any more than MK could prove he had a wife, which he didn't have, of course.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 18:39:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Dick Armey, ace coddler of Osama-supporting banks, has decided not to run for re-election, due to the aawful Kennedyization of the Snippyists. Can't stand them lie-bral Bushies. Can't blame him. I can't stand Bushies either.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 18:33:59 (EST)
My two cents are: What day and month?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 18:19:41 (EST)
My two cents are: 11:35:27 - THANK YOU
The Crynic
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 17:51:26 (EST)
My two cents are: 11:35:27 - THANK YOU
The Crynic
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 17:50:15 (EST)
My two cents are: Vigorous law-enforcement policies? Like Waco and Ruby ridge? Like jack-booted thugs? The right? Say it ain't so, Jonah.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 17:44:24 (EST)
My two cents are: "Is Chuck Schumer on Crack?" (December 11, 2001 4:00 p.m.) There they go again. On Tuesday, December 11, Sen. Charles Schumer made the formal announcement on the Washington Post op-ed page that the "new New Deal" has begun. "The president can either lead the charge or be run over by it." No doubt the president is grateful for the heads-up from the liberal first-term senator from New York. Actually, Schumer is just the latest in a parade of liberals to announce that "Big Government Looks Better Now" (that's the headline of Schumer's essay). In October, New York Times columnist Tom Friedman (brilliant on the Middle East; increasingly dimmer as he moves away from it) declared: "President Bush denigrated Washington during his campaign and repeated the selfish mantra about the surplus that 'it's your money � not the government's money.' How thankful we are today that we have a Washington, D.C., with its strong institutions � FEMA, the F.A.A., the F.B.I. and armed forces�" More recently, a New York Times "newsitorial" on the front page announced that "Big Government is Back in Style." But my favorite such argument came in the November 19 edition of the proudly Lefty magazine The Nation. Former LBJ aide Bill Moyers writes, "This catastrophe has reminded us of a basic truth at the heart of our democracy: No matter our wealth or status or faith, we are all equal before the law, in the voting booth and when death rains down from the sky." Putting aside the fact that we would all be just as equal when death rains down from the sky if we lived in a dictatorship or a socialist utopia, Moyers takes this truism and seems to translate it into a justification for single-payer health care, the repeal of NAFTA, and a television network dedicated solely to exposing the evils of corporations and conservatives (which is funny if for no other reason than that that's what Moyers has been doing at PBS for 30 years). So, in a sense, Schumer is a Johnny-come-lately on the whole topic. The significance of Schumer's manifesto-lite is that it telegraphs Democratic arguments going into the next election cycle. Already, in a memo written by James Carville, Stanley Greenberg, and Bob Shrum, the Democrats' top strategists have made it clear that they will not challenge the president on the war overseas. In return, they plan to be in charge of security at home. And, not just the sort of security we associate with airports, borders, and bomb-sniffing dogs. They want to be in charge of economic security, health security, and environmental security. As my colleague Ramesh Ponnuru writes, "their project is to channel Americans' instinctive nationalist reaction to the attacks into a statist communitarianism rather than, say, tighter border control." But, just because Schumer's not alone in making this argument has nothing to do with the fact that the argument itself is absurd. "The era of a shrinking federal government has come to a close," writes Schumer. "From 1912 to 1980, the federal government grew with little interruption�. For the next two decades, the federal government stopped growing, and by some measures even shrank, with Bill Clinton doing more of the shrinking than any other president." Alas, this is all pretty dishonest. He picks 1980 as a date, solely because that was the year Ronald Reagan was elected, not because there was any sizable decrease in the size and scope of the federal government in 1980 (recall that he wasn't even inaugurated until 1981). Indeed, it's hard for both conservatives and liberals to admit, but gross welfare spending went up on Reagan's watch. Meanwhile the government grew under Reagan because the Gipper spent lavishly on defense. In turn, the "shrinking" Schumer lays at Bill Clinton's feet--and upon which Bill Clinton himself rested his claim to "reinvent" government --was almost entirely the result of a massive downsizing in defense-related jobs Regardless, Schumer argues that big government is needed to ensure national security here at home. "For the first time, we are engaged in a war in which more Americans are likely to die on the home front than on the battlefield." Hence: "For the foreseeable future, the federal government will have to grow." Because, "Only one entity has the breadth, strength and resources to lead�." You guessed it. The Feds! This, according to Schumer, is the "'new' New Deal." Well, somebody needs to show Chuck a copy of a high-school civics textbook. The proposition that the federal government should provide for the safety and security of its citizens is the "original deal," not a new one or even a "new, new" one. It's in the Constitution of all places. That much-storied, though sadly overlooked document which happened to establish the federal government � and Schumer's job � in the first place. In fact, it's in the very first paragraph: We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America. In fact, later on in the Constitution, it actually states that Congress is authorized to tax only for the purposes of defense and the general welfare. It takes an arrogance peculiar to liberal democrats to repackage the fundamental purpose of the U.S. Constitution as a "new" excuse for government funding. Which is my main peeve with all of the post-September 11 opportunism of liberals looking to force-feed an already bloated government. The suggestion that the attacks of September 11 were the consequence of a "too-small" federal government is criminally stupid (See " Government Makes a Comeback?"). The more obvious, honest, and accurate conclusion is that the federal government was way too distracted. The federal government spends an awful lot of time � and money � policing the size of classrooms, the ingredients of potato chips, and the generosity of milk subsidies but not nearly enough policing the borders and the airports. If you hired a security guard to watch for shoplifters, wouldn't you be annoyed if he spent all day wearing a walkman, playing video games, and stuffing his face with pork rinds? Which is why the complaint that George Bush's tax cut is "selfish" or "irresponsible" or "dangerous" in the wake of 9/11 is so disingenuous. The federal government, even after Bush's allegedly crippling tax cuts, still spends trillions of dollars every year; the vast majority of that money goes to things that would make the Founding Fathers plotz. Schumer says that the president will have to "face down the hard right" in order to provide for domestic security. But this misses the point that the vast majority of conservatives have always championed a strong national defense and vigorous law-and-order policies. What they've opposed is the sort of costly and anti-constitutional social engineering championed by the likes of Chuck Schumer. Indeed, if Chuck Schumer were less interested in, say, providing pork to the teachers' unions and more interested in "providing for the common defense," he wouldn't see the need to repackage the Constitution as a "new" New Deal.
By Jonah Goldberg
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 17:39:19 (EST)
My two cents are: I think the crynic secretly wants to ride the baloney pony, which is a gruff call-a-spade-a-spade name for the gahooley-winkle.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 17:38:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Look, the crynic is not a bad man. He's just the personification of a gruff, hard-headed conservative who learned about the world in sea-boots, and who recognizes people without portfolios for the wads of shit they are.
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- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 17:35:27 (EST)
My two cents are: The baloney pony?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 17:32:18 (EST)
My two cents are: The recent disputes in Congress over airline security and stimulating the economy, like so many other arguments in Washington, revolve around a fundamental question: How big should the federal government be? Since the election of Ronald Reagan in 1980, those who believe the federal government should shrink have had the upper hand. Sept. 11 changed all that. For the foreseeable future, the federal government will have to grow. The next few years will more closely resemble the mid-1930s, when federal power dramatically increased; but this new deal will involve an overarching federal effort to bring physical, not economic, security to our people. Sept. 11 awakened us to the reality that technology has enabled a small group of diabolical people living halfway around the globe to make large parts of our society vulnerable to attack. For the first time, we are engaged in a war in which more Americans are likely to die on the home front than on the battlefield. As a result, we are at the beginning of a process of recalibration, where preparation for physical security will take a great deal more of our time and resources at both a personal and societal level. Our society will have to examine the vulnerable pressure points in our country -- air travel, nuclear power plants, public health systems, power and computer grids, border crossings -- and work to protect each from terrorist attack. The list of vulnerable areas will grow as technology evolves and continues to allow small groups of terrorists to threaten large parts of our society. Only one entity has the breadth, strength and resources to lead this recalibration and pay for its costs -- the federal government. To ask each town and village to guard all the power lines, gas lines and aqueducts is too much; to ask large private-sector companies such as airlines and food processors to be wholly responsible for the security of their products is also too much. It is not just that Washington is the only entity with the ability to raise the resources our new situation requires; the notion of letting a thousand different ideas compete and flourish -- which works so well to create goods and services -- does not work at all in the face of a national security emergency. Unity of action and purpose is required, and only the federal government can provide it. The era of a shrinking federal government has come to a close. From 1912 to 1980, the federal government grew with little interruption. The modern conservative movement, beginning with Barry Goldwater in 1964 and attaining power with Ronald Reagan's victory in 1980, argued that Washington had grown too large, too inefficient and too out of touch. Even liberals had to admit there was some truth to this argument. For the next two decades, the federal government stopped growing, and by some measures even shrank, with Bill Clinton doing more of the shrinking than any other president. But our new situation has dramatically reversed that trend. Within a few years, those like Dick Armey and Tom DeLay, who believe that any time the federal government moves, its fingers should be chopped off, will be fighting an increasingly desperate rear guard action. The changing times present President Bush with what could be the greatest challenge of his presidency. The tectonic plates beneath us are inexorably moving us to larger federal involvement. Surveys show that the American people are willing to cede more authority and dollars to Washington to do such things as tighten borders, make the skies safer and shore up our public health systems. Many who know George Bush well say he instinctively recognizes this change. But many in the base of his party do not. Since Sept. 11, the president has had to face down the hard right as often as he has fought with Democrats. It will be very difficult for the president to break with the hard right, even though our times demand it. After all, it was Tom DeLay and not Tom Daschle who helped elect him president. But the "new" New Deal is upon us. The president can either lead the charge or be run over by it. -- Sen. Charles Schumer
The New Deal is Upon Us and Glint, Pete and TheCrynic are Leading the Charge
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 16:38:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Oh, by the way dog, wasn't it you talking about giving blow jobs with your new false teeth? Sounds to me like you are fixated on the baloney pony. Interesting.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 16:25:24 (EST)
My two cents are: Come on meat, that was pretty weak. You can do much better. A bit wordy with the queer in the closet routine, but I guess you're still fucked up on drugs and booze. What I've never understood about guys like you, House of Meat, is your aversion to reality. It's probably not the end of the world that you, by your own admission, have been in a drug and/or alcohol induced stupor for most of your adult life. I just find it interesting that a guy with your obvious intelligence needs to go thru life on a self ingested buzz and then brag about it. I just don't get that part. But I'm trying to understand.
the crynic
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 16:02:34 (EST)
My two cents are: I can't believe that anyone would say the crynic sneers at the less fortunate. The man simply calls a spade a spade, trailer trash trailer trash.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 14:04:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Crynic, my man, you have the queer fear. You're worried that you are queer! Guarding against realizing how good-looking Osama is, because it might mean you're queer, you have the fine-tuned sensitivity to notice when someone else can see him. What I've never understood about guys like you, the crynic, is what the fuck do you care if you ARE queer? It's probably not the end of the world, and queers can have portfolios and expensive cars. If they can't exactly have hot young girlfriends, they can have fag-hags who pass for hot young girlfriends when it is necessary to duck back into the closet. If you're queer you're queer, dude-- accept it. If you're not queer, if you're secure in manhood the way most of us are, then the whole topic has no particular meaning, and you can permit yourself to see the Arab as looking like a nun's wet dream. You're a really fucked up dude, the crynic, but don't worry, the guys all love you anyway.
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 13:56:51 (EST)
My two cents are: She's great. And yours?
the crynic
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 13:44:00 (EST)
My two cents are: How's your "girlfriend," crynic?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 13:28:15 (EST)
My two cents are: Sneer? Me? I don't think so. I simply call a spade a spade. A parasite a parasite. I have tons o' compassion for the downtrodden, as evidenced by my sympathy for you confused and liberal feel gooders. Not to mention the pus gummed drunken lunatic with limited reasoning ability. I feel your pain, girls. / / /"...Here we have an almost beautiful man with gentle twinkling eyes and a soft smile... - House of Meat." - words by an obvious homosexual traitor. You go girl. Just go.
the crynic
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 12:05:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Least enjoyable vacation I ever took was a trip through Ghana right after they had some sort of half-assed coup. In a Citro�n where they put four of us in the back seat, three in front including the driver, who was a nasty prick. Nothing but emmerdements all day until finally after dark we rolled up to some bogus road-block where one of the soldiers playfull pointed his sten gun at us, and the driver was so tired and disgusted that he just sighed and sat there not responding to the sergeant. So they pulled us off the road and kept us there killing time, until the negroes convinced me to demand, as a white guy, to talk to the superior officer. The sergeant explained that the bloody driver was disrespectful, just sat there like a bloody Buddha, so I apologized for him, explaining the many frustrating events of the day, and they let us proceed. Worst even of the day for me was when I got to sit by the window which left my lady pressed butt to butt with this zuloid asshole, who heated up and pretended that there was a meat-bee loose in the car and pretended to chase it down her thighs, feeling her up. That was the trip, when it was still light, that we stopped in some bush town that apparently revered buzzards, because there were these huge skin-headed buzzards walking all around the central market area like pigeons. About the most disgusting town I've ever visited, after Nebraska.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 11:13:00 (EST)
My two cents are: The absolute best part of the French medical system is when your suppository is inserted by a beautiful nurse with the top two buttons of her nurse's outfit unbuttoned and the lacy edges of her brassiere peeking past. Hell, even a plain nurse is OK. Them French nurses are always flirty, you know, and ask you if you will take them for a ride on your jolly motorbike while they are pressing the drugs home.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 11:02:06 (EST)
My two cents are: In revolutions the best thing to do is to memorize, in the local language, the phrases "take me to your superior officer" and "don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm a journalist."
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 10:53:07 (EST)
My two cents are: How much you want to bet that, if Coulter's column is not totally focused on Walker this week, she will at least sneer at him in passing? Even if she doesn't sneer at a single Clinton, she will sneer at Walker. That is because she secretly has the hots for him, same way she has the hots for Bill Clinton and Ira Magaziner, because she knows he can splice the cable. Guy shows up in a prison-camp riot with a Chicom K and a beltful of grenades, and a coil of splicing wire, a tall, handsome dude with orthodontisized teeth right out of Greenbrae, who looks like he just changed three hundred tires in the rain. What's a girl to do but put his thumb on her silver bullet? She will be talking bin Walker, this Thursday. Trent Lott is yesterday's sex symbol.
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- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 10:49:48 (EST)
My two cents are: This is true, but have you noticed (and more to the point has Glint noticed) that Osama bin Laden looks pretty damn near exactly like the Southern Baptist image of Jesus? This is no sneering pineapple-faced Central American dictator, no grossly-mustacioed Arab tyrant. Here we have an almost beautiful man with gentle twinkling eyes and a soft smile, a man who would probably pull a whole sack full of calico cats out of the river and nurse them to sturdy adult-hood. Bin Walker has a star-quality mug himself, past all that dirt and war spoodge, and beyond that is one of the few, the proud, the rolled�. Nobody is going to lynch this fellow, he is going to be a star. He will probably have his own show in six months. If you think that fat guy who won the first Survivor shot lightning through the entertainment sky, wait until you see what bin Walker will do. The babes are already lining up to be one of his wives, and the only charge they'll ever pin on him is bigamy.
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 10:41:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Abu Hasim Suleiman Walker? Oh, you mean, Abu Hasim Suleiman Walker, CIA.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 10:08:56 (EST)
My two cents are: It was late June, early July, with no rain that I recall, certainly no clouds, guess that's just how it is in winter. Wasn't very cold, not until you got up into the mountains, but to do that you had to pass through the police post at Pucallpa, and they weren't very friendly guys. This was before the Sendero Luminoso, and the unfriendly guys probably helped la causa, they were so unfriendly, though when replaced by SL, they who succeeded them were even more so. There was a revolution going on in Bolivia, and if we travelled fast, we might make it just in time. My old man told me what to do in revolutions: duck into a doorway. So I was prepared. In countries like this, where we're getting ready to lynch Abu Hasim Suleiman Walker, it's different. Snippy pointed this out, showing up Osama as the kind of guy who can't get into the Christmas spirit, the spirit of America, the kind of place where one might actually express sympathy for tooth pain, and happiness for having a good supply of anesthetic drugs.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 09:29:22 (EST)
My two cents are: You bastards will never catch me, any more than you will catch Osama. You can turn my font red or boot my ass off for three hours for swearing or dis my pretty barquilho, but you will never quench this soul of meat. You guys suck, anyway. The only one on this page who really knew how to sneer at the less fortunate was the cryinic. That man could say you didn't mow your lawn and make it seem like the Council of Trent anathemizing the heretics. You 22 weak sisters don't come up to it.
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- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 02:19:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Getting the tooth yanked was only $170, of which my "share" was $51. There'll still be plenty left over to go to Rio in January! Even though I have no doubt that my share will go up at least another seventy bucks once the insurance company gets wind of this. Cowards.
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 02:13:26 (EST)
My two cents are: Had a couple of ducks not so long ago and when I went to check them in the morning their heads were eaten. Everybody said that's what skunks do to ducks.
Duck Story #12c
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 02:10:11 (EST)
My two cents are: I can't believe that anyone would want a charming guy like me to shut up. Anyway, I got Tylenol and codeine this time. And ten days worth of "cehphalexin" and some Flagyl. Flagyl is this stuff they use to cure yeast infections in women's dark tunnels or twats so they can take the big ones cumming. Also used to be the "drug of choice", in massive doses, for amoebic dystentery, and I've choked down a ton of it. There was this big song and dance about not mixing it with alcohol, but that's bullshit, I've been full of huge amounts of the stuff and drunk as a church deacon and never was nauseated by it. The pliers man also sent me to the doctor to get a shot of some antibiotic because by the time he jerked out the tooth and it's various splinters it was all pretty infected, and he said it would be best to avoid what happened to that guy that was here and got an infection in his head, the Pink Elephant or the Purple-assed Baboon or whatever that character called himself. 2.5 cc's of this stuff in each butt cheek, mixed with Lidocaine, geesh it was the worst two shots I ever had in my life. Hurts bad. I could hardly drive home, too painful to push in the clutch, almost. That stuff is poison. And like the late lamented Pete I've had some pretty impressive shots. But these babies took the prize. Times like these I miss French medicine, where you take most of your pharaceuticals up the ass, in the form of suppositories. About the only shot they give is the Quinimax in the lower back, and every now and then the spike hits the sciatic nerve and drops the patient like a clubbed ox. How can anyone not admire these pericopes? I groove on them.
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 02:07:17 (EST)
My two cents are: President* Bush is turning into a regular Chelsea/Hillary Clinton with these lies about the world trade center. Why can't our celebrities just tell the truth?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 01:53:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Of course president* Bush lied. Figures it makes him presidential*.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 11, 2001 at 00:19:03 (EST)
My two cents are: crushing the vic into a glass of hot water works pretty good on an empty stomach. follow with alcohol. I've also found that downing about a sixpac before dropping helps the buzz.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 23:33:17 (EST)
My two cents are: when i lived in ocean city i used to get out of the shower and bang my head on the bare litebulb everyday. was sure thats how i was going to buy the farm.
Dean 3 of 22
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 23:28:44 (EST)
My two cents are: WHEN DID BUSH SEE THE FIRST PLANE HIT THE WORLD TRADE CENTER? Bush "said yesterday: "I saw an airplane hit the tower - the TV was obviously on - and I used to fly myself, and I said, 'There's one terrible pilot.' And I said, 'It must have been a horrible accident.'" Of the second strike, Mr Bush told the youngster [,third grader, Joradn,]: "I wasn't sure what to think at first."...The story that he was watching TV contradicts reports from correspondents at the time that he got the news in a phone call from his national security adviser, Condoleezza Rice. It also adds further puzzles: why he was being made to wait; why he did not at least delay his entry into the classroom; and why is it obvious that an elementary school would have a TV set in the corridor?" --Guardian, 12.5.01 EXCERPT FROM TRANSCRIPT..."Well, Jordan, you're not going to believe what state I was in when I heard about the terrorist attack. I was in Florida. And my chief of staff, Andy Card -- actually I was in a classroom talking about a reading program that works. And I was sitting outside the classroom waiting to go in, and I saw an airplane hit the tower -- the TV was obviously on, and I use to fly myself, and I said, "There's one terrible pilot." And I said, "It must have been a horrible accident." But I was whisked off there -- I didn't have much time to think about it, and I was sitting in the classroom, and Andy Card, my chief who was sitting over here walked in and said, "A second plane has hit the tower. America's under attack." --CNN, 12.04.01 "Mr. Bush was informed that a plane had hit the World Trade Center in a telephone conversation with Ms. Rice shortly before walking into a second-grade classroom at the Emma E. Booker Elementary School in Sarasota, Fla. White House officials said he knew only that it was a single aircraft and not necessarily a terrorist attack. The president did not appear preoccupied until a few moments later, around 9:05 a.m., when his chief of staff, Andrew H. Card Jr., entered the room and whispered into the president's ear about the second plane attack. At that moment Mr. Bush's face became visibly tense and serious." --NYT, 9/12/01. I was watching the major news channels right after the first plane struck the first tower at around 8:45. My recollection is that footage of that accident was not made available until sometime after the sceond tower was hit by the second plane. That's because any shot of the first plane hit would have been happenstance and probably recorded by an amateur, which turned out to be the case with the footage shown at around 10:00 on network TV. If that's correct, Bush's thought when he saw the footage, "There's one terrible pilot," would be stunningly inappropriate, since it could only have come after phone conversations with Rice at around 8:55 (first plane), after seeing the first tower on fire at around 9:00, and after getting Card's whispered message about the second plane crash at around 9:05. Given that scenario, Bush's viewing of the second plane hitting the second tower could only have taken place after his classroom visit, which ended before 9:15. At around 9:15 he addressed the nation. The only way Bush could have seen the first plane crash prior to seeing the second plan crash would have been to have seen it on a non-public Secret Service TV transmission, which he didn't say had happened, but then, where did the secret service immediately get the pictures and send them to Bush within ten minutes of the crash? None were available to the public until around 10:00, if memory serves, and those weren't reported to have been supplied by the government, but by an amateur. By 10:00 Bush was leaving Saarasota. Given the available facts, the most benign conclusion, then, is that Bush was not telling the truth when he told Jordan that he saw the first plane hit the first tower prior to his going into the classroom. He actually could have seen the tower on fire, heard the reporter say that a plane hit it, and concluded, "There's one terrible pilot," making his remark too typically inappropriate, but not stunningly so. This would be just one more example of Bush's problems with his use of language and facts, which we have beem calling to our readers' attention for quite some time. --Politex, 12.09.01
Bush Lite With Pants Down Caught
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 22:05:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Ah, Vicodin and alcohol. Last time I tried that combo, my head hit the table. But my tooth stopped aching.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 21:26:09 (EST)
My two cents are: Third world showers, there's a leitmotif. No showers on the riverboat. Showers in Bangkok what fried Thomas Merton. Recall shower in a guest house in Thamel with heater not far from shower stall, wires attached every which way. Recall shower in Thapathali Ganeshthan house, no, actually it wasn't the shower that was the problem, it was that when you turned the water on in the bathroom sink, you got a shock. I complained to the landlord, but he was a Rana, so he didn't have to give a shit. Moved out. New house, 'nother landlord, more problems, just different ones. House on the edge of an eroding cliff. Nice view. Earthquake, too.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 19:30:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Do not forget my rotten teeth.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 17:50:38 (EST)
My two cents are: You can run but you can't hide, Meat. Tactical nukes and Daisy Cutters for you, dude. Let's roll.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 16:50:52 (EST)
My two cents are: You will never take me alive!!!!!! I have an intricate web of basements where me and my Al-Kooka network can thrive. We have futons, unhung doors,many drugs, and $9 sox. Death to the Infidels.
House of Meat
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 16:12:38 (EST)
My two cents are: I agree Dean. This fucking page has become Meat's little pallette. Let's smoke him out. With you, me and Glint taking the offensive, I think the little punk will fall in about 10 days. Let's roll.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 16:03:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Do you ever wish House of Meat would just shut the fuck up?
Dean 1 of 22
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 15:30:32 (EST)
My two cents are: I'd have to say that we're advancing into Brazil. The film, not the country.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 15:17:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Just think how happy Glint will be if Nebraska wins. Then he'll have a president* and national college football champion* to feel proud about. What could be better for a guy in his line of work*?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 14:53:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Another evil cat.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 14:33:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Two lesbians who stabbed a 13 year old boy at a party have been found guilty of attempted murder. Lewes Crown Court heard how Lorraine Large and Gemma McGarvie dragged the boy to a park and stabbed him before leaving him for dead. Judge Richard Brown said: "This was an horrendous, unprovoked attack on a young child. On the face of it only a substantial custodial sentence is to follow." Richard Anelay QC, prosecuting, said the boy had attended a party at McGarvie�s home last December. He had become sick after drinking cider. The boy was stabbed 23 times in his chest, back and legs. His throat had been slit. Both women blamed each other for the attack. McGarvie said Large stabbed the boy "while grinning like a Cheshire cat".
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 14:12:05 (EST)
My two cents are: I'll call tonight for directions. Maybe about 8:00 p.m., when you're loaded on vikes and cheap brandy.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 13:55:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Going to leave in about 20 minutes to get this bum molar pulled. Life's little pleasures, man. Who would have thought he'd live to see the day when an Arab knocks down skyscrapers and a man looks forward to having a tooth jerked out, as if it were Christmas morning. We live in bizarre times, dude.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 13:38:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Right next to Food Maxx is Discount Jihad Liquors. They sell beer and $1.99 smokes called Ligget, a grand old name in American tobacco products. El Camino. You can't get a cheaper smoke this side of Indonesia.
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- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 13:34:00 (EST)
My two cents are: Do you think that Food Maxx will be open by Thursday? If so, I'll stop there for the beer before I come to your place, Meat. If I can figure out how to get to your place, that is.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 13:21:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Yeah, but comes a time you just get tired of people who dreamed of becoming doctors sawing and hacking and grinding in your mouth. They drill and thread holes for those implants, and there's no guarantee the bone won't recede from those falsies that cost $25 large. Nope, the ticket is to get some well-made choppers and done with it.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 13:20:16 (EST)
My two cents are: If a person is able to pay the price there's always dental implants. My dentist was telling me he just finished total tooth replacement on one of his male patients. Cost of beauty was at least $25,000.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 12:41:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Which, when you think about it, is a pretty good reason to go to Brazil, even if some of the ferry boats sink.
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- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 11:24:09 (EST)
My two cents are: They say that Brazil is advancing into the first world, but I think there will always be vast areas of third world interspersed or interdigitated with the areas of first. It's the latifundian system, the fact that they never had a real revolution and so never progressed beyond feudalism. Also, there's the problem of the "jeito brasilero" or fact that the country is greased in bribery. I once had half a day to kill before flying out of Rio, and wandered down to the bay and followed a bunch of people onto a ferry boat that went to a nearby island. Guy was selling trinkets, and a cop came up to him and he passed him a few bills, by way of the jeito, both guys holding their hands low in deference to the idea that nobody should know that the man had to pay the cops to sell trinkets on the ferry. This was about a month after another ferry had sunk, killing a bunch of people, so I figure whoever was supposed to inspect it for leaks was on the pad. There was, in fact, a woman who had been on the boat who was making this charge in court, but the newspaper stories were mostly about her career as a loose woman.
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- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 11:22:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Only time I was ever on the Amazon, a couple of days in Belim, it rained hard every day at I think about two o'clock. Right on the minute, as I remember it. Place wasn't too hot for the Equator, but it was damned muggy, and there wasn't much sun. Maybe it clears up at night, or maybe if you go upstream a thousand miles it's clear up there. The reason they call it a rain forest is because it rains a lot. Interesting thing for me about Belim was the shower head over in the corner of my room. I think there was a tile floor and this shower with no doors, but a drain, and a very large head. It was large because it had an electric heater in it, which is to say the water was heated by a massive dose of electric as it went through the head. You may not realize it but a hot shower is nice on the Equator, makes, makes you feel cool, oxymoronically. So I had a foot on the iron drain and I reached up to adjust the shower head and got a pretty good shock, connecting the third-world wiring to the third-world iron drain system. So watch out in the shower, if you should be fortunate enough to find one when you ore in Amazonas looking for stars.
House of Meat
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 11:11:50 (EST)
My two cents are: The point about the Amazon is the complete absence of light pollution, and thusly the complete presence of an unbelievably starry night sky. Milky way visible in its utter milkiness against the black depths of space. Awesome, in its original sense. The second point is several days of eating fish heads and rice. Oh, and yuca. A boring root cut in big squares, tasting like cardboard on a good day. Sometimes they sell yuca here, putting it in next to the chayote, which is really escus, but they haven't figured that one out yet. As if yuca's some exotic yuppie new taste sensation, instead of a three dimensional traumatic memory of what embodied sawdust would be if you were stupid enough to have it for dins.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 09:54:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Rabid rightwing radioheads are all ready to roll to a lynching. String 'im up by his turban, they will. Good show. Might even overshadow Ashcroft covering up for his turbanhead gun buddies. then again, it might not.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 09:39:59 (EST)
My two cents are: I got three Vicodans left. Theoretically that will let me get a little sleep so I can go in fresh tomorrow morning to get this bad dog yanked. I figure I'll get every one of the fuckers yanked and replace them with something that if they give you any trouble or yellow up, you just drop them in a bowl of turpentine over night. Only problem I see with false teeth is you can't give a blow job with them in, and that is no problem for a guy with a steady job, right Glint? Bad for a woman, of course. She may never make another dime, or trap another husband.
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- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 03:33:35 (EST)
My two cents are: Food Maxx still hasn't opened up. Not that I could eat anything if they were, until this tooth gets yanked and tossed. They've got a sign, though, saying "check cashing." You'd think that was a redundancy in the neighborhood, but the other two places cash your check before you have the money-- some sort of loan-sharking scam. There are lots of those places all over town, even in the upscale centas. On the other hand, Quick Cuts opened up between V.I.P Mart and L.A. Nail Talk. L.A. Nail Talk has a poster-paint sign on the window advertising a complete nail job for $15.95. Quick Cuts is the cheapest place to get a haircut, about two bucks less than Super Cuts. But nobody there speaks English. They're Chinese, though, and do a conscientious job, as if they were planting rice or carrying dirt up the side of the Great Wall in a two-basket yoke, and their lives depended on it. About the only interesting political news I've seen is that the right-wing pundits all have their panties in a bunch about this Marin County guy who was in the Taliban. I seen even suave and relatively calm Tony Blankley even breaking into froth and slobber about it. Michael Barone keep babbling about U.S. Marines over and over, as if it's illegal to be in an outfit that crosses the fucking Marines. It's like, this guy has endangered the poor Marines, we better put him in jail. I can't figure out what law the guy broke, but the troglodytes all predict he will be shot or die in prison. If he skates, maybe Ashcroft will pop a nut and we can get someone in there with a little less of a Grim Reaper attitude. The neat thing is, here was a boy who was ready to roll and rolled, while our local warriors are all sitting around in front of Fox News, flipping their penis gourds.
House of Meat
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 03:26:13 (EST)
My two cents are: And no jobs with Ralph Bentrim. He had his pistol and S&W cuffs and scanner, but also some distinctive survey equipment in his vest. Most noticeably this magnetic doo-hickey like maybe a sideways compass that he used to find iron in the ground, never seen anything like it, except for maybe a stud-finder. Most surveyors will use their Brunton or whatever, but I've never seen a box made just for it. Anyway, I took a theodolite down to get it cleaned several years later and in the back room I saw on of those same iron-finder boxes, and I told the guy that the only person I'd ever seen had one of those was Ralph Bentrim. He said that was Ralph's, he had a pile of all the stuff Ralph kept in his vest, the finder, an old Brunton, a tack ball, an Abney, a lead-holder for that big Negro lead for marking stakes, but no pistol or handcuffs. Guy said Ralph died, had a heart attack, and his wife brought down the survey stuff for the store to sell on consignment. What a cold bitch she must have been.
House of Meat
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 03:09:50 (EST)
My two cents are: I heard the Rose Bowl wasn't being played on New Year's Day. Is that true? Remember my neighbor who had to have his hip replaced because he played in the Rose Bowl for Michigan some time around the late 40's? John Reginato. Back then, the Rose Bowl meant something. Pasadena meant something. What's this threat about the 13th? I could use someone to snug in those doors and put them to bed. Just too much for one guy with a jawbone feels like a hockey puck, bad tooth.
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- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 03:02:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Nah, I just pumped the BB gun up the minimum, so the shot wouldn't even penetrate the skin, and I shot the cat toward the end of its fat ass. It might be a calico, though, since I don't know what a calico cat is, and don't remember ever seeing calico, or gingham for that matter. This cat is white with darker random patches, and it's got a sore ass.
House of Meat
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 02:58:05 (EST)
My two cents are: If the cat that was nailed was a calico cat then General Ashcroft would have appreciated it if a stake had been driven through its evil heart.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 10, 2001 at 01:37:17 (EST)
My two cents are: "...So does Nebraska go up to #2 and face the #1 team in the Rose Bowl?...The Cornhuskers own this site! Glint - Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 00:40:52 (EST)" I don't mean to say I told you so, but hey this match up seemed very probable last week, when you know that a computer is involved. So, it looks like as if Gore didn't make us sick of Florida the Huskers are facing Miami. At least Miami won't have the home field advantage which they always enjoyed in the Orange Bowl. Not that it mattered in 1995 when they succumbed to the Cornhuskers last time the two met in a national title match. All right, 1992 was a different story. Not that anyone outside of Miami and Lincoln is really going to care about the 2002 Rose Bowl anyhow. Gotta be rough on the Colorado fans.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 23:44:24 (EST)
My two cents are: God, grant me the serenity to accept a post I cannot change, Courage to walk past the computer without turning it on when I'm running late for work, And the wisdom to know the difference between "come to bed now" meaning "let's have some fun" and "come to bed NOW" meaning "that computer has got to go".
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 23:37:09 (EST)
My two cents are: ' N O T H E R * N E W * F E A T U R E *** "So do you have to wear a goofy faux cop shirt with a flag on it or do you get some kind of cool 'I'm with the band' t-shirt?" - Anonymous@18:30:51. Neither really, just my own shirt with the button down collar. But I did get a cool credential. Click to view it on http://members.fortunecity.com/fornigate/glint/ near the top of the page.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 23:26:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Is Ralph looking for anyone else? Maybe someone with some experience as a pro bono bouncer? <> If they've got bin Laden holed up in Bora Bora, or whatever island he's on now, I have an idea. Saturate the mountain with subwoofers whose speakers have a diameter of 1-3m cranking out Judas Priest. Maybe they need someone to watch those mud walls so that nobody tries to go in or out. Are there any exceptions to the no alcohol rule in Afghanistan.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 22:59:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Worked with a surveyor for a while, Ralph Bentrim, who carried handcuffs and a .25-calbre pistol strapped on his ass. Once out in the woods he found a bent old bicycle wheel and carried it around the rest of the day, said he was going to put it on the front gate as his family "motto", a bent rim for Bentrim.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 22:06:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Nailed a cat on the back fence with the kid's BB gun today. Made a sound like in the beginning of "Saving Pvt. Ryan" when the bullets are thumping into the guys on the Higgins boat.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 22:01:09 (EST)
My two cents are: I'm thinking the gourdie could get into the cop gig. I mean I can see him going down to the army navy survivalist loonball store and buying accessories like hand cuffs and pepper spray and other shit to hang on fat black 56 inch belt.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 18:33:55 (EST)
My two cents are: So do you have to wear a goofy faux cop shirt with a flag on it or do you get some kind of cool "I'm with the band" t-shirt?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 18:30:51 (EST)
My two cents are: I worked as a security guard one summer in Ocean City Md. Suburban Investigators was the name of the place. My job was to guard this condo that had been condemned. structural problems like the balconies cracking off. The security was to keep people from going in it, more of a transferrance of liability from the owner to the guard company for any accidents i think. So in reality, i guarded an abandoned building. used to go to work at 4 p and off at midnite intme to party. usually took a pipe and a six pack to work, just sat in the car and partied and listened to tapes. not a bad gig.
Dean 13 of 22.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 18:29:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Looks like the third place team in the Big 12 gets to play Miami for the National Championship.
that tells the whole sorry tale
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 18:25:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Too bad Oregon gets jobbed. This will be the first time a team that gives up 62 points in a game plays for the mythical championship. Just shows why college football is such a joke. Unemployed alums without lives notwithstanding. New Years Day is a good day for a walk on the beach.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 18:03:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Actually, it looks like the third place team in the Big 12 gets to play Miami for the National Championship. Too bad for Colorado. http://espn.go.com/abcsports/bcs/rankings_full/index.html
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 16:36:53 (EST)
My two cents are: 0.04?
62-36
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 15:39:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Born-again Dem Pres* Snippy KennedyBush continues demonrat War on Povery, spearheading crusade to send aid to Afghanistan, helping their poor and oppressed men, women and children.
will wonders never cease?
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 15:32:07 (EST)
My two cents are: We were so afraid of our Japanese citizens we took their land and stuck them in concentration camps.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 15:15:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Americans Say Sept. 11 Will Be More Historically Significant Than Pearl Harbor The majority of Americans -- even those 65 and older -- say that historians in 100 years will see the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks as more important than the Dec. 7, 1941 Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. A review of polling conducted immediately after Pearl Harbor shows that -- as is the case today in the aftermath of Sept. 11 -- Americans were extremely supportive of going to war against those who carried out the attack. Few blamed President Roosevelt for not being prepared for the Japanese bombing and there was little criticism of censorship of the news about Pearl Harbor. A sizable minority of Americans interviewed in December 1941 expected that the Japanese might attack the West Coast or their own city or neighborhood.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 14:40:38 (EST)
My two cents are: N E W * C O N V E N I E N C E *** In order to make using the Fornigate ancillary page more convenient to our users, a new feature has been added. You can now post messages for Bankgkok.com's Fornigate message board directly from the main ancillary page. Give it a try, at http://members.fortunecity.com/fornigate/ today!
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 13:22:10 (EST)
My two cents are: 3UR3KA!!
CRACK3R 128
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 13:02:59 (EST)
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CRACK3R 128
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 13:01:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Which team deserves to play Miami in the Rose Bowl? Nebraska 31%; Colorado 37%; Oregon 32%. Cornhuskers need your votes. Cast yours at http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/football/college/ !
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 12:54:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Sorry your message to [email protected] cannot be delivered. This account has been disabled or discontinued. - mta559.mail.yahoo.com
the account's owner is disabled all right
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 12:07:06 (EST)
My two cents are: "Carroll crowd lines up for Bush Presidential visit to see Afghan aid excites kids, adults; 'Our gift to kids'" (By Mary Gail Hare - Sun Staff, December 9, 2001) Huddled under an umbrella on New Windsor's Main Street yesterday, Kathy and Mark Varner withstood the chilly drizzle for a glimpse of President Bush. Along with hundreds of others in the Carroll County town of 1,300 people, they were rewarded with a presidential thumbs-up and a broad smile when the official motorcade passed by. But the Varners' biggest thrill came when their daughter Kaitlyn, 12, told them of her closer encounter with the president. "I shook his hand and got a hug and I told him he was doing an incredible job," said a breathless Kaitlyn. "He said, 'Thank you.'" Kaitlyn was among the 300 children - several of them her classmates at New Windsor Middle School - invited to meet the president and first lady Laura Bush at the Brethren Service Center, an international relief organization that has called the town home for 55 years. As tons of tents, jackets and gift boxes filled candy and toys were prepared for shipment from the center's warehouse, Bush and the children saw what his dollars-for-Afghanistan campaign had accomplished. At Bush's urging, children nationwide have given $1.5 million, some of which went into the Red Cross' first shipment of Afghan aid from New Windsor. "The president told us these things would give Afghan children a chance to be warm and have school supplies like us," Kaitlyn said. Heightened security limited the number of people invited to the warehouse. But Bush told the crowd there to "tell your neighbors that we really appreciated the good folks of New Windsor lining the road to wave. It made us feel great this morning. ... A lot of your townsfolk were out there to greet us, and for that we are really, really grateful." Bush mingled, shaking hands and offering brief greetings. "He thanked the Scouts for being here and told us he appreciated us waiting for him," said Bruce Smith, assistant leader of a Woodbine Boy Scout troop. Several Scouts left with M&M's packaged in a white box bearing the blue presidential seal. Most said the candy would be a keepsake. "This is a major occasion when Scouts say they are saving food, not eating it," Smith said. While the presidential party was in the warehouse, tractor-trailers filled with supplies headed to Afghanistan obstructed the crowd's view, but the significance was not lost on the children. "The stuff in those trucks shows that we care," said Mark Golliday, 12. "That is our gift to kids who pretty much don't have anything," said William Linscomb, 11. Reba Wolfe, 8, clutched a dollar bill she hoped to give to Bush. "The Afghan children need my dollar for food and medicine," she said. Bush said Kristen Thompson, 12, a seventh-grader at New Windsor Middle, "did a fantastic job" on her introduction and added that "you must have a pretty darn good school system here." Among the guests at the center was county Commissioner Donald I. Dell, sporting an American flag tie. "I am glad the center is getting this attention," said Dell, adding he was grateful for the compliment to the county's schools. Except for the 7-Eleven, which did a brisk coffee business, the town put itself on hold for the visit. Inn owner Joan Bradford told guests that breakfast would have to wait until Bush left town. Sara Moreau canceled music lessons. "I told my students the president was coming to my hometown and I couldn't miss it," she said. Sun staff writer David L. Greene contributed to this article. Copyright � 2001, The Baltimore Sun
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 11:50:31 (EST)
My two cents are: I have a new appreciation of gourds since I discovered that you can purchase them by mail order. I'm going to order myself a penis gourd and in the spring I'll wear it when I'm out cutting the grass down around the gourd patch.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 11:43:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Anybody tries to hijack this plane and I'll throw this gourd full of urine at them!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 11:36:17 (EST)
My two cents are: The president was in historic New Windsor yesterday for a photo op. His chopper landed on the soccer field at the kids' old middle school. Then his motorcade went through town, presumably winding its way past the carnival grounds to the Brethren Service Center warehouse of the United Methodist Church to inspect humanitarian supplies on their way to help the Afghani people. According to the Times, relief supplies included 1,500 oversized and winterized tents, 1685 winter jackets, and 10,000 gift boxes for children. The gift boxes contain hats, gloves, school supplies, toys, and candy. "Coming here makes me so proud of America and our young people," said the President.
Glint
New Windsor, MD US of A - Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 11:34:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Beats wonking the banker's dog.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 11:32:58 (EST)
My two cents are: well, at least you get to drink on the job. I used to travel alot for my old job. usually 3 day trips every couple of weeks. We'd clock a bunch of OT working 14 hour days. Buddy of mine used to say "if I can't be getting tanked-up, I must be on the clock". There was a certain parsimony to that approach.
Dean 11 of 22
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 11:30:55 (EST)
My two cents are: so are you going to become a cop? maybe you could become an air marshall or something. nobody would suspect a fat guy in a cigar suit.
Dean 7 of 22
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 11:26:31 (EST)
My two cents are: Only the manager was an amazon control phreak. It's a cool job, but it pays about $20 less than night watchman at a HS basketball game. Plus I had to buy my own booze.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 11:21:46 (EST)
My two cents are: maybe now that you have a cool job hanging with amazon bands some of that crumudgeon ness will begin to fade. Grow a ponytail.
Dean 19 of 22
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 10:20:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Not exactly, not did they beat them in November. However, once the numbers have been crunched it's possible that this point could be moot. Can't change the fact that Colorado are the champs of the Big 12, but I'll accept that if it means a shot at the Rose Bowl for the national championship.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 06:08:30 (EST)
My two cents are: So did Nebraska beat Colorado today?
am I missing something?
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 05:59:02 (EST)
My two cents are: Correction. I checked the date on the back of that 04:09 image and discovered it was taken about a year prior to the Denver bus station incident. So I must be 16 or so in that pic.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 04:36:05 (EST)
My two cents are: O.K. some of you, at least 22 including me, have had trouble displaying the 03:37 image. So I've created a link to it on the ancillary page. Just click on the hit of blotter, the one with the picture of the cat on it, being nibbled on by the gerbil in order to see it.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 04:09:03 (EST)
My two cents are: S P E C I A L * T R E A T *** Here is a rather large B/W image of a pre-curmudgeon Glint. It is a picture taken around the same time as the ski vacation / Denver bus station incident which I call "One Blotter Too Many." It's a somewhat slow load at 439KB, but get a gander at the enormous size of those pupils! http://members.fortunecity.com/fornigate/blotter.jpg (If you have any trouble loading, make sure that you've got the cookies turned on, otherwise fortunecity.com won't serve the image.)
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 03:37:17 (EST)
My two cents are: My conscience has been bothering me. The pic of Dean posted on the main ancillary page is not really of Dean. It's actually Conway Twitty. However, the image that pops up when you click on the Twitty pic is indeed Dean. The real Dean, with a can of Right Guard by his head, under a framed image of Jesus, with someone's pole in his hand. Notice that Conway Twitty and Loretta Lynn LP on the headboard? That's the source of the pic. But in order that the high standard you have come to expect on the ancillary page is not compromised, an actual Dean picture thumbnail has been inserted on the page. So what's Dean's picture doing on the board in the first place? Sure, Dean is not an actual participant here, but was Eddie Gann an actual participant? Although Dean's participation has been involuntary he is or was an actual person. I even have some of Dean in color, but you'll have to beg harder.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 03:30:20 (EST)
My two cents are: (USA Today) ATLANTA � A backup quarterback denied Tennessee a spot in the Rose Bowl and really messed up the Bowl Championship Series. Matt Mauck, filling in after Rohan Davey was injured, ran for two touchdowns and No. 20 LSU won its first Southeastern Conference title since 1988 with a 31-20 upset of second-ranked Tennessee on Saturday night...Now, who will go to Pasadena to face top-ranked Miami? Nebraska was next in the BCS standings, despite a 62-36 loss to Colorado in its last game. Simply put, the computers will decide. No. 3 Oregon and No. 5 Colorado are hoping to slide into the second spot. No matter what happens, there's sure to be plenty of controversy...Nebraska, Florida and Texas all fell by the wayside in recent weeks. Now, Heisman Trophy winner Eric Crouch and the Cornhuskers might be back in the picture, getting a chance to play for the national title when they didn't even win their own division in the Big 12 Conference..."
Thank God man invented the computer! <[email protected]>
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 01:50:55 (EST)
My two cents are: (CNN) LSU cleared up one bowl picture Saturday night: it will go to the Suger as the SEC champion. But the Tigers' 31-20 victory against No. 2 Tennessee has made things sticky for the BCS and the Rose Bowl. Nebraska, with Heisman winner Eric Crouch, is the current but controversial BCS No. 3.
I Wonder. Are there Roses Ahead for the Cornhuskers? <[email protected]>
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 01:30:47 (EST)
My two cents are: (AP) - Eric Crouch almost quit the team, now the Nebraska quarterback is the Heisman Trophy winner in one of the most unpredictable races in the history of the award. Crouch, who briefly left the team three years ago when he lost the starting job, capped a sensational career by keeping the Huskers in the national title race all season. Crouch won the award Saturday night, beating out Florida quarterback Rex Grossman.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 01:24:54 (EST)
My two cents are: "That's how i became the revenge fuc_" - Dean@16:38:06. Revenge aside, I cannot agree more.
Glint
- Sunday, December 09, 2001 at 00:54:27 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 21:16:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Annual report on the northface boots is pretty good. 1 year of light use so far. Feel like big cadillacs on the feet this season. Sole still rigid enough for an easy mid-tech climb with a tight finger lacing. Toe pointed enough for almost severe tech with a skate key lace-up. Thought they may need a new break in but all is well. The nine dollar socks continue to suck though. Nine bucks for a pair of fockin sox!~
Dean 13 of 22
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 19:08:56 (EST)
My two cents are: You see, this chick always knew she was going to marry mr hi school boyfriend from the hometown on long island i think. That's what irked her feminist sensibilities so she had to rebel. That's how i became the revenge fuck. seeing as it was more or less revenge against herself it was pretty wild. Catholics, shit.
Dean 7 of 22
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 16:38:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Darwin Awards >> >> Hard to believe, but another year has nearly passed... For those who >>don't >>know it, the Darwin Awards are awarded every year to the persons who died >>(or almost died) in the stupidest way... [Named Darwin Awards because it >>is >>hoped that �survival of the fittest" means something. Hopefully, the >>gene >>pool has been appropriately reduced and these idiots won't pass along >>their >>stupidity. >> >>The preliminary 2000 nominees are: >> >>NOMINEE No. 1: [San Jose Mercury News]: An unidentified man, using a >>shotgun >>like a club to break a former girlfriend's windshield, accidentally shot >>himself to death when the gun discharged, blowing a hole in his gut. >> >>NOMINEE No. 2: [Kalamazoo Gazette]: James Burns, 34, (a mechanic) of >>Alamo, >>Mich., was killed in March as he was trying to repair what police describe >>as a "farm type truck." Burns got a friend to drive the truck on highway >>while Burns hung underneath so that he could ascertain the source of a >>troubling noise. Burns' clothes caught on something, however, and the >>other >>man found Burns "wrapped in the drive shaft." >> >>NOMINEE No. 3: [Hickory Daily Record]: Ken Charles Barger, 47, >>accidentally >>shot himself to death in December in Newton, N.C., wakening to the sound >>of >>a ringing telephone beside his bed, he reached for the phone but grabbed >>instead a Smith & Wesson..38 Special, which discharged when he drew it to >>his ear. >> >>NOMINEE No. 4: [UPI, Toronto]: Police said a lawyer demonstrating the >>safety >>of windows in a downtown Toronto skyscraper crashed through a pane with >>his >>shoulder and plunged 24 floors to his death. A police spokesman said Garry >>Hoy, 39, fell into the courtyard of the Toronto Dominion Bank Tower early >>Friday evening as he was explaining the strength of the building's windows >>to visiting law students. Hoy previously has conducted demonstrations of >>window strength according to police reports. Peter Lawyers, managing >>partner of the firm Holden Day Wilson, told the Toronto Sun newspaper that >>Hoy was "one of the best and brightest" members of the 200-man >>association. >> >>NOMINEE No. 5: [Bloomberg News Service]: A terrible diet and room with no >>ventilation are being blamed for the death of a man who was killed by his >>own gas. There was no mark on his body but an autopsy showed large amounts >>of methane gas in his system. His diet had consisted primarily of beans >>and >>cabbage (and a couple of other things). It was just the right combination >>of >>foods. It appears that the man died in his sleep from breathing the >>poisonous cloud that was hanging over his bed. Had he been outside or had >>his windows been opened, it wouldn't have been fatal. But the man was >>shut >>up in his near airtight bedroom. According to the article, "He was a big >>man with a huge capacity for creating "this deadly gas." Three of the >>rescuers got sick and one was hospitalized. >> >>NOMINEE No. 6: [The News of the Weird.]: Michael Anderson Godwin made >>"News >>of the Weird" posthumously. He had spent several years awaiting South >>Carolina's electric chair on a murder conviction before having his >>sentence >>reduced to life in prison. While sitting on a metal toilet in his cell >>and >>attempting to fix his small TV >>set, he bit into a wire and was electrocuted. >> >>NOMINEE NO. 7: ["The Indianapolis Star"]: A cigarette lighter may have >>triggered a fatal explosion in Dunkirk, Indiana. A Jay County man using a >>cigarette lighter to check the barrel of a muzzleloader was killed Monday >>night when the weapon discharged in his face, sheriff's investigators >>said. >>Gregory David Pryor, 19, died in his parents' rural Dunkirk home about >>1:30 >>p.m. Investigators said Pryor was cleaning a 54-caliber muzzleloader that >>had not been firing properly. He was using the lighter to look into the >>barrel when the gunpowder ignited. >> >>NOMINEE No. 8: [Reuters, Mississauga, Ontario]: A man cleaning a bird >>feeder >>on the balcony of his condominium, apartment in this Toronto suburb >>slipped >>and fell 23 stories to his death. Stefan Macko, 55, was standing on a >>wheeled chair when the accident occurred, said Inspector D'Arcy Honer of >>the >>Peel regional police. "It appears the chair moved and he went over the >>balcony," Honer said. >> >>AND FINALLY, NOMINEE No. 9, THE WINNER!!!: [Arkansas Democrat Gazette]: >>Two >>local men were seriously injured when their pickup truck left the road >>and >>struck a tree near Cotton Patch on State Highway 38 early Monday morning. >>Woodruff County deputy Dovey Snyder reported the accident shortly after >>midnight Monday. Thurston Poole, 33, of Des Arc and Billy Ray Wallis, 38, >>of >>Little Rock are listed in serious condition at Baptist Medical Center. >>The >>accident occurred as the two men were returning to Des Arc after a >>frog-gigging trip. On an overcast Sunday night, Poole's pickup truck >>headlights malfunctioned. The two men concluded that the headlight fuse on >>the older model truck had burned out. As a replacement fuse was not >>available, Wallis noticed that the .22 caliber bullet from his pistol fit >>perfectly into the fuse box next to the steering wheel column. Upon >>inserting the bullet, the headlights again began to operate properly and >>the >>two men proceeded on eastbound toward the White River Bridge. >> >>After traveling about 20 miles and before crossing the bridge the bullet >>apparently overheated, discharged and struck Poole in the right testicle. >>The vehicle swerved sharply right exiting the pavement and striking a >>tree. >>Poole suffered only minor cuts and abrasions from the accident, but will >>require surgery to repair the other wound. Wallis sustained a broken >>clavicle and was treated and released. "Thank God we weren't on that >>bridge >>when Thurston shot his balls off or we might both be dead" stated Wallis. >> >>"I've been a trooper for ten years in this part of the world, but this is >>a >>first for me. I can't believe that those two would admit how this accident >>happened," said deputy Snyder. Upon being notified of the wreck, Lavinia >>(Poole's wife) asked how many frogs the boys had caught and did anyone get >>them from the truck. (Way to go, Lavinia.)
i hear fornigate us up for a vote next year
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 14:54:22 (EST)
My two cents are: An empty sea of red. Quick, who took the badlands, the wastelands, the toxic waste sites, the jagged peaks of the Rockies, the cornfields?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 14:20:43 (EST)
My two cents are: You know Bush is doing something right with the economy when an out of work engineer can bank some easy coin as a rented donut pit during a presidential visit.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 13:56:42 (EST)
My two cents are: You know, Carroll County. One of those countless counties in that sea of red known as the 2000 presidential election map.
Glint
New Windsor, MD US of A - Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 13:50:14 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.zwire.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=2756
Bush to visit Carroll
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 13:26:51 (EST)
My two cents are: probably shouldnt talk thgough. sitting here with a cup of coffee thats over half baileys.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 11:46:12 (EST)
My two cents are: That guy, Dean, does have a chin. And an eyebrow.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 11:45:22 (EST)
My two cents are: its a little early to be that drunk glint.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 11:42:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Wouldn't you know it. He worked up a sweat nailing up the 2x2 knotwood boards with 12 penny naile to the the 4x4 pine posts. Even managed to the red skirted baboon assed Irma drunker than his old man guzzling down free old-fashioneds faster than a Gore speed dialing the winner on election night. He pops the penis gourd off the old hose of meat, and then it happens: http://waynesword.palomar.edu/images/squash1.gif
Glint
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 11:22:46 (EST)
My two cents are: She was there with some mormon girl that was her roomate. jumping up and down because she was happy to see me. I may have told her she looked like a demented kathi-lee jack-in the-box. something like that. anyway, the magic was gone, definitely gone. Somebody else was probably getting the good fuck, the revenge fuck.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 11:04:51 (EST)
My two cents are: FYI, here are a couple of good gourd links: http://www.thegourds.com/penis.html, http://waynesword.palomar.edu/ww0503.htm#pengourd.gif, and http://www.molokai.com/wang/
Glint
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 11:00:31 (EST)
My two cents are: had to borrow the plane fare from a friend. when i got off the plane she looked all different, hair cut short and wearing this flouncy short bright red dress. I said something shitty, but i can't remember what.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:59:16 (EST)
My two cents are: The fucked up thing was that I went because she told me she was preg with my kid. later she told me she miscarried.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:57:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Went to spend a weekend with a chick that was dumping me once. we had gone to different grad schools. took three days to get a sympathy fuck out of her. Pretty sorry but at least I got to unload in her one last time.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:55:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Irma, her name is Irma.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:53:32 (EST)
My two cents are: After eating nothing but boiled taro root, ants and dung beetles for one's entire life, a coke probably would taste pretty good.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:51:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Found a great web site. Has pictures of men drinking Coca Cola in far away lands and wearing nothing but their penis gourds.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:50:35 (EST)
My two cents are: I mean the revenge fuck is infinitely superior to the sympathy fuck.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:49:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Or, make that your penis gourd, not penis bag. Of which has been written, "In remote regions of Papua New Guinea the tribespeople still lead a simple, subsistence existence, using the stone tools in the same style they�ve used for centuries. In these tropical climes the men wear a garment (of sorts) known as a penis gourd or �horim�, which is fashioned out of an orchid chord. The gourd, which is often decorated with tassels and shells, is fastened around the waist with bilum string and worn over the penis at a jaunty angle."
Glint
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:48:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Coca cola probably reaches farther than most missionaries can dream.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:41:26 (EST)
My two cents are: Yeah, good luck skewering what's her ass. But don't forget to take the penis bag off your meat hose first if you don't want want it to come popping out of her mouth on the down stroke and poke you in the eye.
Glint
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:41:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Not that there's anything wrong with revenge fucking. It's probably a great place to start.
Dean 3 of 22
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:35:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like you've got a plan there meat. Irma is undoubtedly ready to put out. Positioning yourself appropriately will leave you the recipient of some pretty serious revenge fucking I imagine. Not a bad place to be at all at all. What are you going to do about the toe?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:31:32 (EST)
My two cents are: We must have flown in via Quito, although I don't exactly remember. Flew out of Miami. The plane in to Iquitos, that I remember, a little plane, very little, one of those that a few decades down the road would be a good target for DEA desperadoes, a little plane filled with loudly squawking chickens and locals and us two gringoes. Iquitos was a typical third-world upstream kinda town--little stores that sold the exotic coca cola, incredible how far in the long arm of the cola king stretched, lots of exposed wires, lights strung up on trees, packed earth for floors, little muddy streets. We got onto a river boat, named I'm sure, but I don't remember it, and began chugging upstream far enough that the Amazon seamlessly turned into the Ucayali.
Dean 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:14:16 (EST)
My two cents are: The show was over by midnight and I was on my way home by 1 a.m. Early compared to the usual private parties there when I usually leave by 3 or 4 a.m. because I'm stumbling and not able to stand up any more and need a place to sit down, like behind the wheel. When I got home there was a batch of chocolate chip cookies on the counter. So I grabbed a handful, sat down on the soafa and switched on the big screen and channel surfed over to the Discovery Channel. Their late night special was a bunch of African dudes who were, as described by the narrator "making penis gourds and trying them on to find that is the right size." I involuntarily sprayed a mouthful of milk and it was so bad it almost made me lose the cookies.
Glint
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:11:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Parking lot was packed. In the middle they had several sofas arranged in a friendly rectangular fashion, with end tables and a couple dim lamps. Later I learned this comfy outdoor den was the "smoking section." So I grabbed a couple Bass ales out of the trunk and stuffed them in my coat pockets and sent up the steps to the studio door and rang the bell. The studio owner stuck his head out and explained that the band's amazon manager had hired her own security staff for the concert and was being very anal about letting persons in who were not pre-cleared for the studio audience. He ducked back inside and returned a minute or two later and took me inside. He explained to the band's manager that I was being provided courtesy of the studio at no additional cost for added security. She seemed a little skeptical but me a credential to hang around my neck and so I pulled out the first Bass and popped off its top. She introduced me to the professional staff, a couple of sides of beef who looked like linebackers for the Ravens. We split up the work so that they patrolled the main entrance together (almost arm in arm - hmm), which was in a hallway between the stage and the john, and I patrolled the floor and watched to make sure nobody came sneaking in through the exit door, which under normal circumstances serves as the entrance. Enforced the indoor smoking ban and was on the look out for cameras or other recording equipment. There are never serious problems at these gigs at the studio. It's like a 30 year year flashback and once the music starts is all peace, love, and rock and roll. As I said before, the band does an excellent immitation of the Led Zepplins. Of course they should. They've been together about twice as long as the original band. They get so into their act that they can improvise in ways that leads one to assume that it would have been the natural progression for the original artist had they survived longer as a group, and in life. They also did some copy work for Pink Floyd, Rage Against the Machine, Santanna, Van Halen (gag!), and others. They had did a rendidion of Golden Earring's Radar Love that was really smoking. Then they did some of their "original" work. The first one was to the tune of "When the Levee Breaks." Hung out with band while the roadies broke things down and then made the long journey back to Carroll County.
Glint
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 10:02:23 (EST)
My two cents are: O U T * W I T H * T H E * O L D ; I N * W I T H * E V E N * O L D E R *** Enjoyed the Keitel dribblings last night, which I haven't read yet, but I'm sure that I will. Read them that is. <> Got tired of that pic of me standing in front of the cropped-out Mt. Rushmore on *** http://members.fortunecity.com/fornigate/ *** so I changed it. That page loads slow on some browsers. If I were you, I'd open another window and start it downlolading while you continue scrolling in this one. Once upon a time Pete shared what he purported to be his passport photograph with me and I presume with Ho-Hum as well. So on the page I've placed my passport photo from when I was 18 and sporting a Graham Nash styled goatee. This was shortly before taking off for Thailand to sample the local stick ware. If you click on that photo you will see another passport photo taken ten years later prior to the Andean astro adventure.
Glint
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 09:57:25 (EST)
My two cents are: All this is well and good, par for the course. But what is that weird post down at 20:27:45? I've never seen anything like it on the 'gate. It's as if some strange green slime had welled up out of the drain-pipes. These are strange, bizarre times, man. Bizarre times.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 03:57:55 (EST)
My two cents are: So, hey, that brick chisel ain't happening, The mason's chisel, about an inch or maybe half an inch less across the blade, it does a good job. Behind the stucco is chiken wire, which I know all about, you deal with it with a pair of dikes. What surprises me is that all advice is to nail in the box, the jambs and all around the door, with 16d finishing nails. I never thought of a finishing nail as a point of strength in construction. But re hanging the unboxed doors, apparently you just square the jambs and top, whatever it's called, then wedge it back from the lock end toward the hinge end , then from the bottom up to the top, spacing it on top with a finishing nail, I forget which d, that is 1/32nd in diameter. Then you screw in the hinges and everything works fine. I'm sorry I can't explain this all better-- her Halloween costume was Irma la Douce, dude, and nobody hardly recognized her. I seen it coming up the stairs and it took my breath away, not even knowing who it was. There is something about a tight red skirt and fishnet stockings and three-inch red spikes on a fine ass that takes your breath away and doesn't easily give it back. Courage.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 01:39:27 (EST)
My two cents are: I keep getting off on tangents, but what I am proud of today and want to report, is that I've about halfway completed a bed-frame for the futon I've been sleeping on down here for the past ten years, going to get it up off the floor an something that can collect dust-bunnies underneath. Not saying that finally doing this was inspired by the news that the incredibly-assed boss-lady was divorcing and might like to sleep up off the ground once her unholy thirsts have been slaked. I just figured it was time. Partly it was that when my kid was demanding dollars to furnish his college room one of his exigencies was an actual frame for the futon. Theretofore he had slept like a Jap on a pad on the ground, same as his old man. On confronting that situation, I had some sort of catharsis of pity and fear, and considered bringing a bed down from the survivalist retreat. Never happened, but I did bring down some 4 x 6 redwood, and some other lumber, and now I've got a bed that requires only bolting together, and cleaning off a chunk of plywood from the dismantled roof, and a babe with huge bazongas to jolt everything into place and make the bolts set right.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 01:26:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Maybe what I should do is move in on the boss-lady, then when she is secure suggest that she get breast-reduction surgery. Of course, it would be well to sample the essence of the huge breasts before having them tampered with surgically. We'll have to see how that works out. Friday, by the way, so there was a long line in front of Tapatio Bros., guys waiting to fill out the Mexico Express forms to get their paychecks down to Sinaloa or Michoacan. There was some anonymous dog on here talking about bricks-- I got a masonry chisel instead of the brick chisel, it's a little shorter on the blade and works good on the stucco. What I remember about that business was back when I worked on the pipeline and we had to fit concrete pipe. We had rock hammers like the geologists use, but the pick end was pretty worthless. What you did to shorten a joint of pipe was to hit it around the circumfrence with the blunt end of the hammer, spinning the pipe between your legs if it was small enough, and eventually you could knock the end off and have a shorter piece of pipe. One thing I learned on that job was that you could do all sorts of things with Portland cement and sand, and with sand and gravel if you wanted to be a concrete guy. I've got a sack of cement and a sack of sand, patched up the driveway with it, and going to make stucco out of it once I get the door in. We used to mix it in a bucket for patch jobs, one spoon of cement and three spoons of sand, a little water, and sculpt the pipes together. Or we'd do the same thing in a cement mixer, scooping out the measures with a shovel. You use a pointy shovel, and jam it into the cement bag to open it, a cross-jam and then one up and down the back, and scoop the cement, then scoop in the sand, and squirt in some water out of a 55-gallon drum until it falls off the mixer barrel just right when it comes around. We did all sorts of shit with ceramics, but never worked with brick. Brick is sort of a fancy material in the west, not an everyday thing the way it is on the east coast, at least the part of the east coast that I have seen. There are almost no brick buildings, for example, in San Francisco, except for old warehouses. Everything older than about fifty years old is built of pure redwood, and the newer stuff is either standard Levittown framing or post-and-beam. When I was a kid we were scandalized because someone moved in to one of the acre lots on our road and built a stucco house. We thought stucco was a Negroid material, but now I really appreciate it. Just cement and sand squeegied out on metal lath, never rot, strong, holds color, nothing can hurt it.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 01:15:30 (EST)
My two cents are: And then, of course, there is the French babe's party tomorrow night. My professor of algae went to a party last week-end where she showed up with Nigel, and that is not good. But Nigel, who is English, a big lump of a man and a computer programmer, has been following Claire around like a puppy for as long as she's been working in our building. Maybe she's looking, and Nigel is just lagniappe. Claire is hot. Beautiful. Maybe late 30's or early 40's, so the professor of algae doesn't want her, intent as he is on snagging a woman of child-bearing age so he can produce little professors. I think what I will do tomorrow is go to Claire's, and skip the office party, just ask the boss lady if she wants to go dancing later. Claire always has every loser in the building following her around, and I hear there are always a lot of frogs at her parties, so maybe there will be a loose frog lady around. Excuse me, but I keep thinking of the incredible way the boss-lady's ass looked in that red dress. She's the sort of woman you don't usually notice the ass, because her breasts are way too huge, incredibly huge, but that was an astounding ass that would yet be at home on many a small-breasted woman. I think that we may have a future together as a writhing, sweating, lustful couple, but if that doesn't work out it will be fun to mambo with her, or whatever those dance steps are. There was this ugly girl moving on, a nice lady, about a month ago and they had a party at a local disco retro club, and I went, and it was fun even dancing with the ugly girl by way of gallantry. I bet it will be even better with the boss-lady, and who knows?
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 00:57:04 (EST)
My two cents are: And there's more good news: tomorrow is the day of second-string Xmas parties, like there's one for work that costs twenty bucks and I might go after the mahi-mahi and the rubber chicken is consumed. This is a maybe because I just found out yesterday that the woman who thinks she is my boss, the woman with the huge knockers and the incredible ass that was revealed by her Halloween costume of red skirt under waist cinched in and fishnet stockings, is blue because she is in the middle of what is said to be a horrible divorce. When she first came to work she let on that she was a dancer who had danced at half-time for the Dallas Cowboys, which I doubted because of those huge bazongers, but since I've seen her coming in covered with sweat from riding her bicycle twenty miles to work, she does it twice a week, so I think maybe she can dance. So I figure maybe she'll be there at the office party and I can ask for a dance, but maybe it will be better just to ask her on the side, just to cheer her up. I swear, I didn't understand those looks of ashamed lust in the hallways, but now I sort of do. Maybe the poor girl needs a shoulder to cry on, an older underling with diminished testosterone and some fair mambo moves. And then, when she least expects it, the full Glint! The Pork Sword! I can't wait.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 00:44:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Car worked pretty good with some gas in it, and I had figured, I could use this kid to help hump in the French doors, and he had wanted to get back to pick up some Christmas dollars at In and Out Burger, but he allowed as how there was no reason to head back north early across the Silicon Grade, so I'm easy now, what with the drugs, and I traded cars and here I am. Got back around two-thirty, plenty of light to bash out stucco around the outside of where the door will go, and get everything set for tomorrow. I feel pretty good, because I got the SVO sitting in the driveway, and smokes, and I can slap in the doors tomorrow before mid-morning. This is a whole new world. The kid is a free agent, a man, and can stay instead of go and probably doesn't worry about sexual advances at work that nothing really pulls anyone else's nose into. But whacking stucco I did think about Glint, by way of thinking how it's nice to have a small place where you can handle the details and don't have to call the Negro in to whack your stucco. You can whack it yourself. And I understood how tough it must be for someone from Nebraska to have to call the Negro in for the necessaries, to come to depend on the Negro and the low-life. With a small place, where the nearest eats are at Food Maxx, you can do it all yourself and never have to befriend the Negro. With a large place on a rise of dirt in Maryland, you have to call in some kind of low-life every time a light-bulb burns out, and you are no longer in control of your situation. Sure, sometimes this means you drive for six hours to put gas in a car, but there's a sense of freedom that goes with it.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 00:33:45 (EST)
My two cents are: Went down there with the extra battery I got "free" from Sears when I bought the tires for the SVO, and some tools, and a multi-meter, because the kid had called and said he's stuck in Surf City because the car is broken. Oh, this was over the phone, and I quizzed him, for instance, had the car just run out of gas, or was the starter doing this or that, and it sounded like the same old problem with the ignition key. So I packed up all the shit and went to Surf City, across the Silicon Grade, and that's where I heard the techie radio station that didn't remind me of Glint until just now. Well, the car, you know, I scoped it and tamped it with the fingers, and hooked things up to it. First thing, I tightened the V-belts per the suggestion yesterday of the criminal in the next cube, who used to race fuel dragsters at Gardena that he built himself, with his brother. And, by gum, the car started, but then it stopped, and it sounded like fuel. So I unplugged the fuel line and there was no pressure, the SVO has injectors and should be under pressure, so I figured, AHA! Fuel pump. Then the kid said, maybe it's out of gas, which he had assured me a hundred and fifty miles away it was not. The only gas cans they had at Ace were blue, making them kerosene cans, but I bought one anyway, and promised Ace that I would fill it with kerosene.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 00:23:23 (EST)
My two cents are: It's so.... wholesome. Knowing that Glint is back at the pickle jar, and has a wife who lets him take down the band girl as long as she's not married too. I was thinking about Glint-- no I wasn't, but I could have been, today, when I heard the techie radio station down in the silicon area. They were talking mostly about how the business has gone up shit creek but also about how to re-program Furby's and the new game cube. They got a whole radio station down there about programming web sites.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 08, 2001 at 00:16:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Not like there wasn't the bones of the 22 to walk on here. So boldly across the moors at night and with such a large jar full of urine. Thank god the meat bees slept o'night like sleek headed men. Thank god they slept. Meat bees have no bones.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 23:18:46 (EST)
My two cents are: I hope the crynic can keep his head down through this. A "Ladies Captain" like the crynic dosen't belong on deck in a storm like this. Guy should be sent below with a fistfull of dramamine lest he end up hoisted from the yardarm like a pinata stuffed full of laundromat quarters.
Dean 5 of 22
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 22:45:01 (EST)
My two cents are: It looked like the pickle jar, but it didn't smell like the pickle jar. The gourdman wondered. He went to the garage and got a spare bottle of urine. First whiff was definitely pickle. A little taste.... and pickle. Still, something was wrong. Maybe it was time to call Dean.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 22:27:51 (EST)
My two cents are: CHAPTER TWO It was in a garage kind of space, where there were echoes, metallic ones, and the cement floor was covered in an unintelligible constellation of grease-stains. An old Bultaco hidden away under a tarp; a gasket here, a bolt there, a few nuts scattered around underfoot. Harvey Keitel was in charge, as he had always been, but who was the guy on the chair, taking the beating? There was that dark sticky red blood running down the side of one ear, there was some screaming, as if it was coming from far away, but it surely belonged to the guy being held down in the chair. It was a guy, French maybe; no Stilton in sight, but the guy had brie smeared over his shirt, I could smell it a mile away. That, and some funny kind of perfume that reminded him of carbon-based baubles and violet eyes. I wished I hadn't worn the Spandex shirt. I wished I'd brought that sweet, tight-butt elf along for solace. I could use some. So could the guy in the chair. Under all that blood, he looked so familiar, somehow, but I couldn't quite make it out. There was something off-center about his whole head, as if something real important there was missing. Not that i mattered, in the long run. I shifted from foot to foot, impatient for Keitel to get the thing over with, hoping he wasn't just toying around, but he was in the middle of one of his goddman monologues, it could be next week before he'd come to an end. I told him I was going to Denny's. I knew the waitress there. I said I'd be back. Keitel said fuck you man. I knew Keitel. From way back. He was just kidding. Damn that Keitel anyway. Him and his goddamn cheese obsessions. Why all this torture, just for drinking up all of his port, downing all his precious Stilton cheese? Some people could be so sensitive about things that were just objects, in the last analysis. I could have finished off the Brie, too, if he hadn't come in just at that moment. Fuckface. Evil fuckface. They're all like that, so high and mighty, the broads worse than any of them, and when it comes right down to it, I'm the one in the chair with the missing ear, Brie all over my own Spandex shirt, not so different from Keitel's, knocked semi-senseless. I'll be back, though. With the Denny's waitress on my arm, a bottle of Bateson's sherry, a clear understanding of intent, and a whole stack of napkins with a novel's worth of writing. Fuck them all, and fuck their frog cheese, too. Who do they think I am? Punchy clown? The King fucking France?
Dean 11 of 22
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 22:19:02 (EST)
My two cents are: CHAPTER ONE The burger chick story turns out all right. What they did, down at the �In and Out Burger Hut�, is they called the witnesses in one by one to recount their sad histories, and they must have talked to the girl, and they decided to put the two on separate shifts. My kid expresses some outrage, feels that the victim was victimized, because that week she got only one day's work instead of two or three days, but I told him to wait and see, maybe they can figure out a way to equalize the pain in weeks to follow. My personal difficulty with all this is a sense that I have failed in some way as a father, and that my son, at an age when he should be learning to giggle about pubic hairs on his Coke, is concerned with the fact that an object, e.g. this young girl's fistful, was referenced as an object in a conversation in which he was an unwilling participant. I have been counseled on this, and it reminds me of my relationship with my own father, who was brought up a Catholic in culture and never forgave my grandmother for conceiving him out of wedlock. I remember going with my father on a press junket to the contested ground-breaking of a sea-side nuclear power plant when I was in high-school, and his embarrassment when his photographer carried on about taking picture of a guy watering ice-plant from an angle that made it look like the water jet was the gardener pissing through a firehose dick. The old man was uncomfortable at my being around during this male-bonding ceremony, and didn't loosen up until he horked down two or three of the free old-fashioneds they lined up on the bar we stopped at in Petaluma on the way back. Well, what goes around comes around, but beyond that the 31-year-old horn-dog gets a paycheck this month, and the 17-year-old petunia gets confirmation that she can still attract attention. I don't think it's any more serious than that.
Dean 5 of 22
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 22:16:23 (EST)
My two cents are: PUBBIES WHO WEAR BURQAS WITHOUT KNOWING IT. -- Sweet, cool Manhattan divorcees, poured post-season Sapphire gin and tonics in response to silly skinny fake blonde Ann Coulter's latest column, entitled, well, who care, really, it was something about burqas, only spelled wrong.// Although clearly the anorexic writer was "on the r-g" when she wrote it, it rambled on and on, hysterically, and somewhat irrationally, about phallocentrism and gun control, althought perhaps the subject was fun control, and the author couldn't type.// But who knows. Perhaps the most fun part of the hysterical rightwing screed was her quotation of one R. Poe, perhaps realtive of Edgar Allen, who, Coulter claimed, said, "feminists (sic) hate guns because guns remind them of men," although one can hardly imagine a feminist deigning to comment on such a stupid topic in the first place. What did he say to elicit this response, one wonders? Ask "do guns remind you of a) heliotrope b) carrots c) flutes d) guys.// I mean, puh-leese.// When are these Reichies going to get their acts together? When will they stop burbling? When will they take off their hairnets and get serious?// Now that their president* has revealed his liberal roots, it's really time for the rabid reich to get serious. I'm serious, after all.// What's more, I'm ready to puke. Oh, and speaking of which, is Ann Coulter married? If not, why not? Is there something funny going on here?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 22:02:31 (EST)
My two cents are: The Bricoleur of course understood the significance of the sixth of a brick that sometimes existed between - or more appropriately after - a half brick that became an unholy sixth and a third if a brick. It wasn�t like he needed a brick chisel or a swiffer magic mop to grok anything. The Bricoleur was smart. But he wasn�t the King of France. The swiffer magic mop and the brick chisel represented two approaches to reality for the Bric. On the one hand (the one with the chisel and missing several barbqued fingertips) reality was his to cobble as if were the puppetmaster between the sun and the bottom of the cave. On the other hand (the hand with the hammer) he was waxing a bultaco, responding to and accepting if you will, the reality of the brick. There was something missing between the two. A joining called praxis.
Dean 3 of 22
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 21:53:45 (EST)
My two cents are: I love Glint in the hairnet.
Dean
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 21:44:56 (EST)
My two cents are: OK by me so long as Glint keeps wearing the hairnet.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 21:30:48 (EST)
My two cents are: who Dean?
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 20:29:20 (EST)
My two cents are: The moment is passing. The window is closing. Sharon's policy of symbolic war and sympathetic words is not a strategy. It is the muddling through of a hopelessly muddled Israeli government, a government of national disunity. And yet, there will be an Israeli military campaign to do to the Palestinian Authority what the United States has done to the Taliban. Sooner or later, the war is coming. It is inevitable. Israel cannot bleed forever. � 2001 The Washington Post Company
the end is near. it is coming.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 20:27:45 (EST)
My two cents are: Just a quick note before taking off for the recording studio. In case Ydog is locked out of the bedroom again tonight, I've posted a clickable picture of Dean at http://members.fortunecity.com/fornigate/.
Glint
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 19:53:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Yeah. That Reagan was a disaster.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 18:37:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Or how about the one called Pritty Shitty President Rapist. That's the one about the former criminal president who left the office in total disgrace.
siskell and ebert
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 17:37:27 (EST)
My two cents are: Or was it Witty City Gang Bang? You know, the one about the orgy-loving Oxford professors.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 14:56:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Benny Hinn wasn't in Willy Wonka, anon. He was in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Sheesh!
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 14:55:19 (EST)
My two cents are: What's your problem with Benny Hinn? I always enjoyed him in Willy Wonka and the wife and I always cracked up when he'd slap that little old man and chase nearly naked women all around London.
Anonymous.
- Friday, December 07, 2001 at 14:54:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, Benny Hinn is one thing, and Benihana another. However. What's with Benny Hinn's accent? Where's the dude from? Austria? Some comb-over. Awesome. Scary, really. Speaking of which, I hear that God has struck down Pat Robertson. 'Bout time. Really.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 23:51:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Found a binocular lens cap in the observatory. Turns out it belongs to the girl friend of a friend of mine. Speaking of girl friends there was once had a horny neighbor in our previous neighborhood who was going through a divorce. The Mrs. didn't like the kind of men she was attracting and for her benefit set up "dates" with me as escort to take her out of the house and keep her mind and whatever else occupied. One night the two of us went to see her favorite Baltimore area band, a combo that does a somewhat respectable knock-off imitation of Led Zepplin complete with a Roger Plant clone. Anyway, the friend whose girl friend lost the lens cap owns a recording studio where this band called NeverNever scheduled to record a "live in concert" CD tomorrow night. If I bring the cap that covers the tip of his chicky's bino tomorrow I'll get in to the back stage where the party action will be. The divorcee is now remarried so I don't know if the wife will let me take her down this time. (http://www.nevernever.com/)
Glint
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 23:40:04 (EST)
My two cents are: On the other hand, these military courts sound pretty mild, so maybe we should send our citizen-criminals to them and send terrorists to be judged by Clarence Thomas.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 23:25:51 (EST)
My two cents are: This attorney general Ashcroft is a real goof. He told the Senate committee that the kangaroo trials are for terrorists, so they were OK. If the man had any brains he would figure out that our regular courts, with all their vaunted protections, are for criminals. This is way overkill! I say, why not give criminals the same treatment we give terrorists? Let's quit coddling these bastards: military tribunals for ALL lawbreakers!
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 23:23:44 (EST)
My two cents are: "Why, of course the people don't want war ... But after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship...Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger." - Hermann Goering, Nazi leader, at the Nuremberg Trials after World War II
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 23:03:09 (EST)
My two cents are: I've got some cans of Campbell's soup that I didn't know were low-salt when I bought them, and a can of "vegetarian" refried beans, which obviously means no lard. How do I get these into the Xmas Care Basket for the Breightly family? I also have several pairs of hardly-used size 8 1/2 or 9 jogging or basketballs shoes, and a lot of old button-down Oxford shirts, 16 x 33-34.
House of Meat
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 22:58:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Or the man in the white suit, Benny Hinn.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 22:48:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Probably.
SKUTNIK
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 21:13:44 (EST)
My two cents are: Guilt by association on the Bush connection to the money-launderer, anonymous. A Bush boy on the prowl for a sweet deal is going to necessarily play a few rounds with some unsavory characters, but that don't mean he's running guns himself, like the old man.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 21:13:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Who's next? Pat Robertson?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 21:12:48 (EST)
My two cents are: I don't know, anonymous, I could never understand the Billy Graham phenomenon. The sucker makes my skin crawl.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 21:09:46 (EST)
My two cents are: I just don't understand why they would knight a Bible-thumper with no known skills other than the ability to extract money from the gullible. Why don't they make him an honorary vicar of Southwick-on-Barnstable? Hell, make him an honorary Bishop, I don't care, but why a knight? Doesn't the Anglican heirarchy want the asshole polluting their liturgies with his pot-banging brand of yahoo envangilism?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 21:08:12 (EST)
My two cents are: He'll just be an honorary knight, anonymous. He won't have to participate in the jousting.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 21:03:55 (EST)
My two cents are: People have been knighted for producing vast amounts of ale. That fat singer with a last name for a first name and a first name for a last name was knighted, apparently for nothing. Might as well knight a foreigner for devoting his life to promoting superstition.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 21:02:21 (EST)
My two cents are: Maybe Billy's son can be the Court Jester.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 20:25:03 (EST)
My two cents are: LONDON, England -- Veteran American evangelist Billy Graham is to be made an honorary knight in recognition of his contribution to religious life. Graham, 83, will receive the title in Washington from Sir Christopher Meyer, the British Ambassador to the U.S., on behalf of Queen Elizabeth II.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 20:12:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Similar to George I, drug smugglers and cigarette boats?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 14:23:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Have you heard the one about president* Bush's cozy political relationship with this professor in Florida who just happens to be a big money launderer for Hezboullah?
some war on terrorism
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 12:40:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Web columnists rule!
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 12:38:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Probably turns a guy on, one bitch slapping another.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 12:30:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Who needs hard info when we can just round up all the swarthies for Ann Coulter to convert?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 09:11:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Ah, gun control. Have you heard the one about Ashcroft not letting the FBI use DoJ info on gun ownership by Al Qaeda operatives in the USA? Some war on terrorism.
Reichwing Soft on Terror: Put Gunnies First
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 09:06:45 (EST)
My two cents are: Today Ann discusses, "Women We'd Like To See... In Burkas." Starts out by bitch slapping Dowd before turning her sights on gun control. She concludes by quoting Poe and thanking God. Sorry, December 04, 2001 at 23:57:32 dot. This one's not about travel.
Glint
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 08:02:43 (EST)
My two cents are: I haven't scrolled down for all the funny duck stories. I hope they're funny. I need something that'll make me pinch my pants. <> The venue for yesterday's interview was once more on the surface of Ydog's home planet of Montgomery County. Sitting in the lobby between interviewers I noticed a lady from a temp agency came in bearing gifts for all the managers that presumably have rented some of her people. Little boxes wrapped in white paper with red bows. Figured it couldn't hurt so I introduced myself, told her my situation. Then she ran out to her car to fetch one of her cards. The other reason I introduced myself was that the V.P. I had just interviewed with said one of my first tasks would be to let a certain person go who they had already collected the paper trail on. My second duty would then be to hire a replacement. Hence, it seems as though my relationships with the temp recruiters might be changing. They would be calling me instead of the other way around, and bearing gifts as well.
Glint
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 07:46:10 (EST)
My two cents are: So it's the liberals who are mailing the anthrax, to make America mad at the right wing patriots?
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 02:05:58 (EST)
My two cents are: I'll never forget the night I spent creeping around the neighbor's duck pond quacking at the duck. He pinched about forty underwater loaves he was so upset. Hee hee hee.
Duck Story #32a
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 02:04:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Here's the latest blurb by Ann's mentor, Richard Poe. It's the one where he discovers that Timothy MacVeigh was working for Osama. Fun and Games with Anthrax FrontPageMagazine.com | November 30, 2001 WHAT IS THE PURPOSE of these anthrax attacks? I can�t figure it out. As a weapon of mass destruction, anthrax is a dud. The stuff only seems to kill occasional senior citizens by accident. Were the terrorists simply idiots for choosing anthrax? Or does this operation serve some purpose other than killing? I suspect the latter. Anthrax has failed dismally to hurt, kill or even frighten most of its intended victims. But it has proved remarkably effective in poisoning American unity. Consider the sequence of events. After the 9/11 attacks, Americans stood united. The sleeping giant had awakened. Terrorist leaders from Cairo to Baghdad trembled. Then the Middle East propaganda mills started grinding. The September 13 edition of Iran�s Tehran Times declared: "After the bombing in Oklahoma City, the U.S. officials under the influence of the Zionist lobby immediately pointed their fingers at Muslims and Palestinians. However, later it was revealed that a U.S. citizen Timothy McVeigh was behind the bombing..." Homegrown extremists must have carried out the September 11 attacks as well, the editorial implied. Throughout the Muslim world, journalists, government officials and terrorist leaders took up the chant. But Americans wouldn�t buy it. The role of radical Islam in the 9/11 atrocities seemed too obvious. Then came the anthrax offensive. Suddenly, things got hazy. Harvard University terrorism expert Juliette Kayyem led the way. An Arab-American and former Clinton political appointee, Kayyem told The New York Times on October 15 that "rightwing groups in America" were likely behind the anthrax attacks. "As soon as I heard the word anthrax, that�s what I thought of," she told the LA Weekly. And what made her jump to that conclusion? Well, it seems that "rightwing" extremists in America have, on occasion, scared people with fake anthrax hoaxes. Saddam Hussein, on the other hand, uses the real stuff. "Saddam has the anthrax," noted Wall Street Journal editor Robert L. Bartley on October 29. "After his defeat in the Gulf War, U.N. inspectors found he'd deployed missiles and artillery shells loaded with anthrax, botulism toxin and nerve gas� We know that he's capable of milling anthrax to military grade..." Government leaks have only muddied the waters, following a kind of Newton�s Law of action and reaction. For every leak blaming Muslim terrorists, an equal and opposite leak fingers domestic "hate groups." For instance, "leading U.S. intelligence sources" told the London Observer that Iraq was the prime anthrax suspect. Two weeks later, anonymous sources from the "security services and Justice Department" told the same newspaper that "Aryan militants" were the likeliest culprits. Such contradictory leaks may signal a dangerous rift in the counterterror community. On October 27, NewsMax.com investigative reporter Carl Limbacher exposed serious mishandling of the anthrax investigation by what he called a "Clintonized FBI," obsessed with pinning blame on "rightwing" extremists. "Nothing [about the anthrax attacks] seems to fit with an overseas terrorist-type operation," one senior FBI official assured the Washington Post on October 27. So why was terrorist Mohamed Atta looking at cropdusters in Florida? And why did a newspaper in Pakistan receive an anthrax envelope? The "Clintonized" FBI may have similarly whitewashed the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing. Former KFOR-TV reporter Jayna Davis told Fox News Channel�s Bill O�Reilly in a March 20, 2001 broadcast, that the FBI ignored massive evidence linking Timothy McVeigh to Osama bin Laden�s terror network. The alleged OKC whitewash has received extensive coverage on Internet news sites, such as WorldNetDaily.com. But mainstream media favor their own conspiracy theories, in which "rightwing" Americans are the sole villains. On November 16, for instance, CNBC Hardball reporter Dan Abrams proposed that "some sort of right wing group" may have sent anthrax to Democrat Senators Tom Daschle and Patrick Leahy. "That's been my theory since the beginning," replied host Chris Matthews, a Democrat. On Tuesday, the U.S. military identified over 40 sites in Afghanistan with possible connections to chemical and biological warfare operations. Stay tuned for a rash of government leaks debunking this claim. I don�t want to be a bad sport. Disinformation is inevitable in war. Lies and counter-lies are all part of the game. But I�m getting worried. Eight years of Clinton appointments seem to have packed our intelligence and law enforcement agencies with the sort of people who believe the NRA, the Republican Party and the Christian Broadcasting Network constitute greater threats to our nation than al-Qaeda. We are going to have a very hard time winning this war if we can�t agree on who the enemy is. Richard Poe is editor of FrontPageMagazine.com and SlapHillary.com. His latest book is The Seven Myths of Gun Control.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 02:01:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Ann's got a wide-open twat for anyone who can splice a cable.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 01:55:36 (EST)
My two cents are: I won't believe it's Ann until I see it on Front Page. Ann wouldn't leave us wondering about whether she got the silver bullet charm back from the jack-booted thugs.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 00:22:09 (EST)
My two cents are: I like that part about "feverish, angry mail." Is that Ann Coulter? If so, that explains it. Poe is her boss, and she's learned what dissing the boss gets you. Booted down to a third-rate troglodyte site from the sturdily second-rate National Review On-line. What is Ann's problem with the New York Times, anyway? Turned down for a job? They reject her submissions to the op-ed page and run letters from termagants? All this bullshit about the Times isn't helping the frequent flyer much.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 00:18:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Lure? Hah. She is but one of many. Pro-bulimics, pro-anorexics, they're not too far away from the heaven's gaters who tried to ride the comet. Only they're Republicans, sort of. The ones who are left after the Kennedy conversion. Not even enough to shake a stick at. Sad, really.
Anonymous.
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 00:11:37 (EST)
My two cents are: What is that idiotic screed down there doing on this liberal page? Do we really need that sort of tilting at windmills around here, the whining about letters to the editor in the New York Times? Wha? Posted by who, Glint or the quitter? Hey, don't you guys get it? It is ungentlemanly to piss and moan about women trying to cut themselves some cultural balls. Give it a rest. Try to be gallant about it if some poor babe writes in complaining that the woman heroes didn't get their ass kissed enough. Women like getting their ass kissed, and unlike men they do not lose anything by getting their ass kissed, and it doesn't harm a thing, so do it. About the stupidest aspect of the idiot right is this constant whining about women, accompanied by brilliant insights like the one below about not finding any women in the pictures of dead firemen. As if there were women on all those fire crews but they chickened out. All this grasping at straws, when a little gentlemanly comforting is all that was necessary. Anyone who uses Richard Poe as an analytical resource has got to be kidding. That is the weenie who disbarred me from posting on his web site because he perceived me as part of an left-wing conspiracy to charge the atomosphere with the nefarious idea that Ann Coulter is a dolt. There wasn't about to be any promulgation of Comintern propaganda, "not on this page." The man is just Horowitz's butt-boy, can't even keep up with Jaimie Glaznov or Michelle Milken, talk about your tail-chasing troglodyte lunatics.
Ha, they wanted noses and ears and I gave them feminism hanging by a thread
- Thursday, December 06, 2001 at 00:10:46 (EST)
My two cents are: As I was reading that screed, somehow I knew the punch line would be about purging. As she'd rattled on about mayo, I kept think, "Wait, this girl doesn't eat. Not mayo. Not bread. Not my Ann." When she got in the plug for vomiting, it all made sense as I knew it would. I find it disturbing that she would try to lure others into the eating disorder lifestyle. I can see why she had to leave the pillars of National Review on-line.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 23:47:13 (EST)
My two cents are: It's a sad fact, anon, that Republicans cannot spell.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 23:46:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Yeah, she's all about being a good American. Excercising her right to piss and moan and bitch.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 23:42:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Sloud? Should?
doubt it
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 23:40:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Ann did write about food. Giving special emphasis to ingestion freely followed by vomiting. The American way of freedom, a subset of the bulimic way. Is it not?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 23:40:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Slould? Shouldn't?
doubt it
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 23:40:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Ann should write about food. Ann shouldn't write but especially about food. And vomiting.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 21:35:00 (EST)
My two cents are: Who needs N.O.W when not just the Marines and the Rangers, but the entire US Army is out there on the front lines in Afghanistan, fiercely fighting the feminist battle?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 20:31:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Who needs Gloria Steinem when the First Lady, Ms. Laura Bush, is educating the world about the oppression of women?
Make Way for Laura KennedyBush
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 20:25:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Feverish, angry mail poured in from bitter Manhattan termagants in response to a Maureen Dowd column in The New York Times about the "hunks" at Ground Zero. Dowd had ruefully noted that feminism "has done a back flip" since women "now ogle the macho men they once spurned." The letters weren't complaining about the wild double standard that allows a woman columnist for a major newspaper to objectify men � calling firemen, for example, a "sizzling accessory." No, the bitter letter-writers took issue with Dowd's claim that after Sept. 11, "women get in a swoon when a hard hat with a flag decal wolf-whistles at them." Whistling at girls, as one letter to the editor earnestly advised, is "an uncomfortable, offensive annoyance indicative of the subjugation and objectification of women in this country." Men are broken down by profession and categorized as "trophy mates," "foxes" or a "sizzling accessory" on the op-ed page of the "newspaper of record," and Manhattan feminists erupt in indignation about the objectification of ... women! And that's not even the craziest part. The craziest part is they are incensed about a wolf whistle that never even happened. It was just an abstract point in a typically pointless, rambling and completely nonfactual Maureen Dowd column. But mainly, the letters complained that Dowd had contributed to "the perception that all of the heroes of Ground Zero were men," as one irate feminist put it. Many selfless acts of women's heroism were detailed. One female hero "helped evacuate an apartment building," for example. Yet another had "rushed to the scene on her day off." At that point, the catalog of female heroics on Sept. 11 began to trail off markedly. While such cool-headed thinking is not to be dismissed, I personally examined the photographs of every single fireman killed in the World Trade Center and there wasn't a woman among them. (There was barely a Protestant among them: 90 percent of the firemen killed at the World Trade Center were Roman Catholics.) The single strangest tribute to the "female heroes" was this one: "Consider Kathy Mazza, a Port Authority police captain who died at the World Trade Center after drawing her gun to blast open glass walls, allowing hundreds to escape. (Try doing that from a backseat in a burka.)" What on earth does a burka have to do with it? The key point is that she had a gun. As far as I am aware, there is no scientific evidence establishing that it is more difficult to pull a trigger while wearing a burka. But as Richard Poe points out in his excellent book "The Seven Myths of Gun Control," feminists hate guns because guns remind them of men. Bubbling with the usual "phallic symbol" cliches, one of the feminists quoted in "Seven Myths" explains: "Just as sex is the ultimate weapon of patriarchy used to penetrate and possess women, the gun's sole purpose it to intrude and wound its victim." Gun control, she concluded, is thus a way to "curb the perpetuation of patriarchy." This is right where you want to be after Sept. 11 � complaining about guns and patriarchy. If you didn't already realize how absurd it is to defang men, a surprise attack on U.S. soil is a good reminder. We've got men cleaning up Ground Zero (Manhattan had to import them from the surrounding boroughs), men flying bombing missions over Afghanistan, and men on the ground preparing to take Osama bin Laden. (God help the Green Beret who takes him alive.) There are surprisingly few men, however, in the nation's news pulpits. If the press keeps haranguing Attorney General John Ashcroft about producing a list of the 603 detained immigrants, Ashcroft should offer to release the names on a one-for-one basis with the names of anyone currently serving in the U.S. military who is the blood relative of a New York Times reporter. When America is threatened from the outside, men are ascendant and Republicans have a lock on the White House. Naturally, feminists are petulant about this disturbing turn of events. Poe's epilogue, titled "The End of Manhood," is really an epilogue for feminism. After abandoning 30 years of sermons on sexual harassment to introduce the "one free grope" rule when it came to impeached former president Bill Clinton, feminism was already hanging by a thread. Now that it's a real war and not a Hollywood war, "G.I. Jane" is merely preposterous. To paraphrase Gloria Steinem, combat units need a woman like a fish needs a bicycle. Blather about male patriarchy and phallic guns suddenly sounds as brilliantly prescient as assurances that the Fuhrer would stop at Czechoslovakia. Another great item in Poe's epilogue for feminism is this: At a Wellesley Center seminar in 1998, teachers and school administrators were encouraged to counteract "gender programming" by having little boys dress up in skirts and high heels. "It's perfectly natural," the instructor explained, "for a little boy to try on a skirt." It's also "natural" for men to whistle at women, but the anti-phallocentric crowd doesn't like that. We should be down on our knees thanking God right now that it's also "natural" for men to fight, shoot and kill.
sorry no noses ears or beards
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 20:18:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Feverish, angry mail poured in from bitter Manhattan termagants in response to a Maureen Dowd column in The New York Times about the "hunks" at Ground Zero. Dowd had ruefully noted that feminism "has done a back flip" since women "now ogle the macho men they once spurned." The letters weren't complaining about the wild double standard that allows a woman columnist for a major newspaper to objectify men � calling firemen, for example, a "sizzling accessory." No, the bitter letter-writers took issue with Dowd's claim that after Sept. 11, "women get in a swoon when a hard hat with a flag decal wolf-whistles at them." Whistling at girls, as one letter to the editor earnestly advised, is "an uncomfortable, offensive annoyance indicative of the subjugation and objectification of women in this country." Men are broken down by profession and categorized as "trophy mates," "foxes" or a "sizzling accessory" on the op-ed page of the "newspaper of record," and Manhattan feminists erupt in indignation about the objectification of ... women! And that's not even the craziest part. The craziest part is they are incensed about a wolf whistle that never even happened. It was just an abstract point in a typically pointless, rambling and completely nonfactual Maureen Dowd column. But mainly, the letters complained that Dowd had contributed to "the perception that all of the heroes of Ground Zero were men," as one irate feminist put it. Many selfless acts of women's heroism were detailed. One female hero "helped evacuate an apartment building," for example. Yet another had "rushed to the scene on her day off." At that point, the catalog of female heroics on Sept. 11 began to trail off markedly. While such cool-headed thinking is not to be dismissed, I personally examined the photographs of every single fireman killed in the World Trade Center and there wasn't a woman among them. (There was barely a Protestant among them: 90 percent of the firemen killed at the World Trade Center were Roman Catholics.) The single strangest tribute to the "female heroes" was this one: "Consider Kathy Mazza, a Port Authority police captain who died at the World Trade Center after drawing her gun to blast open glass walls, allowing hundreds to escape. (Try doing that from a backseat in a burka.)" What on earth does a burka have to do with it? The key point is that she had a gun. As far as I am aware, there is no scientific evidence establishing that it is more difficult to pull a trigger while wearing a burka. But as Richard Poe points out in his excellent book "The Seven Myths of Gun Control," feminists hate guns because guns remind them of men. Bubbling with the usual "phallic symbol" cliches, one of the feminists quoted in "Seven Myths" explains: "Just as sex is the ultimate weapon of patriarchy used to penetrate and possess women, the gun's sole purpose it to intrude and wound its victim." Gun control, she concluded, is thus a way to "curb the perpetuation of patriarchy." This is right where you want to be after Sept. 11 � complaining about guns and patriarchy. If you didn't already realize how absurd it is to defang men, a surprise attack on U.S. soil is a good reminder. We've got men cleaning up Ground Zero (Manhattan had to import them from the surrounding boroughs), men flying bombing missions over Afghanistan, and men on the ground preparing to take Osama bin Laden. (God help the Green Beret who takes him alive.) There are surprisingly few men, however, in the nation's news pulpits. If the press keeps haranguing Attorney General John Ashcroft about producing a list of the 603 detained immigrants, Ashcroft should offer to release the names on a one-for-one basis with the names of anyone currently serving in the U.S. military who is the blood relative of a New York Times reporter. When America is threatened from the outside, men are ascendant and Republicans have a lock on the White House. Naturally, feminists are petulant about this disturbing turn of events. Poe's epilogue, titled %2
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 20:18:17 (EST)
My two cents are: R I P

- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 20:17:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Good stuff, sure, but is it up to the standards of a Coulter?
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- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 19:32:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Next we'll be hearing about the noses, ears that were cut off the Afghanistan beardless.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 18:09:51 (EST)
My two cents are: The Cruelest Cut: Man With Amputated Penis Wins Big By=ucks in Court by Kevin Hoffman Published December 5 -11, 2001 No two words command attention quite so much as "penis amputation." I saw them together for the first time in the headline of a press release faxed this week by Ohio Lawyers Weekly, a trade publication for the state�s legal community: "Man Gets $6.5 Million Settlement For Penis Amputation." The man in question had his penis amputated after his cancer went undiagnosed for 13 years. He had first visited a doctor in 1984 complaining of painful erections but was told he had a condition, non-life-threatening, that causes the penis to curve up or down. In 1997, he discovered he actually had cancer and had to have his penis cut off. Hungry for more information (if not for lunch), I called J.P. Finet, the author of the Lawyers Weekly article. He seemed like a nervous fellow, but it may have been the subject matter; when you�re talking about an amputated penis, almost everything you say becomes a double-entendre. Take, for example, this sample bit of our conversation: Me: "I know it was big, but was it unusually large?" Finet: "It probably was unusually large, given the injuries." We were talking about the size of the settlement. Did the length of the man�s member have anything to do with the large monetary award? Finet said that award may have been significantly smaller if, say, the man�s left hand had been amputated, and that the amputated penis may have been one reason the hospital was willing to settle. "You don�t want to be getting this before a jury, especially a jury with some men in it." Unfortunately, the out-of-court settlement and a confidentiality agreement protect the identity of the hospital, so there�s no way to know whether my HMO is sending me to the penis butchers or not. Maybe I could have tricked J. Michael Monteleone, the attorney for the man who lost his penis, into revealing the hospital�s name, but he didn�t return my phone call. He was quoted in the daily paper, however, saying something that should never appear in an article about penises, amputated or otherwise. In describing how the malpractice happened, Monteleone said it "was a question of the left hand not knowing what the right hand was doing." Ouch.
Maybe Bill Clinton had cancer?
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 17:16:02 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-000096561dec05.story
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 16:02:59 (EST)
My two cents are: December 5, 2001 Talk about it E-mail story Print Clinton Let Bin Laden Slip Away and Metastasize Sudan offered up the terrorist and data on his network. The then-president and his advisors didn't respond. By MANSOOR IJAZ President Clinton and his national security team ignored several opportunities to capture Osama bin Laden and his terrorist associates, including one as late as last year. I know because I negotiated more than one of the opportunities. From 1996 to 1998, I opened unofficial channels between Sudan and the Clinton administration. I met with officials in both countries, including Clinton, U.S. National Security Advisor Samuel R. "Sandy" Berger and Sudan's president and intelligence chief. President Omar Hassan Ahmed Bashir, who wanted terrorism sanctions against Sudan lifted, offered the arrest and extradition of Bin Laden and detailed intelligence data about the global networks constructed by Egypt's Islamic Jihad, Iran's Hezbollah and the Palestinian Hamas. Among those in the networks were the two hijackers who piloted commercial airliners into the World Trade Center. The silence of the Clinton administration in responding to these offers was deafening. As an American Muslim and a political supporter of Clinton, I feel now, as I argued with Clinton and Berger then, that their counter-terrorism policies fueled the rise of Bin Laden from an ordinary man to a Hydra-like monster. Realizing the growing problem with Bin Laden, Bashir sent key intelligence officials to the U.S. in February 1996. The Sudanese offered to arrest Bin Laden and extradite him to Saudi Arabia or, barring that, to "baby-sit" him--monitoring all his activities and associates. But Saudi officials didn't want their home-grown terrorist back where he might plot to overthrow them. In May 1996, the Sudanese capitulated to U.S. pressure and asked Bin Laden to leave, despite their feeling that he could be monitored better in Sudan than elsewhere. Bin Laden left for Afghanistan, taking with him Ayman Zawahiri, considered by the U.S. to be the chief planner of the Sept. 11 attacks; Mamdouh Mahmud Salim, who traveled frequently to Germany to obtain electronic equipment for Al Qaeda; Wadih El-Hage, Bin Laden's personal secretary and roving emissary, now serving a life sentence in the U.S. for his role in the 1998 U.S. embassy bombings in Tanzania and Kenya; and Fazul Abdullah Mohammed and Saif Adel, also accused of carrying out the embassy attacks. Some of these men are now among the FBI's 22 most-wanted terrorists. The two men who allegedly piloted the planes into the twin towers, Mohamed Atta and Marwan Al-Shehhi, prayed in the same Hamburg mosque as did Salim and Mamoun Darkazanli, a Syrian trader who managed Salim's bank accounts and whose assets are frozen. Important data on each had been compiled by the Sudanese. But U.S. authorities repeatedly turned the data away, first in February 1996; then again that August, when at my suggestion Sudan's religious ideologue, Hassan Turabi, wrote directly to Clinton; then again in April 1997, when I persuaded Bashir to invite the FBI to come to Sudan and view the data; and finally in February 1998, when Sudan's intelligence chief, Gutbi al-Mahdi, wrote directly to the FBI. Gutbi had shown me some of Sudan's data during a three-hour meeting in Khartoum in October 1996. When I returned to Washington, I told Berger and his specialist for East Africa, Susan Rice, about the data available. They said they'd get back to me. They never did. Neither did they respond when Bashir made the offer directly. I believe they never had any intention to engage Muslim countries--ally or not. Radical Islam, for the administration, was a convenient national security threat. And that was not the end of it. In July 2000--three months before the deadly attack on the destroyer Cole in Yemen--I brought the White House another plausible offer to deal with Bin Laden, by then known to be involved in the embassy bombings. A senior counter-terrorism official from one of the United States' closest Arab allies--an ally whose name I am not free to divulge--approached me with the proposal after telling me he was fed up with the antics and arrogance of U.S. counter-terrorism officials. The offer, which would have brought Bin Laden to the Arab country as the first step of an extradition process that would eventually deliver him to the U.S., required only that Clinton make a state visit there to personally request Bin Laden's extradition. But senior Clinton officials sabotaged the offer, letting it get caught up in internal politics within the ruling family--Clintonian diplomacy at its best. Clinton's failure to grasp the opportunity to unravel increasingly organized extremists, coupled with Berger's assessments of their potential to directly threaten the U.S., represents one of the most serious foreign policy failures in American history.
when will they ever stop blaming Clinton?
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 16:02:15 (EST)
My two cents are: NORTH PLATTE, Neb. (AP) - Police arrested a suspect Wednesday in the slaying of a pregnant woman whose throat was slashed and whose legs were sawed off below the knees. Vickie Soto, who was 8 1/2 months pregnant, was apparently sitting on her sofa Sunday when she was attacked with a sharp object, police said. Her baby did not survive. Police dogs found Soto's missing limbs, wrapped in plastic, in the undergrowth at a bridge along a river. Authorities were awaiting lab results that could connect the suspect to the 40-year-old woman. "He is a strong suspect," Police Chief Martin Gutschenritter said. "The pieces are starting to fall into place." The coroner said Soto apparently died from the throat wound before her legs were cut off, and did not appear to have been sexually assaulted.
Things to do in Nebraska?
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 15:59:31 (EST)
My two cents are: Closure is important. A lot of the relatives of World Trade Center victims didn't get closure because bodies were never found, just vaporized people in the nostrils. To get closure you need a body, meat on the table. Or a culprit. A lot of time we seek the death penalty so relative and hangers-on of the victim get closure. We, as a nation, need closure.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 15:37:22 (EST)
My two cents are: He deserves a fair trial and should be brought to the USA and have a dream team of lawyers. Only then can we, as a nation, find closure and stop grieving.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 15:34:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Rumsfeld says bin Laden is still in Afghanistan or he may not be in Afghanistan but if he's fleeing we will find where the fleeing man has fled. And then we will flay him. Or is it fillet him.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:55:21 (EST)
My two cents are: Is that the real skinny?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:43:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Dem bones will rise again.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:39:14 (EST)
My two cents are: "Bones" dry, so to speak?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:37:41 (EST)
My two cents are: It's a matter of perception. Others seem to think it's a dry well.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:22:11 (EST)
My two cents are: You're the bogus one, anonymous. I live for her column. Every Thursday, or is it Friday? Thank God for Horowitz, picking her up when National Review On-line canned her. I drink deeply of her wisdom at the end of each week. She's a sophisticated woman who knows her way around a lot of airports. You don't reach that status without learning a lot about the way the world works.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:09:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Forget what she looks like. What's important in a pundit is content and style. Ann's content is bogus, and her style is 1950's mid-level snot. She's no good. She's nurtered by the "counterpoint" style of television discourse. She bites it.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:07:03 (EST)
My two cents are: She looks to me like she probably colored her world history maps pretty well when she was a freshman at the local JC. Sort of a snotty, half-smart look, the look of a good hand with the colored pencils.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:04:24 (EST)
My two cents are: I got no complaint about the bones, but her picture looks pretty bad. An almost pretty woman, but the needle nose ruins the effect.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:01:45 (EST)
My two cents are: Is it anorexia or bulemia?
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 14:00:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Don't know Ann's diet but whatever she eats must slither through in quick time 'cause there's no meat on them bones.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 13:14:33 (EST)
My two cents are: I like a piece of iceberg lettuce in mine.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 12:17:26 (EST)
My two cents are: The Way of Mayo, the Mayo Way -- by Ann Coulter. In these troubled times, or "times of trouble," as I prefer to call them, we turn for solace not to junk food, but to nursery food, or as I like to call it, "food of the nursery." These foods include mostly beige or off-white sustaining substances, such as what may be called "macaroni and cheese," "mashed potatoes," and "tapioca pudding." Off-white or beige foods that take us back, way back, to safer times, when our nurse or perhaps our governess or perhaps Mommy when she hadn't a charity event to go to, used to snoogle us in, and tell us our noses were a little too beaky to be perfect, but nevermind, and that our limbs were a little too long to be perfect, but nevermind, and that our general appearance was not nice enough to be perfect, but nevermind, and eat some of this. "This" was the food of nevermind, those off-white or beige comfort foods, the food of the good, or the "good food." In times like these, we are called to eat foods like those. But of these comfort foods, there is a king, a king of comfort, or "comfort king," and that is mayo. Mayo, mayo, mayo. Mayo of the clinic, mayo of the Chinese word for no way gui lo, mayo of mayonnaise. Beyond beige, and beyond off-white, it offers pure whiteness, something that is very important to all of us who are like me. This is the king of comfort, and its queen, for we must all have queens, is the Wonder Bread mayonnaise sandwich. Two pure white soft slabs of bread, cemented by a thick or thin lashing of whitest mayo. This is how America will stand strong and recover. Eating its white foods, its pure foods, and by "standing strong." Bringing America's greatness within, while still reserving our constitutional freedom to vomit. If we need to.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 09:44:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Cherished personal atomic?
doubt it
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 09:43:05 (EST)
My two cents are: I hope Ann speaks about another unfairly confiscated weapon, perhaps a cherished personal atomic.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 09:13:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Glad to see Klayman going after more Liberals. You just can't chop 'em down fast enough.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 08:41:42 (EST)
My two cents are: You gotta get behind the mule in the morning and plow.
Anonymous.
- Wednesday, December 05, 2001 at 03:07:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Only one more day to kill before Coulter's next column. I hope it's about air travel.
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- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 23:57:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Don't go down to Fannin Street. You'll be lost and never found. You can never turn around. Don't go down to Fannin Street.
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- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 23:25:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Four or five thousand dead lawyers and people connected to lawyers and it takes Larry Klayman to zero in on the deep pocket? What is wrong with America? Are we all grieving or something?
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- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 23:24:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Is it possible lawyers who represent the victims of 9/11 will donate their fees to 9/11 charities?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 23:23:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Bid to sue bin Laden and Iraq Meanwhile, a US national today filed a lawsuit targeting Iraq as well as bin Laden, al-Qaeda and the Taliban for the murder of his wife, killed at the World Trade Centre on September 11. The suit describes a conspiracy between Saddam Hussein's Iraqi government and al-Qaeda to implement a terrorist campaign against the United States which resulted in the wrongful death of the victim. "The evidence is overwhelming that Iraq was involved in the September 11, 2001, attack which murdered our client's wife," said Larry Klayman, general counsel of Judicial Watch, which represents the plaintiff. The lawsuit states that bin Laden and his al-Qaeda network issued a religious decree, or "fatwa", calling on Muslims to kill Americans "wherever and whenever", and that the estimated 3,500 people who died on September 11 were killed a result of that order.
Larry Fatwa
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 23:06:23 (EST)
My two cents are: Enya says Arafat's dead meat bee.
War & Peace
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 22:43:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Enya says Arafat's dead meat bee.
War & Peace
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 22:42:21 (EST)
My two cents are: ????
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- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 22:41:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Enya's "Only Time" is one that gets into the mind and keeps playing even though she has finished.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 22:28:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 18:51:24 (EST)
My two cents are: The Beatles had better be on the watch. The way I have it figured either John or Ringo is going to be the next to go.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 17:53:01 (EST)
My two cents are: ????
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- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 17:39:46 (EST)
My two cents are: That OJ is one muthafuckin great bidnez man. X and bogus smart cards on the same shelf. Only in capitalist America.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 16:38:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Not many people know Ravi Shankar just opened his third 7-11 store in Greenville SC. Rumor has it Billy Preston and James Brown score their Mad Dog 20/20 at this very store.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 16:35:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Is that the Beatle shaking Ford's hand in that pic? Looks like the cancer had a foothold even back then. Eating him up like a meat bee.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 16:18:19 (EST)
My two cents are: Wow! Then 90 cents must be 754%
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 15:45:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Yes. It went up to 45 cents, which is a 334% increase.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 15:42:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Isn't Enron up over 100% today?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 15:31:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Friend of Gerald Ford? I'd say that's a bit of an overstatement, Glint. Harrison was invited to the WH at the behest of one of Jerry's son's. It's possible Jerry really had no idea who George even was. Certainly, he had no idea who Ravi Shankar or Billy Preston were. Check out the photo. http://www.ravishankar.org/photos/photo13.jpg Caption -- Ford: "Security!"
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 15:31:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Don't call me a stooge, asshole.
Spoogy on you
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 15:30:42 (EST)
My two cents are: The big boys took it, stooge.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 15:18:40 (EST)
My two cents are: What happened to the billions they scammed from manipulating the California market? Just disappeared, huh?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 15:18:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Enron will lay of about 20,000. The big boys may have taken some profits. The little boys on pensions will suck gas.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 15:17:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Bricks, sand, and loafs.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 14:54:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Nice to see the Marines employing the customary protection.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 14:48:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Marines there have been filling cardboard boxes with bricks and sand to make improvised sandbags for their defense perimeter, according to media pool reports from the base. "I told my Marines, go through these buildings and scrounge whatever you can use," a Marine captain identified only as Patricia told a reporter. She heads the engineering detachment for the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit.
no women in the "front line areas"
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 14:40:08 (EST)
My two cents are: At least Glint's not one of them.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 14:38:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Enron lays off 4000 workers?
doubt it
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 14:38:06 (EST)
My two cents are: On the other hand, I would have liked to seen ? And The Mysterions follow up "96 Tears." One of the all time great songs.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 13:31:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Then, of course, there were the Lemon Pipers and the 13th Floor Elevator. Oh, and Sopwith Camel.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 13:20:29 (EST)
My two cents are: The thing about The Who is they were really loud. My ears rang for a few days afterward.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 13:19:17 (EST)
My two cents are: I also saw The Who and they were great that night. Played for about 2 1/2 hours. Townshend doing the windmill thing and jumping jacks. Keith Moon in a drum frenzy (or drug frenzy, or both.)
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 13:18:43 (EST)
My two cents are: Zappa had many fine bands. Saw him back when the band featured Flo and Eddie (The Turtles.)
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 13:17:05 (EST)
My two cents are: What about Uriah Heep or Balck Sabbath? Once saw Ozzie pinch a loaf on stage in South Carolina. Great blotter until that point.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 13:15:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Jane who?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:56:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Like, what were the Doors or Three Dog Night but the Velvet Underground and Blue Cheer with an L.A. patina? Talk about your pretentious although passibly coordinated rock bands. Me for the Velvet Underground's odes to skag zonk
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- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:56:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Yeah, but Jane was sure sweet.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:53:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Prescription for a Bad Trip.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:49:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Come on, all of that music was great! At the time. On acid.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:46:33 (EST)
My two cents are: The bad thing about the Velvet Underground was not so much that nobody could play on the beat, or that nobody could carry a tune or play music, but that the songs sucked. The lyrics especially stunk.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:36:38 (EST)
My two cents are: The Velvet Underground? Yeah, it was almost twice as bad as Blue Cheer, but in a different way. At least one of the guys on Blue Cheer could sometimes stay with the time. Maybe it was even the drummer. But who could hear the drummer?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:34:15 (EST)
My two cents are: Lou Reed? Wasn't he the guy who fronted the world's worst rock and roll band, ever?
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:31:49 (EST)
My two cents are: I thought Lou Reed became the constipated duck. Something about dependency and all.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:12:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Beck was indeed with the Yardbirds. Replaced Clapton thereon. It was the Yardbirds in "Blow Up." Townshend said Antonioni didn't have the balls to use the Who. Too dangerous.
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- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:03:48 (EST)
My two cents are: There are a great number of duck stories. It will take time to choose the applicable one, now that the moment is passed.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 12:01:01 (EST)
My two cents are: I thought Jeff Beck was with the Yardbirds at one time. Purveyor of such memorable hits as "Constipated Duck." Which reminds me, whatever happned to that duck story you promised? Think we're not good enough for it?
Glint
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 11:16:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Don't think I ever heard Jeff Beck, except I think he was the guy in "Blow Up" doing the Townshend imitation, breaking up the guitar. Clapton was a great Albert King copyist, no doubt about it. One of the best if not the best. Too bad he had that English music-hall tuba in his head. Townshend was just a chord whacker, but he was a great talker. That was odd since he was an acolyte of that guy Baba something who didn't speak for forty years. I remember back in about '69 when the man was finally going to speak (Meher Baba?) and everyone bought their tickets to India to go hear he first utterance, including Townshend, and the man up and croaked a week before the big event. They all said, well, it was the will of Shiva, and had a funeral instead of a listen, but it really knocked the wind out of the Meher Baba movement. Townshend is still a great talker, but somehow he has the eternal egg on his face.
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 11:00:56 (EST)
My two cents are: New one on me. What is "the counterpoint?"
House of Meat
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 10:53:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Kenneth Starr is on Fox News now explaining how military tribunals work. The interesting think is that Johnathan Turley is providing the counterpoint. You may recall Turley was an expert witness during the impeachment hearings. He presented the case that the bar of high crimes and misdemeaners had been achieved.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 10:30:58 (EST)
My two cents are: The only Beatle I've seen in person in concert was Ringo about 20 years ago. I've been gypped somehow.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 09:50:30 (EST)
My two cents are: "I doubt that he will return: even gluttony for punishment and humiliation must eventually be sated" (at 18:34:56). Acceptance is one of the final stages of grief. Your may recover yet.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 09:48:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Make that "wandered over." (Too many hall monitor English majors here.)
Glint
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 09:30:13 (EST)
My two cents are: So after the interview I wondered over to the Air & Space museum to see if they had any new exhibits. Found a collection of rocket engines on display. Some big and some some small. There was a full sized engine from a Titan booster and a Lunar Module ascent engine among others. There were also 3 original rockets by Robert Godard dating from the 1926-8 period. Stopped by the gift shop and bought a rather heavy tin Lunar Module Christmas tree ornament. It's smaller than the one I used to put on the tree when I was a kid. Had one of those 1/48 scale models that I used to irritate my parents by replacing the star on top with the lunar module. Just jammed the top of the tree up the descent engine chute with the legs spread out and there you have it. So now, even if I am not programming proms to stick on circuit boards on their way to Pluto I can still reminisce about my mis-spent youth.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 09:29:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Took the subway down to anthrax central yesterday to check out a possible contract. Given that it is a 45 minute drive to the nearest metro station and then another 45 minute ride, including changing trains at metro central, I left home 2 1/2 hours before the interview allowing a full hour for parking and locating the site. Because they are building a new parking garage one of the two metro lots is full. Ended up parking about 3/4 of a mile away at a McDonalds on Rockville Pike. Rang the doorbell at the client's offices 5 minutes with 5 minutes to spare. The client is across the street from FAA HQ. Has anthrax been discovered there? There was a temporary fence around the building and I noticed several broken windows. Other windows had these balloons hanging out that looked like king-sized condoms through which air was being forced; each was making a raspberry sound. Spent about 75 minutes with the client, a small firm with just 5 employees. The best part about taking that particular job is that it is located one block from the Smithsonian Air & Space museum.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 09:28:02 (EST)
My two cents are: George Harrison, the conservative eastern mystic one. Friend of Gerald Ford.
Glint
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 09:15:14 (EST)
My two cents are: No, a lot of people liked Harrison best. The same ones who admired Jeff Beck, Clapton and Townsend.
Anonymous.
- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 03:16:29 (EST)
My two cents are: So, the frog is, like, Israel, and the scorpion is Yasir Arafat? I always figured him more for a catfish than a scorpion. Do catfish have stingers? Also, why would a catfish need to ride across the river Jordan on the back of a frog? What is he supposed to do when he gets to the other side, flop up on the hot sand next to a plate of hush puppies? This Middle East politics is just too complicated. I think I'll stick with socialsitism in the USA, and maybe military strategy. Clauswitz, there's my man. And Lao Tse. No more frogs and scorpions and catfish. What is Osama bin Laden, a goddamn stork?
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- Tuesday, December 04, 2001 at 01:53:01 (EST)
My two cents are: A frog and a scorpion were on one side of the Jordan River. "Take me over to the other side of the Jordan!" pleaded the scorpion to the frog. The frog shook his head no. "If I do, you'll might sting me, and I'd drown!" "Don't be ridiculous!" pointed out the scorpion. "If I stung you, then we would both drown!" The frog thought, and thought, and the scorpion pleaded some more. At length, the frog agreed. The scorpion hopped on the frog's back, and off they set. About half-way on the trip over the Jordan River, the scorpion began stinging the frog, again and again, viciously. As the poison began coursing through the frog's body, and death began to set in, the frog managed to whisper, "Why? Why are you doing this, stinging me? Now we will BOTH drown!!" The scorpion replied, "Yes, but this is the Middle East!"
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:56:31 (EST)
My two cents are: Not only a scientologist, but gay. Don't know which way Penny swings. Good publicity for her, though.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:43:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Herman "Babe" Ruth? Were there other Hermans.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:42:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Penelope Cruz was great in "Jamon, Jamon." Good movie. The guy kills the other guy by whacking him with a ham. What's she doing hanging out with a goof-ball like Tom Cruise? The guy is a fucking Scientologist.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:41:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Maybe it was Garagiola.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:40:17 (EST)
My two cents are: He was probably a good guy to have on your side in one of those famous baseball "rhubarbs." Herman, I mean.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:40:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Now that I know meat bees are yellow jackets, they're better placed in the universe, from my perspective. "Meat bees" seemed more like killer bees--and their--dare I say--ilk, whereas yellow jackets are nasty pests who swarm, bite, and give chase on a regular basis. But not as bad as ABBA.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:38:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Isn't Joe Garagiola the guy who grew up in the same neighborhood with Yogi Berra, and got called to play for the Cards when nobody would have Berra, who always wanted to play for the cards because he was a St. Louis kid? Didn't he get to coach the Cardinals one year? After the Yankees cut the cord?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:38:11 (EST)
My two cents are: Yep.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:34:45 (EST)
My two cents are: Or maybe those chicks who sang "Kids Got the Beat." Sounded like a chick band. Add two guys with improbably tiny bongo drums and he was like, maybe, ABBA.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:34:14 (EST)
My two cents are: OK, strike Milli Vanilli and replace with those chicks who sang "I'm your Venus, I'm Your Fire." Bananarama?
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:32:43 (EST)
My two cents are: His "music" sounded like a cloud of hungry meat bees heading for the tuna sandwiches. It was just that complex. Every note in the right place, just like a meat bee in the slavering swarm. And it could sting and bite you.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:31:44 (EST)
My two cents are: Milli Vanilli? NOT.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:29:06 (EST)
My two cents are: No shit. Wogs are so wierd.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:28:14 (EST)
My two cents are: For the younger kids, we can say he was the Milli Vanilli of India.
,
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:27:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Ravi played with his knees crossed, sitting on a rug, and his foot flopped around in front of him like a dying fish, in "time" with the "music." I saw him in concert twice, and both times he got an ovation for tuning up.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:26:20 (EST)
My two cents are: And that guy with the goofy little bongo drums. What was up with that?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:24:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Guy Lombardo? Double Gah.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:24:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Or, to bring it closer to home, he was the Gary Lewis and the Playboys of India, or maybe the Herman's Hermits, although he never had a hit like "I'm Henry the Eighth I am."
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:23:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Joe Garagiolo? Gah.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:23:20 (EST)
My two cents are: Ravi Shankar was the Guy Lombardo of India.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:22:34 (EST)
My two cents are: When the Beach Boys went to stay with the Maharishi, and finally John and Paul went on Johnny Carson to un-endorse him, but Johnny was off that night and the host was an exceptionally boring ex-baseball catcher named something like Joe Gargles, I knew that the East no longer had a stranglehold on English and American top 40 music.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:21:03 (EST)
My two cents are: Scattering his ashes on Ganga Ma. Namaskar, Georgie.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:20:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Pants on fire. Economy of posting. Yep, there's a lilt to that.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:18:27 (EST)
My two cents are: He did go a bit overboard, though, with that India shit.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:17:34 (EST)
My two cents are: George Harrison was my favorite Beatle. Not many can say that.
House of Meat
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:16:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Who's waiting? The sterling fellow is already back, but ashamed to sign his false name. He's also developed a new economy of posting, having discovered that he doesn't need to repeat the same scowling nasty forty or fifty times to appear just as useless and stupid. Nothing good is going to happen here until Thursday, when the new Coulter column comes out. Everything until then is just waiting for the meat bees.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:15:06 (EST)
My two cents are: Pete (sic) cannot surface, anonymously or otherwise. For, you see, he has left. Declared it to be so, the truth, recorded in the pickle jar. If he were (subjunctive) to return in any form, he would make himself a LIAR. That above all, Pete (sic) cannot allow himself to be. (bee?) Can he? On the other hand, perhaps he MUST surface in some form, because then he would show himself to be, (bee) after all, a liar. Is he not?
to bee or not to bee--tough choice
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:10:02 (EST)
My two cents are: That's not why we're waiting.
Godot or Bust
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 23:02:30 (EST)
My two cents are: I don't know, we must be masochists.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 22:58:02 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, if we are all off the hook, then why are we all still here waiting to see if Pete surfaces again?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 22:25:27 (EST)
My two cents are: Meat bees got my dawg. Got him bad.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 21:39:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Often called "meat bees" because foraging workers often become serious pests as they search for food - usually food that is eaten or discarded by people. They are attracted to protein (meat) and sugar (soda) sources, so are found around trash. Meat bees are 5/8 to 1 inch long and are black and yellow. They have a painful sting and bite.
Y. Jacket
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 20:16:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Can we go back to meat bees?
13 of 22
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 20:00:03 (EST)
My two cents are: I don't know. Pete sees himself as a tortured artiste. Craving abuse is his only discernable "art." Overlay this with some phony Catholic guilt he read about and decided had to be his and you've got a guy who is never sated. Sad really.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 19:54:41 (EST)
My two cents are: This site owes its current existence to the fact that every time the last honest 22 tried to leave, Pete would come on smirking and gloating about how he was King of the Hill. He was crying out to have salt rubbed in his wounds. Now that he is thoroughly beaten and promises to never come back, we are all off the hook and can get back to our normal lives. I doubt that he will return: even gluttony for punishment and humiliation must eventually be sated.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 18:34:56 (EST)
My two cents are: It might be chicken, but I suspect it might be pigeon too.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 18:29:24 (EST)
My two cents are: Is that like Quail or Arkansas chicken? They say only one is finger lickin good. My radar says its chicken, not quail. Anyone else?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 18:13:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Did you ever drive by a dairy farm, with a long milking shed next to a muddy field, and smelled something rank in the air that a sixth sense told you was cow flop?
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 17:21:07 (EST)
My two cents are: Did you ever walk barefoot out your front door, before sunrise, on a rainy morning? Ever step on something slimy and squishy? Somehow, a sixth sense tells you it's a snail.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 16:48:15 (EST)
My two cents are: You know how when you're hunting quail sometimes you know they're there, but you don't know why you know? A kind of sixth sense or maybe the other senses operating on a subconscious level. It makes you feel in the zone and ready to kill when they flush? I have a similar feeling or quasi-perception that Pete is somewhere around here, cowering under the brushy cover, like a quail.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 16:35:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Okay, he's not here. I can live with that. In fact, knowing he's not too cowardly to sign his trademarked handle, he DEFINITELY isn't here. Good.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 16:05:58 (EST)
My two cents are: How do you know he's here? I don't see it.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 15:44:50 (EST)
My two cents are: Sure it's still all about Pete. He looms over this site like a sort of crumbling but suave and debonair version of the Easter Island stone heads. To have him posting to this page anonymously after claiming he was gone forever is painful to those of us who feel no particularly focused disgust for him.
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- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 15:42:00 (EST)
My two cents are: Oh, this is still all about Pete? I'll pass...
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 14:48:23 (EST)
My two cents are: What typos? you mean "bcakground?" That seems more dyslexic than typistic. Nobody around here with dyslexic or backward brain process.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 14:43:41 (EST)
My two cents are: he who thinks he's successfully hiding behind a magic coat of invisibility but isn't.
emperor's new clothes
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 14:15:22 (EST)
My two cents are: Who?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 14:09:04 (EST)
My two cents are: I think we're all aware of that. It's not just the typos, but the tone and the tell-tale, "cum." He's a master of bad disguise.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 13:58:38 (EST)
My two cents are: In Haifa?
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 13:51:18 (EST)
My two cents are: message for special ops: typos reveal smutgolem surfacing at 13.12.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 13:37:03 (EST)
My two cents are: and i should know. been marketing fleas for 20 years now.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 13:29:16 (EST)
My two cents are: so the old dog is movin on up. pseudo double wide with faux cathedralette ceilings, lava lamps, black lights, innagoddavida blaring in the bcakground. he's a flea marketeer's dream cum true.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 13:12:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Not greasy cheeseburgers on the bus.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 07:55:21 (EST)
My two cents are: Rude dude
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 01:35:37 (EST)
My two cents are: No, just cheesy bugerers.
Anonymous.
- Monday, December 03, 2001 at 00:29:28 (EST)
My two cents are: What's the matter, don't you like cheeseburgers?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 23:29:22 (EST)
My two cents are: No, this rude. Dude stinks.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 23:10:02 (EST)
My two cents are: Yep.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 22:52:13 (EST)
My two cents are: OK, about this rude, then.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 22:51:44 (EST)
My two cents are: Nah. Ruder than that.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 22:50:46 (EST)
My two cents are: How rude? About this rude.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 22:47:51 (EST)
My two cents are: How rude, 22:27
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 22:43:49 (EST)
My two cents are: Is 22:27 wussy?
loyal americans need to know
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 22:35:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Uh-oh. 22:27 is living in fear.
don't send 22:27 to the front lines
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 22:35:05 (EST)
My two cents are: don't bother.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 22:27:08 (EST)
My two cents are: "Later gang, may be back around xmas."
back around where, potomac?
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 21:25:46 (EST)
My two cents are: Maryland scientists have won NASA's approval to push ahead with their bid to send a spacecraft to Pluto before the farthest planet from the sun grows too dark and too cold to yield its secrets. The $488 million "New Horizons" project would be mankind's first exploration of Pluto, and the biggest space science mission ever built and managed by the Johns Hopkins University Applied Physics Lab in Laurel.
attention: maryland job hunters
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 21:21:54 (EST)
My two cents are: I see that there will be a Patriotic Pro-Democracy rally and march in Costa Mesa in commemoration of the day "Nino" Scalia usurped his legal authority and stopped the counting of the erroneous votes in the 2000 Presidential election on Sunday, December 9. Thinking about going myself if it wasn't so damn far. Hell of a lot closer than the vigil in front of the Federal Building in Oakland though. The candle light vigil and march from the Federal Building to the Ronald Reagan Federal Courthouse in Santa Ana is a hair closer, so maybe that's where I'll be heading then.
Tom
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 21:16:55 (EST)
My two cents are: "Listen to me, O coastlands, and hearken, you peoples from afar. Every valley shall be lifted up, and every mountain and hill be made low; the uneven ground shall become level, and the rough places a plain. The coastlands have seen and are afraid, the ends of the earth tremble; they have drawn near and come." Isiah 49:1a,40:4, & 41:5
Hearken ye mountain peoples, yea even those that dwell on the coastlines: the plains of Nebraska shall rule!
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 20:59:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Two of a kind.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 20:43:28 (EST)
My two cents are: Female reindeer?
doubt it
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 20:40:31 (EST)
My two cents are: Instead of flags my sister said she's decorating with card board cutouts of the Bushies. He will have his foot on a Florida ballot box while the Supreme Court Justices sing Today We Have Crowned Him King. Sweet Laura will have the same glazed look Nancy loaned her.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 20:31:13 (EST)
My two cents are: Later gang, may be back around xmas.
Borg 2 of 22
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 19:55:36 (EST)
My two cents are: We're decorating in early headshop with astral and pagan highlights and accents. That means you get to forgo the lava lamp and hang the batiques
Hagbard Celine
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 19:12:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Painting of the runes complete. really need 26 balls. It's Ms. y you feeb.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 19:10:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Oh yeah, asian chick. She graduated last year. Left in June. At USF now working on her M.A. just got a christmas card from her.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 19:08:49 (EST)
My two cents are: True. We should have know.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 18:52:59 (EST)
My two cents are: Santa, the short round one.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 18:13:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Santa?
doubt it
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 18:09:09 (EST)
My two cents are: According to Alaska Dept of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer of each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter usually November to mid December. Female reindeer retain their antlers until after they give birth in the Spring. Therefore according to every historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, every single one from Rudolph to Blitzen had to be a girl. We should have know. Only women would be ale to drag a fat-ass man in a velvet suit all around the world and not get lost.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 18:06:45 (EST)
My two cents are: Hoooo-eeyy! You conslurvatives must have been watching Comedy Central and Mad TV lately! You're getting some zingers in, that's fer sher! Everyone of 'em worth posting.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 17:08:47 (EST)
My two cents are: Real knee-slapper at 16.37.
rapier wit
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 16:45:50 (EST)
My two cents are: This must be the weekend that asian chick goes slumming. Yellowdog has time on his hands to post here since her and Mrs. Dog have locked the door to the bedroom again.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 16:37:39 (EST)
My two cents are: After the game, CU senior Ian Aaker summed it up nicely. "We messed with Texas," Aaker said. "And it feels good."
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 16:24:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like Ydog traded in his trailer for a bigger. In a fancy trailer park with a covenant that covers exterior decoractive lighting. Yes, the Mrs. still comes home smelling like meat loaf. Only now she's the manager of the operation. Sits in the office counting the money and sorting the commemorative quarters in to piles according to state and mint. They don't wear hair nets either and it bothers me. I've spoken to her about it from time to time and she just laughs it off. Think of the well being of the children I say. They're not my children, she replies.
Glint
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 16:20:03 (EST)
My two cents are: "There has been frequent need for the bug book, so I'll have to start carrying it with me, I suppose." House of Meat (December 02, 2001 at 12:38:28)
never know when you might need it to squish a scary bug
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 16:08:46 (EST)
My two cents are: http://google.yahoo.com/bin/query?p=meat+bees&w=dir&fr=op&o=p&h&g=0&n=20&hc=0&hs=0
fyi
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 16:06:41 (EST)
My two cents are: cannibals

- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 16:00:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Principles of communication. The TV football communicators are very carefully bowdlerizing the New York skyline, every shot the same, of the Empire State Building only, still shot, no panning.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 15:20:25 (EST)
My two cents are: In keeping with the theme I could play God Bless America instead of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen on the tape player.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 15:19:02 (EST)
My two cents are: I got some small flags as a give-away at a ball game back in September. Gave them to my kids who promptly frayed the flags on purpose by pulling on the ends until the end threads loosened. A frayed flag is what you want. More in keeping with the situation if you use the flag the NY firefighters hoisted in the rubble as a guide. Let's have no more talk of "flag etiquette." Everything is different now. My brothers and sisters, let's roll.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 15:14:18 (EST)
My two cents are: My manzanita xmas tree which I thought was a work of art was not appreciated by family members. So I'll be in style and stick to the bushy one. Instead of customary ornaments maybe I should decorate it with miniature flags, a big one at the top instead of the star. I could even place a fan nearby in order to capture the waving effect. Somewhat like the car antenna flags. If fan is powerful enough might even capture the frayed effect.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 14:29:32 (EST)
My two cents are: I have two doors and a tree. I have a hammer and used to have a wall. Gotta go now. Gettin' my snails painted down at Beaner Nail Talk and then pinch a loaf of rye bread at the Dollar Store 'cause I gave my last $2.69 to a bearded whithered drunk selling used shingles in front of the Food Maxx.
Hose of Meat
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 14:27:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Exactly, with the small, cold giraffe. Of course, general morphology counts too-- for instance, notice that a giraffe is not very round. Those long spindly legs, and of course the long neck, increase the surface-to-volume ratio. Same principle applies in people: an Eskimo is short and round, minimizing surface area, while a Zulu is tall and skinny, maximizing it, in relation to volume.
House of Meat
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 14:25:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Looking forward to seeing you over at the Olney Ale House on Christmas Eve.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 14:15:20 (EST)
My two cents are: So, It ain't over yet. don't be premature with your champagne swigging.....John� J - Thursday, October 19, 2000 at 19:38:57 (EDT)

- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 14:07:19 (EST)
My two cents are: well, just swilling down some baileys in the coffee. switch to stout and cheese and crakers for the pm. ate a beef rib for breakfast. Getting ready to paint runes on the christmas balls. Probably check back in a time or two later before bailing again. may stop in around christmas and new years. peace yall.
Borg 11 of 22
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 14:03:19 (EST)
My two cents are: And, how is the graceful Chien Juan? Chine sticks holding out ok?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 13:47:44 (EST)
My two cents are: so a miniature giraffe would be colder than a big one?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 13:45:45 (EST)
My two cents are: bugs do nat have tarsi.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 13:40:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey Glint, is gross edna still working in the cafeteria? Ms ydog is working for the school district food service as well. She dosen't make ketchup though, she's sort of a secretary bookeeper. Once in awhile she subs on the line. no hairnet though.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 13:39:43 (EST)
My two cents are: we started putting up christmas lites outside yesterday. one of our annual fights. Her trying to string them all neat and me just wanting to get done. So in true passive aggressive demeanor, i decide each time I loop the wire on one of the little hooks, that i have to use a clove hitch which elicits a "why are you wrapping it backwards you idiot" among other things. Probably the thing she said that hurt most was "you know, we live in the kind of neighborhood now where your christmas lights matter".
Borg 2 of 22
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 13:37:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Before you judge a bug, you should walk a mile in his tarsal claws.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 13:23:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Excuse me, I fucked up. The order of wasps and bees would be the hymenoptera, I think, immediately distinguishable by their narrow waists. Damn it, I think the ants, or formicidae might be in there too, and if they're in so are the termites, which have waists like Rosie O'Donnel, whoever she is, so now I'm totally confused. That's why I need the bug book. But the info on holometabolism is still good, as is the identification of the hemiptera as the true bugs. Sorry for the bum leads. Bees, wasps, ants, and termites were my downfall as an entomologist, and my expertise in that area is more folkloric than it is scientific. Basic principles still apply, however. What does it matter if we don't know the names of the parts of speech, if we grasp the principles of communication?
House of Meat
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 13:22:03 (EST)
My two cents are: The problem for the giraffe growing too big is simlest understood by considering that the volume of a sphere increased as a cubic funtion of its radius, while the surface area increases as the square. Although a giraffe is not a sphere, the same relationship will hold in a giraffe-shaped solid, so as the animal gets bulkier its skin becomes smaller in relationship to its meat, guts, and control systems, which are all burning fuel and heating up. So it's harder to cool the critter down. With a bug it's a bit more complicated, particularly if the bug is holometabolous like the hemiptera, or order of wasps and bees. Holometabolism means that the creature has a larval stage during which it can grow without shedding a chitonous husk and growing a new one, as is the case with the hemimetabolous insects such as the hemipterans, or true bugs, and the odonates, or dragon-flies and damsel-flies. A Holometabolous insect such as the meat bee grows to its adult bulk as a larva (the grub or caterpillar stage), then it pupates (the cocoon stage), and emerges as an adult that can grow no further (the "look, I'm a butterfly!" stage). Now, consider a grub or cocoon as big as a Mack truck, and certain problems come to mind, which I won't detail here. Suffice it to say that if you think an overly-lanky giraffe has a hard life, try walking in an insect's tarsal claws some time.
House of Meat
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 13:16:12 (EST)
My two cents are: A lot of tenses in Romance languages require auxiliary verbs. The test is not whether the tense is compos�, but what it means. A future tense of some kind is a big part of consciousness, obviously, so it must be hard-wired in the DNA, and how it is uttered doesn't matter. I heard some Frogs once talking about learning Dioula, and they were astonished that it had various complex tenses. They think their Froglitude is beautiful because their language makes it so, but in reality it's beautiful just because they think it is, and they think their language is more capable of handling deep though than others because it's the one they know best.
House of Meat
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 12:50:07 (EST)
My two cents are: The chip pile may have just been a place where some guy like to sit and chip rock. Maybe there was a babe lived in one of the wigwams nearby, and he could see in through a wide space in the wattle. Or maybe a kid spent three months before the Lizard Feast trying to make a catcus-parer for him mom, sneaking off alone so she would be surprised, and it took him a long time and a lot of flitches to get it right.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 12:44:06 (EST)
My two cents are: I think those desert meat bees are actually another kind of bug that I used to know the name of but don't even have the bug book to look up here, a bug, possibly a fly variation, with a violent common name. These things are killing machines, big muthas that fly fast and nail other bugs on the ground. When I was scoping bugs in entomology lab once one of the butterfly-collectors told me about how he'd seen one nail a beetle in Arizona, said it was brutal. There has been frequent need for the bug book, so I'll have to start carrying it with me, I suppose.
House of Meat
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 12:38:28 (EST)
My two cents are: These doors have a steel fitting on the edge secondary one that receives the man one, and there are these sliding rods to secure the secondary if you want to. There is no mullion or center post, and it wouldn't really be a French door if there were (subjunctive), although I realize that the door trust is marketing mullioned double doors and calling them French. Thing about the one I'm doing here is it's pre-hung, in the jambs, and it's got the lockset and other hardware all in and adjusted. The other two pairs are just loose doors. I'll be using only one set as double doors, up in the suvivalist retreat, and will maybe hang one of the others as a single, and use the leftover as a skylight or window or maybe a greenhouse door if I feel like building a greenhouse. Or maybe I'll hang it where the door from the garage to the side strip is. Doors are definitely tough, and it's something you want to stay totally sober for, but it's doable. I think I may even buy one of those router jigs for cutting the hinge rabbet. I figure to block out two slow days to hang the double at the mountain house, maybe go sailing in the afternoons. For "treatement" in the ones here I'm thinking wood blinds-- I already have one three-footer that I got at St. Vincent dePaul for $4.99, a Levelor, four or five hundred dollars list price. I may hit some thrift shops today and look for another one. When I got the wood one I also got a Levelor aluminum one that will do for stopgap, although you can understand that I want to keep the value of the house up and can't be having mismatched blinds. I like slat blinds because they don't hog a lot of wall space the way your much cheaper curtains do, and those vertical blinds, which are even cheaper sometimes, suck shit. Before I'd use newspapers I'd try this adinkra cloth I picked up in Kumasi a long time ago.
House of Meat
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 12:31:58 (EST)
My two cents are: So in the desert, the meat-bees just grow and grow. Of course they are probably limited by whatever that biological principle is called that says a short-necked giraffe three stories high would overheat.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 11:45:39 (EST)
My two cents are: Meat-bees get pretty big in the desert. 3 or 4 inches sometimes. The big stripey ones that hover and zing from place to place. When I was a child, I had nightmates about the meat-bees hunting me down. See, there are no birds in the desert, just like there's no real future tense in english. Sure, there may be a buzzard or two, nothing that would eat a meat-bee though, and certainly not some bastardized tense of "to be" tacked on in front of every verb because we're sitting backward in a '62 renault. Hand me a crueller.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 11:41:16 (EST)
My two cents are: Ooh, that's gooood. Con-SLUR-vative. Yessss!
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 11:38:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Nobody said it, Anonymous. Just another conslurvative lie. Sad, really.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 11:10:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Somebody, someone of "great mass," predicted we'd lose some war in the Kyber (sic) Pass? Who is this fat bastard? I'll kill the traitor. Never saw the prediction. Maybe it never happened.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 11:08:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Khyber Pass. Khyber.
look it up on the map, then copy carefully
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 10:58:05 (EST)
My two cents are: was working an archaeology project in New Mexico once. about 50 yards from a habitation site and eroding out of the side of an arroyo, I came across a pile, sort of a pocket, of about 2000 little flint flakes. not an arrowhead or a tool in the whole batch. why did someone collect all these little flakes and bury them I wondered. Barefoot, I thought and heard a voice saying "and you pick up all these damn little flakes from around the hearth, I'm sick and tired of roblem presents a greater barrier. As a whole brick, you see, the brick has within it the immanence of two halves. This is sort of an apriori concept except for the fact that it exists presently within the brick. Once you've created the bastardly third of a brick, this immanence is gone, it somehow escapes into entropy leaving behind the useless and crumbly pieces of the red brazos mud.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 10:01:58 (EST)
My two cents are: The neat thing about cutting a brick in half is that you get two halves. Which can be more than you need sometimes seeing as you want a half but get two as a result of the process. This is something that dosen't happen with the satanic and unnatural third of a brick. With the tird, you are of course left with awkward two thirds remainder, not quite a full brick, but to large and unseemly to masquerade as a half.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 09:45:28 (EST)
My two cents are: I was a brick laborer for awhile. worked on a few residential sites out in potomac. The bricklayers were all these older black guys that drove out from dc. When it rained, they would still show up to get sent home. usually this was about 6 am and they were already passing the popov vodka around the backseat a a battered 72 electra.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 09:40:51 (EST)
My two cents are: much harder to cut thirds, but then you should be able to adjust the course by squeezing or stretching the joints a little to cover the one sixth difference between a half and a third. Needing a third of a brick is something that just shouldn't happen.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 09:33:16 (EST)
My two cents are: had a brick chisel once. I think it's out in the garage next to the vx6 instant battery restorer or maybe next to the miracle broom. Whenever i cut brick, i used the brick hammer to chip a bead across one face and then whacked it from the other side holding it in my hand. got to about a 40% success rate. worse with the chisel, maybe 20.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 09:28:41 (EST)
My two cents are: may need to start calling that place "the chateau". Do the doors have a centerpost or the little slidy deadbolt things top and bottom? Overall, I hate doors, have tried to hang a few, usually end up angrily trying to slash a quarter inch off someplace with the buck 110.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 09:24:52 (EST)
My two cents are: how'd the frog doors go? what kind of window treatment are you planning, newspaper or tinfoil?
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 09:21:48 (EST)
My two cents are: feedback from someone who's mastered the 4 finger g is usually pretty good
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 09:20:32 (EST)
My two cents are: good comments , things to think about, thanks.
Borg 7 of 22
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 07:58:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Oooog. I see that the shithead is creeping back down there. Trademark lack of grace. No silver lining without a cloud.
House of Meat
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 05:11:50 (EST)
My two cents are: If Alpha Quadrant and Delta Quadrant cultures were to clash, what would be the most interesting conflict to witness? Klingons vs. Hirogen - 62.83% (1557) Nausicaans vs. Kradin - 1.65% (41) Ferengi vs. Talaxians - 10.29% (255) Kazon vs. Cardassians - 15.17% (376) Voth vs. Gorn - 2.66% (66) Vidiians vs. Suliban - 3.79% (94) Scalosians vs. Gotana-Retz' time-displaced people - 2.58% (64) Hanonians vs. Tyree's hill people - 0.93% (23)
I'm not surprised
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 01:26:11 (EST)
My two cents are: I think it was Colonel Ydog, with the limp pipe, in the cellar.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 01:08:06 (EST)
My two cents are: I think it will be Tennessee against Miami in Pasadena.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 01:05:29 (EST)
My two cents are: There was once a fat man of great mass Through whose orifice passed clouds of gas Such as, "Snippy beat Gore By a vote 5 to 4" And "We'll lose war in the Kyber Pass."
on second thought
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 01:02:45 (EST)
My two cents are: There was once a fat man of great mass Through whose orifice passed clouds of gas Such as, "Snippy big Gore by a vote 5 to 4" And "We'll get beat in the Kyber Pass."
dedicated to all liberal scum losers
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 00:57:42 (EST)
My two cents are: Fantastic game, and Colorado wins the Big 12 championship on behalf of the northern division. I hadn't realized it until tonight's game, but even after last week's stunning defeat, the Cornhuskers are still ranked #4 in the BCS (down from #1) and Colorado is at #7 (up from #14 or thereabouts). Colorado has had two defeats, one of which they avenged tonight against Texas. It will be an interesting bowl matchup. The #2 and #3 teams were both defeated today. So does Nebraska go up to #2 and face the #1 team in the Rose Bowl? <> It's interesting that of the four Big 12 fans and residents here I seem to be the only one left in the clear. Matthew Kramer of Waco (Baylor) is gone, as is Ydog of Austin (Texas U.). Pete's of the Colorado Buffs is absent leaving only the Cornhusker fan standing. The Cornhuskers own this site!
Glint
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 00:40:52 (EST)
My two cents are: I understand Colorado has just beaten Texas to win the Big 12 Champs.
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 00:38:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Sounds like the coals aren't hot enough to sear the meat..
Anonymous.
- Sunday, December 02, 2001 at 00:35:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Or burka, or burqa, or b'urq'a, as the case may be.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 22:49:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Thanks. Join the picnic. It's raining but who cares. I'll sell you a used burg'a.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 22:40:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Go gaskets?! Go SF!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 22:30:49 (EST)
My two cents are: No way. Mere symbolism, always useless, now stll more so. Let's contact joe campbell, he know what he's symbolizing about. furthermore he can set forth about grief, and objects of same, and time of of and yikes uh, epiphanies. .
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 22:28:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Oh god. The pineapple,giving up
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 22:21:30 (EST)
My two cents are: Realy sad. This Xmas season. Considering the Bush Junior recession/depression that began last March (it's now official, even for pubbies) um like waaaay before September 11 [whcih eans that idiot scrrrewed up his first six wees,, where all that other. damage was done (c'est domage) or um whatever. oh who cares.. It's past time for the anti-idiot movement to manifest strongly . . . . . yee. . . haw. . .
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 22:19:52 (EST)
My two cents are: Wow. Excellent.
But, sad, really <well ---kinda?>
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 22:12:28 (EST)
My two cents are: There once was a Bush Number Two Like the first all of us he would screw. First missile defense, then raising of rents, followed all of his hulabaloo. For the man was quite simple; no heart and no mind In the true heat of battle one best left behind A slack jawed rich fratboy with none of the nerve To swing at a pitch he knew was a curve So dad bought a playfield, a stadium grand And painted the moron the son of the land But the frat-kid knew better, being stupid and dumb That he was no smarter than his dad or his mom. Who had squandered the office they once held so dear To worship a Ken Star on Chrismas each year
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 22:01:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Clinton's victory was fair and square/The last such election/Poppy and Dole stripped bare/Caused the trogs great dejection/All they could do is scorn and stare/At Clinton's great erection.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 20:40:05 (EST)
My two cents are: There once were disciples of Limbaugh, who sputtered and sneered, arms akimbo; vile sputum they spewed through their minds' self-delude and their ache for the President's bimbaugh.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 19:19:36 (EST)
My two cents are: The shadow on the wall danced with glee, pathetic man is gone, shadow now free.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 19:10:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Into the Valley of Death strode the thirteen house managers. Sneering to the left of them, mild incredulousness to the right of them, bullshit piled high in front of them. Out, out of the Valley of Death strode the thirteen house managers.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 18:32:17 (EST)
My two cents are: He sneakied into your house and he sneakied into mine, he wagged his stinky finger and he fed us all a line, but the pumpkin-shooter caught him, and the man whose itchy skin, had saved him from the body bags, hooked and reeled him in, they asked him many questions about who he had fucked, and couldn't understand why their approval ratings sucked, for they never figured out that no one thinks it's wrong, to let the weasel loose when an intern flaunts her thong
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 18:27:18 (EST)
My two cents are: talk about obsessed.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 18:24:26 (EST)
My two cents are: There once were two fgate demeaners, obsessed with the president's wiener; Bill's dick made their day, in an ultimate way, and both thought that nothing was keener.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 18:17:04 (EST)
My two cents are: There was a crooked man In a White crooked House. Speckled a crooked intern He was a crooked louse. He wagged a crooked digit Lied through his crooked teeth, And he got impeached thereafter, The rotten sofa thief.
Glint
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 18:10:22 (EST)
My two cents are: A credulous lad from Nebraska/ said there's only one thing that I ask ya/ can a man be elected/ with his dick still connected/ or must it be stored in Alaska?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 18:05:00 (EST)
My two cents are: There once was a fella from Mary, who thought Clinton's sex was so scary, that he donned a sweet suit, shaped just like a cheroot, to show us that he was a fairy.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 18:03:17 (EST)
My two cents are: James Thurber - The 13 Clocks. -- Hark, hark, the dogs do bark, the Duke is fond of kittens. He likes to take their insides out, and use their fur for mittens.
borg 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:57:46 (EST)
My two cents are: A pleasant young chump from Maryland/ was disturbed by the president's hairy gland/ his wife sewed him up a suit/ in the shape of a cheroot/ to convey the POTUS's necessary reprimand.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:53:40 (EST)
My two cents are: THE DEAD. by Russell Edson. ---When a dead man comes to the door we say, oh please do something else. When a dead man comes to the door there is nothing else he can do. Then come in, we cry, and take what the living, small comfort we know, can offer. But we understand by a certain deadness in his yes that he would lay down what he has fled, would lay it down under the flowers without dream. Come in anyway for coffee, we scream.
borg 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:53:22 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.kiddyhouse.com/Farm/Chicken/Chickensong.html
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:47:54 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.geocities.com/EnchantedForest/Cottage/3192/frogcourtin.html
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:44:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Hickory Dicory Dock, the ski-bunny shat in a wok. Conservatives thought it a humous sight, Hickory Dickory Dock.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:42:44 (EST)
My two cents are: Ride a horse cock to Banbury Cross To see a fine lady with a bush like moss. Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, h like moss. Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:38:00 (EST)
My two cents are: Methuselah ate what he found on his plate, he didn't ask who or how, or note the amount of the calorie count, he ate it because it was chow.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:36:15 (EST)
My two cents are: General Graham addressed his mean,//And said, If they won't attack us, we must attack them,//So start to your feet my lads, and never fear,//And strike up your bagpipes and give a loud cheer.//So they leapt to their feet, and gave a loud cheer//While the Arabs swept down upon them without the least fear.//And put aside their rifes, and grasped their spears,//Whilst the British bullets in front of them the earth uptears.///Then the British charged them with their cold steel,// Which made the Arabs backward for to reel;// But they dashed forward again on their ranks without dismay,// But before the terrible fire of their musketry they were swept away.//Oh, God of heaven! it was a terrible sight//To see, and hear the Arabs shouting with all their might//A fearful oath when they they got an inch of cold steel,// Which forced them backwards again, and made them reel.//By two o clock they were fairly beat,// And Osman Digna, the false prophet, was forced to retreat. // After three hours of an incessant fight, //But heaven, tis said, defends the right.//And I think he should be ashamed of himself; // For I consider he has acted the part of a silly elf,// By thinking to conquer the armies of the Lord//With his foolish and benighted rebel horde.///// I think my favorites are the stigma/Digma and ashamed of himself/silly elf parts. Takes it right up to level four.
borg 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:35:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Hickory dickory doaf, the ski-bunny pinched a loaf, the Englishman laughed to see such a sight, hickory dickory doaf.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:33:05 (EST)
My two cents are: In Spring I look gay, Decked in cumely array, In Summer thong clothing I wear; When colder it grows, I fling off my clothes, And in Winter quite naked appear.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:32:48 (EST)
My two cents are: I love little pussy, Her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her, She'll do me no harm. So I'll drive it in deep, Not being gay, And pussy and I, Very gently will play.
Ver 2.0
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:31:29 (EST)
My two cents are: This I know, and know quite well, I do not like thee, Pineappell.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:31:25 (EST)
My two cents are: I love little pussy, Her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her, She'll do me no harm. So I'll drive in in deep, Not being gay, And pussy and I, Very gently will play.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:30:39 (EST)
My two cents are: THE BATTLE OF EL-TEB. Ye sons of Great Britain, I think no shame//To write in praise of brave General Graham!//Whose name will be handed down to posterity without any stigma,//Because, at the battle of El-Teb, he defeated Osman Digna.
borg 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:27:05 (EST)
My two cents are: Maybe try the story starting at the beginning and through to the end, straight shot. Less rumination, maybe try to let story tell itself more. Describing the hair before the situation acts like sort of a red herring, might be better in sequence. Rather than saying they were neutral, maybe try describing how you could tell they were neutral, or got the idea they were neutral, letting the understanding of the neutrality come out of what they looked like or the postures or the vibe or whatever or the way the geeks reacted. Let reader deduce the regret about being an eye-popping slimeball, at most just hint at it. Watch it with the rain-- try just letting it be there. Maybe softer hint than hideous and leering. Watch out for words like "nameless." 20 years better than some 20 years. Try dropping "that is" wherever it occurs, see if it sounds more like the idea, also "that's the way it was etc.," maybe avoid commenting on preceding sentences, each sentence goes forward. Going on the bus with the people you are going to see is confusing, needs better explanation. She not her. I don't know what the puppets looked like, just that they were hideous, leering, and disgusting. Need to present them, run through it a little more. Might try to let the nothing on the walls, the stuff that's not there, come out of the description of what is there. Sorry, these are just disjointed throwaway thoughts.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:26:54 (EST)
My two cents are: Where is Thumbkin? Where is Thumbkin? Here I am, here I am. How are you today? Very well, thank you. Go away, go away.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:24:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Hark! Hark! Yellowdog barks, The beggars are coming to town. Some in rags, And some in tags, And one in a velvet gown!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:22:43 (EST)
My two cents are: ATTEMPTED ASSASSINATION OF THE QUEEN. God prosper long our noble Queen,/And long may she reign!//MacLean tried to shoot her,//But it was all in vain.///For God he turned the ball aside,//Maclean aimed at her head,//And he felt very angy//Because he didn't shoot her dead.//Maclean must be a madman,//Which is obvious to be seen,//Or else he wouldn't have tried to shoot//Our most beloved Queen.///Victoria is a good Queen//Which her subjects must confess,//There has not been her equal//Since the days of Good Queen Bess.///Long may she be spared to roam/ Among the bonnie highland floral,//And spend many a happy day//In the palace of Balmoral.///Because she is very kind/To the old women there//And allows them bread, tea, and sugar/And each one to get a share.///And when they know of her coming//Their hearts feel overjoyed,//Because in general she finds work//For men that's unemployed.[NB]
borg 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:21:11 (EST)
My two cents are: A diller, a doinking, a ten o'clock oinking! You like to come I think? You used to come at ten o'clock; Now you cum in sync.
me again
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:18:21 (EST)
My two cents are: A cat came fiddling out of a barn, With a pair of bagpipes under her arm. She could sing nothing but fiddle dee dee, The mouse has married the bumblebee.
or perhaps it was it a meat bee, in disguise
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:15:08 (EST)
My two cents are: Perhaps he was one of Queen Victoria's children? Verse 8th: "When the Duchess of Albany arrived she drove through the Royal Arch--//A little before the Seaforth Highlanders set out on the funeral march;--And she was received with every sympathetic respect,//Which none of the people present seemed to neglect.// Then she entered the memorial chapel and stayed a short time,//And as she viewed her husband's remains it was really sublime,//While her tears fell fast on the coffin lid without delay,//Then she took one last fond look, and hurried away.//
borg 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:11:28 (EST)
My two cents are: The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat; T'was half past twelve, and (what do you think!) Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink! The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate Appeared to know as sure as fate There was going to be a terrible spat (I wasn't there; I simply state What was told to me by the Chinese plate!) The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!" And the calico cat replied "Mee-ow!" The air was littered, an hour or so, With bits of gingham and calico, While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place Up with its hands before its face, For it always dreaded a family row! (Now mind: I'm only telling you What the old Dutch clock declares is true!) The Chinese plate looked very blue, And wailed, "Oh, dear! what shall we do!" But the gingham dog and the calico cat Wallowed this way and tumbled that, Employing every tooth and claw In the awfulest way you ever saw-- And oh! How the gingham and calico flew! (Don't fancy I exaggerate--I got my news from the Chinese plate!) Next morning, where the two had sat They found no trace of dog or cat; And some folks think unto this day That burglars stole that pair away! But the truth about that cat and pup Is this: they ate each other up! Now what do you really think of that! (The old Dutch clock it told me so, And that is how I came to know.)
by Eugene Field
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:10:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that, To try to drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, And killed the mice in his father's barn.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:08:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Verse the third: He was of a delicate constitution all his life,//And he was his mother's favorite, and very kind to his wife,//And he had a particular liking for his child,//And in his behaviour he was very mild.// Verse the 4th: Oh! Noble-hearted Leopold, most beautiful to see,//Who was wont to fill your audience's hearts with glee,//With your charming songs and lectures against strong drink://Britain had nothing else to fear, as far as you could think.
borg 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:05:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Leopold is Scottish?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:05:50 (EST)
My two cents are: http://www.denverpost.com/Stories/0,1002,87%257E239186%257E%257E%257Efilter,00.html
Woody (ydog) Paige
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:04:36 (EST)
My two cents are: THE DEATH OF PRINCE LEOPOLD. Alas! Noble Prince Leopold, he is dead!//Who often has his lustre shed:// Especially by singing for the benefit of Esher school,--//Which proves he was a wise prince, and no conceited fool.// verse the second: Methinks I see him on the platform singing Sands O' Dee,//The generous-hearted Leopold, the good and the free,//Who was manly in his actions and beloved of his mother://And in all the family she hasn't got another.
bor 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 17:02:48 (EST)
My two cents are: I mean, shoot the McGonagall stuff.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 16:56:20 (EST)
My two cents are: OK, shoot.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 16:53:11 (EST)
My two cents are: I can't stop thinking about Colorado since the whipping. Finally read that story down below. Is it an original Ydog? Somehow it doesn't seem the have the same punch, or grit, I forget which. I got a fist full of downers once at a bus station in Denver. I was with a bus load of other high school kids on a ski vacation. I think it was also in January, back in 1974. I was sitting there and this one blond guy sat down beside me, held out his closed fist and said, "here." I extended my palm and he dropped about half a dozen turquoise capsules into it. I asked, "Where did you get these?" "From them," he said tipping giving his head a little jerk backwards. I turned around and there were two greaseballs standing there. A white guy and a black guy. I don't recall what the white, the quiet one, was wearing. The black one had on a stocking hat and a scarf. "What are they?" "Seconol," said the black guy. "If you're not used to them don't take more than a couple." Then he suddenly swung his head around the other way and said, "Let's boogie." They spun on their heels and left. I swallowed a couple and put the rest in my pocket. We were on our way back from Glenwood Springs where I had spent the days skiing and the nights drinking, smoking, and placing blotters under the tongue. I was burned out. When we got back on the bus I popped a couple more. The blond guy came up and said, "Thanks for helping me out back there." I what he meant meant by that. He said that he was in the bathroom at the bus station when those two walked in, pulled a knife, and forced him to buy the pills. "Come on, I said, don't be jackin' with me." He said he was serious. "Why didn't you go get help then?" "Because they hung with me, they followed me down to where you were," he replied. "Why did you come to me?" "I didn't know where else to go. Besides, I didn't want to get caught with those pills," said blondie. But while you were talking with them I went and told a security guard about it and he called a cop who busted them when they tried going out the door," he continued. "What? they got popped at the station?" I was incredulous. "Yeah, you didn't see it happen?" he said in disbelief. "No way, man. I was busy." I nodded off and next thing I knew the bus was empty and some people were gently shaking my shoulder trying to wake me up. It was 14 hours later and we were back in Lincoln. My eyelids were heavy and I felt like my feet were lead. Got home that afternoon and went to bed and slept.
you know who
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 16:46:17 (EST)
My two cents are: The third level poetry entry requires a riposte from the greatest third level poet of them all, Scotland's William McGonagall.
borg 4 or 5 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 16:29:14 (EST)
My two cents are: Got the beer. Will pick up corn nuts on the way home from dinner. <> Wonder if Adam needs a hand. I'm flexible, and am willing to telecommute. If he tightens up here and there, lays off a person or two, he can probably scrape enough together and come up with the right dough.
Glint
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 15:59:25 (EST)
My two cents are: I still can't unscrew the lid.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 14:54:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Whack! Is the pickle jar there yet?
Dillbert
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 14:30:56 (EST)
My two cents are: Has LimpMeat posted that duck story yet?
thanks a million!
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 14:29:34 (EST)
My two cents are: All set
Adam <[email protected]>
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 14:22:22 (EST)
My two cents are: You call taht thrid lvele? Geesh!
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 13:40:48 (EST)
My two cents are: And a third level poem of course. Dont think the line breaks will show up but i think the meter is strong enough to overcome it. "Hardpan Bay" Nine diesel-droning shrimp boats plow Port Lavaca Bay Furrowed wakes behind them, they�ve been out there all day Back and forth across the field of stagnant sweating brine Nine droning diesel shrimp boats are working overtime Paint-flaked bows split ocean sod, the nets asplay behind Dragged across the water by the drumming diesel whine This deep in the afternoon the harvest must be thin Causing them plow the rows not once but twice again They should have made the docks by noon, men rinsing down the decks In brutal heat past three o�clock, in vain they drag the nets � The money won�t be good today�, the pacing women say �It�s the hardpan of the ocean, this Port Lavaca Bay�
Borg 3 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:59:37 (EST)
My two cents are: "Meet the Boys" It was raining that day. And cold. I think it was January 23rd. Pages of yesterday�s Washington Post were muddy and trampled on the floor of the bus. If it was January 23rd, then the papers would have been from the day before, from January 22nd, that is. I didn't know then, but I was enroute to meet the boys. I had no idea some twenty years later this strange and twisted encounter would surface unexpectedly. As if in their ultimate evil they stalked me across time. It hadn't made sense then and it didn't now. Sometimes that was the way things were. No one had told me about the boys, so I hadn't any idea, couldn't have, you see. Victoria had greasy hair. Brown. Past the shoulders but above the waist and finely matted together with scalp oils. Pulled back plain. There was a guy too. A guy she lived with. And we were on the bus together, on January 23rd. We were going to Silver Spring, MD in the rain. To one of the large nameless white concrete apartment buildings that ring the Washington D.C. beltway. We didn�t talk on the bus. We rode in silence. Which is why I stared at the muddy newspapers on the floor. There are times things don�t feel right. Sometimes you sense something external, but sometimes it�s internal, knowing you shouldn�t be doing something but doing it anyway and with a pit in your stomach. That�s the way it was for me on that bus headed toward Silver Spring on the rainy afternoon of January 23, 1979. Perhaps if I had listened to that pit in my stomach I would have never met the boys and wouldn�t now have them as a part of me I can�t carve out. I see them still. Hideous and leering in all their evil. All of them. Calling the apartment stark doesn�t do it justice. It was empty. There was nothing on the walls and no furniture in the living area, just a small card table and two chairs in the kitchen. Crammed into a corner near the stove. Somewhere to eat minestrone in the rain. Not that it was really poverty or anything, we were all poor enough then. This was empty through design, or maybe neglect. I was there to get drugs. That was the pit. Searching for drugs takes one many unpleasant places. Usually it�s because of associated dangers. Not this time. There was something sicker here, probably me. But it doesn�t excuse �the boys� or make them ok. Before the drugs, there was a strained showing of the apartment. As we walked to Victoria�s room, she explained that her and the guy were asexual. Asexual. Not celibate, not platonic, but that they, both of them, were committed to denying any sexuality cruelly imposed on them by nature. She showed me her room. It was empty. Except for a pillow, some sheets, and a blanket on the floor. Then we went to see his room. It was empty. Except for a pillow, some sheets, and a blanket on the floor. Asexual. Sleeping on the floor. That�s when they told me I was to meet the boys, that is, if the boys said it was ok. It was a three-bedroom apartment. There was his room, her room, and the boys� room. I was to wait in the empty living room staring out the window at the rain falling on Silver Spring while they talked to the boys. I paced. Wondered what the hell I was doing. The pit told me. It was just starting to make my skin crawl a little. After five minutes they came out. Greasy Victoria and the guy. The boys said it was ok. They said they never did anything without asking the boys. Always did what the boys said. Asked the boys when they weren�t sure. So we walked back to the third bedroom. It was empty. Except for the boys. Probably thirty of them in the room. Lined up along one of the baseboards. The boys were a collection of filthy disgusting chewed on torn stuffed animals. There were teddy bear �boys� and orange tiger �boys� and monkey �boys� and various other �boys� and greasy Victoria and the guy explained that they were all �boys� that none of them were girls, that that wouldn�t work out. I was reeling by this point, sanity screaming inside my head. But there wasn�t any escape. That�s where I was, I was meeting the boys in Silver Spring, in the rain. It was awkward. It seems as if the boys weren�t exactly fond of me. It would be fair to say we didn�t hit it off. Not that there was any dislike, it was more neutral than anything. Them sitting silently against the wall and me standing in the unlit bedroom staring back at them. So it came time for me to go. She got the drugs and gave me three tablets. Something like Thorazine or some moderate barbiturate. I got back on the bus, in Silver Spring in the rain. Looking back from some twenty-five years later it�s time to face facts. I had decided on January 23�rd 1979, the very day after January 22nd, to take the cross-town bus to get a fist-full of prescription drugs from a greasy haired mental patient named Victoria. And I�d ended up walking off into something very weird to do it. I knew it at the time, I did, and all along I suppose, but not the details. So facing that now, the memory of the boys and the day I had to meet them in Silver Spring in the rain, well, I have to live with that now. With the boys, with the memory of greasy Victoria. And perhaps worst of all, the memory of myself, going to get a fist-full of downers from a mental patient in the rain.
Borg 19 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:56:14 (EST)
My two cents are: well, heading out for the local christmas fete on the town square, jugglers and soothsayers, food on a stick etc. should be fun. I may stick around for the weekend. Oh, am going to post a short story, been doing some recreational writing.
Borg 11 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:49:34 (EST)
My two cents are: yes, salud to the fumigators
Borg 7 of 22
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:36:18 (EST)
My two cents are: I'm just sticking around in case a stray spore or two pops up.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:25:15 (EST)
My two cents are: Hail then to the fumigators -- fgate special ops.
G Samsa
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:22:41 (EST)
My two cents are: As long as it was possible to pretend Pete's routine was just that, as routine, you coulc kind of ride with it. Once it became doubtless that this guy was truly troubled and twisted, a lot of the fun was gone. Still, it was important for a couple of brave souls -call them fumigators- to stick around and bury the poor fucker.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:20:30 (EST)
My two cents are: More like just eating the shell whilst expecting the shrimp.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:19:48 (EST)
My two cents are: Plus ca change . . .
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:17:17 (EST)
My two cents are: Yes, Pete did pollute the site and the half-life of the toxins is maybe two weeks. But, things will improve.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:15:29 (EST)
My two cents are: Why come bacK? i dont much really. have only peeked in a few times over the past year. never lurk. there are other places. Still, i like rumbling and playing with language with the one I have referred to as "bitter anon" and the other guy, I usually lose, but it generally seems amicable and gives me the kind of humbling ass kicking I occasionally need. Shame it dosen't outweigh the albatross that pete has become for the page, but it dosent. The totality of the experience becomes somewhat like eating a shrimp with the shell on.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:11:22 (EST)
My two cents are: I mean, here's this guy playing faux Albert King riffs modified by the music-hall tuba inside every Englishman's head, and Keith Richards is standing there skag scowling and wondering why he can't even get Chuck Berry right. It had to be brutal.
Wicky M.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 12:08:01 (EST)
My two cents are: Who the hell is Billy Preston? Mick Taylor's claim to fame is that he replaced Peter Green in John Mayall's band, who replace Eric Clapton. There was no room for a good guitar player on the Stones. That was just Jagger trying to ride the fad.
Wicky Moonbeam
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:58:41 (EST)
My two cents are: I won't rest easy until every mosque from here to Bapudi is thoroughly bugged with a satellite hookup to the Department of Robert F. Kennedy.
.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:56:53 (EST)
My two cents are: How do we know if they're related? Hthat's what I ask every time I poke one of my "daughters."
Pete�
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:51:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Is that even a verb?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:45:10 (EST)
My two cents are: Is that anything like mastecomized?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:44:37 (EST)
My two cents are: Masectomized midgets?
doubt it
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:43:22 (EST)
My two cents are: lop! lop!
Dr. Cleaver
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:24:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Hmmm. I actually prefer thinking of them as masectomized midgets rather than ages 6-12 myself.
YDogPiddl
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:22:43 (EST)
My two cents are: ...How do we know that they are not simly masectomized midgets?
Glint
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:21:36 (EST)
My two cents are: Where did you get your collection of hermaphrodite pix?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:19:12 (EST)
My two cents are: The guy wrote some good songs and a few great songs. "Something" is one of the best love songs ever. He was a good guy. Let Eric Clapton screw his wife and still maintained the friendship.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:18:08 (EST)
My two cents are: I never look at the stuff, Anonymous@11:05:32, but I always wonder how do we know these people are really ages 6-14?
Glint
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:17:58 (EST)
My two cents are: yeah, that's the same Enron. So what? Theire CEO also once played golf with Cliton and stayed the night at the White House. Donated 100K to Clinton's second inaugaral. Sure, this is nothing compared to what the slimeball did for Snippy, but you get the point, don't you, traitor?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:12:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Billy Preston was on Fox last night talking about George Harrisson. Talked about the time they had either dinner or lunch at the White House in the living quarters of the Ford family in 1974. Said it was on of the major highlights of George's career. Had pictures too. And Billy's 'fro -- Wow! Talk about your b-pad, Tom. They kept referring to Billy Preston as "the 5th Beatle" because he got a credit on one of their album. That's funny because I remember him being referred to as the "5th member of The Rolling Stones." I recall he accompanied them on a U.S. tour in 1974 or 1975. Remember that because my girl friend and tripping partner at the time caught the act down in Jacksonville. Then there's Mick Taylor whose claim to fame is as "the only living ex-member of The Rolling Stones." Irrelevant however, because he wasn't on Fox.
Glint
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:11:34 (EST)
My two cents are: Billy Preston was on Fox last night talking about George Harrisson. Talked about the time they had either dinner or lunch at the White House in the living quarters of the Ford family in 1974. Said it was on of the major highlights of George's career. Had pictures too. And Billy's 'fro -- Wow! Talk about your b-pad, Tom. They kept referring to Billy Preston as "the 5th Beatle" because he got a credit on one of their album. That's funny because I remember him being referred to as the "5th member of The Rolling Stones." I recall he accompanied them on a U.S. tour in 1974 or 1975. Remember that because my girl friend and tripping partner at the time caught the act down in Jacksonville. Then there's Mick Taylor whose claim to fame is as "the only living ex-member of The Rolling Stones." Irrelevant however, because he wasn't on Fox.
Glint
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:10:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Lots of college football on the set today including Colorado vs. Texas in the Big 12 Football Championship at 20h EST tonight on ABC TV. Texas claimed a 41-7 victory when these teams met on Oct. 20 in Austin. I'll be rooting for Buffs because I'd like to see Pete's team beat the team from Ydog town. Unfortunately, I feel that when Colorado humiliated the Cornhuskers last week, they extinguished the northern league's only chance to carry the Big 12 this year.
Glint
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:10:38 (EST)
My two cents are: Ran into the deputy last night at a soccer game. He said that someone had broken into his squad car and stolen a few things including his hat, flash light, and ticket pads. They found the ticket pads in a nearby town, partially burned. Fortunately they didn't get into the trunk where the firearms are kept. Asked him if the perps had used a slim jim to get in. Yeah probably, he said, if the door was locked. Asked him if he had been moonlighting lately. Said he gets some work from the MVA patrolling parking lots of apartment buildings looking for out of state cars, belonging to residents, which haven't been re-registered in the state of MD. Has done some security at scholostic soccer games. Said he's looking forward to the basketball season which should be busier. Said "You can't argue with $20/hr." I said he won't get any arguments from me on that.
Glint
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:10:10 (EST)
My two cents are: You know, I always wonder, when I look at "incest" porn on the World Wide Web, how do we know these people are really related?
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:05:32 (EST)
My two cents are: Bankrupt?
doubt it
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 11:00:40 (EST)
My two cents are: Spent a week in a college town in Colorado last summer. Maybe one percent slopes, flips, moors, what have you. Everyone else was blonde and sturdy. The girls had healthy chests. Where did we go wrong?
.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:55:34 (EST)
My two cents are: You better take your chains if you're going to Sequoia. Is that the same Enron that pumped two million simolians into the Bush campaign and flew Snippy around in its fleet of jets? The same Enron that scammed billions out of the California energy manipulation last spring? Where did all that money go? There must be truckloads of the stuff somewhere. Maybe over in the Cook Islands where it can grow the economy?
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:52:57 (EST)
My two cents are: Tom, it's already raining like a cow peeing on a flat rock, 250 mile or so up the valley. That's why I have opened up the back wall of my house, so I can hang my new French doors in the rain. All that glass will give me a better field of fire if the Mecca bobbers come in the back.
House of Meat
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:50:11 (EST)
My two cents are: The morning liberal rag says Enron is set to go bankrupt. Bankrupt?
doubt it
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:47:25 (EST)
My two cents are: Ah, wouldn't you like to know, Tom? Let's just say I'm a boy from Cali, like you. Coastal. Many slopes, flips and dagos in this town.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:28:33 (EST)
My two cents are: Rain's not supposed to reach here until tomorrow. That's why we're going today. Where's here at, 10:16:12?
Tom
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:25:04 (EST)
My two cents are: Hey man, I don't want to hear any sniveling about a future of fighting terrorism. I grew up during the Big One, the COLD WAR. Forty years of arming terrorists and making deals with the evildoers. Let's roll.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:24:57 (EST)
My two cents are: The SVO, the girl, and fifty years of bitter War Against Terrorism.
.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:16:51 (EST)
My two cents are: Cool? It's supposed to rain cunts and twats here today.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:16:12 (EST)
My two cents are: Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Cool here this morning -- in the 40's. Up early to go driving to Sequoia as it warms up for the day.
Tom
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:07:03 (EST)
My two cents are: The kid gets everything. The SVO, the girl, everything.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 10:04:55 (EST)
My two cents are: Anonymous, we hardly knew ye. Doors going to go in nice. Knocked out the wall from the inside, left the stucco shell. This morning I'll go down and buy an eight or ten-by-four for a header, get the rough framing in, also maybe buy a brick chisel which I've been wanting one anyway, whack out the stucco, and pop in the door. Then I'll build a deck over the patio at the level of the floor and we'll have the illusion of a much larger house. Also I can replace the slider in the kitchen with window glass, and make the area in front of it usable. Was also thinking about popping one side of one of the other door sets in there and using the other side for a skylight. Getting a little overbuilt for the neighborhood, but what the hell, it'll gentrify eventually. Heard awful noises in the truck last summer, popped the head off and the gasket was burned out between 3 and 4. I replace it, but it took a month because I let the timing chain drop and had to take off the front cover. Most of the time spent cleaning the old gasket stuff off of everything, over and over and over. Runs like top now. Gave the SVO to the kid. Pete did an automotive riff where he described rebuilding a Buick V-6, only he he got his description of the process from a Volkswagen book, described tearing down a Volks motor instead of a real one. It was pretty funny.
.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 09:58:58 (EST)
My two cents are: Well,welcome back YD. I really don't know why anyone would want to come back here with the rabid retchies from freep here.......John� - Sunday, October 22, 2000 at 22:45:45 (EDT)

- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 09:31:52 (EST)
My two cents are: in other news, i've lost 30 pounds exercising, grown ponytail, almost quit smoking, bank is letting me live in a nice house for now and pothaole is approaching tolerable at times.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 08:42:35 (EST)
My two cents are: Well, I'll probably be taking my leave again shortly seeing as the toxic one has returned. Enjoyed the picnic, good luck with the french doors. Spent yesterday washing and waxing the truck. pretty damn expensive after flipping for a ten dollar bottle of wax, 5 bucks in rags, a new hose etc. Ignition switch seems to be working well. Waxing the fender wells has really paid off. I thought about using one of the nine dollar socks instead of buying rags, but it was too late.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 08:37:53 (EST)
My two cents are: Somehow I doubt that the dog would see any need to gloat over gouries current situation. As I recall, it was always the dog's contention that gourdie was at the federal teat all along, health insurance subsidized by municipal school district taxes, paycheck drawn off a federal contract etc. So the fact that we're all punching gourdies meal ticket right now probably wouldn't change the dog's perspective. It's not so much that gourdie is suddenly at the federal teat, its more like he's been there all along and just switched nipples.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 08:32:41 (EST)
My two cents are: Funny. I believed it immediately. It all seemed quite natural. Maybe Pete�'s death, which occurred not long before, made it all seem like coffee and sausages in the morning, and muffins. I think the liberal media are working some kind of con around this thing. Did you notice that Rush's ears went out at about the same time? Did you notice how they were closing in on Condit? Connie Chung and all? And what about the Mary Beth or Mary Jo or Jo Mary business? Suddenly everybody was talking about Osama's eyebrows-- who was monitoring Mara Liason's? Who was counting here freckles? Not Dan Rather, you can bet your liberal ass, treasonous fools.
Anonymous.
- Saturday, December 01, 2001 at 03:09:21 (EST)
My two cents are: What do you mean, public domain? Geesh, if the "G" is soft, has ALWAYS been in the public domain! If the "G" is hard, which is the way I hear

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