I’m sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for why you introduced yourself to me on the escalator and then followed me into the bookstore, one that doesn’t involve selling me something, stealing my wallet, poisoning me, or just generally being crazy and/or high. I’m just having a hard time imagining what that might be. Sorry if I acted like kind of a dick.
Best regards,
a Jaded New Yorker
P.S.: Please don’t poison me.
Are we being set up for an Ed victory? I only started watching the show last season, and I don’t watch reality shows in general, so I don’t claim to have any particular insight as to how these things are edited. But:
It’s not at all clear to me why they would be doing this except to try to force us to have an opinion — any opinion whatsoever, really (see #3 above) — of Ed as a contestant and potential winner. |
This post responds to some questions sent in by a couple of people following up on my previous Prop 8 post. So here are 1400+ more words about standing, intervention, and the “case or controversy” clau–hey, where’d everyone go?
[Updated] So today, the Ninth Circuit reversed Judge Walker’s stay ruling, meaning that Prop 8 will remain on the books pending the Ninth Circuit’s decision on the merits appeal. This seems like a decent excuse to dust the blog off and try to explain (in slightly more than 140 characters) the standing issue in a bit more detail.
No, seriously. Internet scammers: they don’t ever change.
Imagine my surprise when I received a Facebook IM, out of the blue, from a high school acquaintance I hadn’t spoken to in about 10 years. And imagine my further surprise when she told me she’d been mugged and needed me to send money to her! In London! Where she doesn’t live! (Someone had tried to pull this same scam on Glark about a month or two ago, which he posted about on Twitter.)
Unfortunately I wasn’t able to keep the beginning part of the whole chat transcript, but here are some nuggets from the end of our (long) conversation:
Obviously, when your blog has been suffering from chronic, prolonged, and acute neglect, the best thing to do is start a whole separate blog as a side project. Well, ill-advised or not, that’s exactly what I’ve decided to do.
So, without further ado, I give you: WorldNetFaily.
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#meta #selfpimp #worldnetfaily
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And all this time I thought Marty Peretz only was a fucking racist when it came to Arabs. Turns out it extends to other types of brown people, too! Huh.
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#peretz #racist
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(The original version of this BlumanClassic was posted on June 23, 2004.)
Sunday 2:00 PM – Flush! Drip… Drip… Drip… My toilet is leaking water. Not the unspeakably filthy water, but still, it’s toilet water.
Sunday 2:01 PM – I decide I’ve had enough. I decide I will fix the toilet. I say to the toilet, “Toilet? You’ve leaked on my bathroom floor for the last time. It’s time for you to get potty trained.”
Read all about my ill-fated attempts to get my toilet fixed after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »
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…hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Truly the gift that keeps on giving.
Oh, man, my sides!
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#politics #michaelsteele #gop #lolz #vid
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