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Opportunity knocks
"Hey, look. Here's a check he didn't cash."
Strange news
The Eureka Reporter started free home delivery a while ago. This week they enclosed a flyer in the newspaper saying that the paper would be still available free at racks, but asking people to pay for home delivery. In one of the most confusing letters I've read in a while, they asked people to support the cost of home delivery by purchasing "sponsorships." They call also call these sponsorships the "Voluntary Pay" program.
I'm almost tempted to send some money because I so appreciated two of their recent headlines: "St. Joe's Hosts Suicide Class," and "Arcata Girls Still Hot."
Surprisingly
I was not the only person at the car wash yesterday.
The reason
for the season.
I offer advice
to R. Paul supporters. Don't get confused on election day.
Every home is a
dysfunctional family. It's not quite over, though.
The more things change
Any man with a superior air, the intelligence of a stockbroker, and the resolution of a hat-check girl—in brief, any man who believes in himself enough, and with sufficient cause, to be called a journeyman—can cadge enough money, in this commonwealth of morons, to make life soft for him.
--H.L. Mencken, On Being an American
My classical spam
"The popular hookup,hot club for Greek singles!"
How'd they know?
I'm warning you . . .
CR's continuing accreditation woes.
The strangest sense of déjà vu
I was reading this:
Her character will be fixed, and she will, at sixteen, be the most determined flirt that ever made herself and her family ridiculous. A flirt, too, in the worst and meanest degree of flirtation; without any attraction beyond youth and a tolerable person; and from the ignorance and emptiness of her mind, wholly unable to ward off any portion of that universal contempt which her rage for admiration will excite. In this danger Kitty is also comprehended. She will follow wherever Lydia leads. -- Vain, ignorant, idle, and absolutely uncontrolled!
-- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 18 of Volume 2
and some modern equivalents came to mind.
Up for a challenge? Because 2008 is almost here.
Ultimate
cat fight.
Choruses of "awww" will ensue.
Because everyone deserves to
celebrate Halloween. I think the striped pants go with the m&m top.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any more
unbelievable, I found out from the fools on the hill that my paperwork, completed months ago, was actually quietly sitting in my file. Available for anyone who bothered to listen.
It's hard to have a sense of humor in a cloak, in a high wind, on a moor.
-- Margaret Atwood, Good Bones and Simple Murders
Chapter Two
in Tales from the Dark Side.
Today I was told that the staff person who (supposedly) can help me with my paperwork is on vacation, not to return before the deadline I have for filing the papers. And yes, I was assured that this is the only person who can help me, but that I should go back to the office that didn't know what to do to help me on Monday. I gnashed my teeth, but did go there and try to set up an appointment, but was told that the office staff cannot make appointments because if they do, "everything gets too mixed up." I am now working on Plan C.
Employment program for the terminally inept.
A bright spot yesterday, though. After hours of waiting in line and being shunted from one office to another, my previous impressions were confirmed. "Make sure you keep copies of everything because no one here knows what they're doing."
On sale
A whole rack of discounted khaki women's clothes at Mervyn's.
"Perfect for putting together a Steve Irwin tribute outfit," said Grethe.
I don't understand how
Rear Window can be one of my favorite movies when Jimmy Stewart annoys me so much..
After dong a mental survey
I've decided that there are 3 types of men who like me:
1. The kind with apparent prison tattoos who follow me around the thrift store trying to make conversation.
2. Strangers who come up to me at the public library and say "Would you feel my forehead and tell me if you think I'm getting sick?"
3. The kind who are over 80.
Luckily there haven't been any who fit in more than one category. Yet.
Overheard
"Let's say there's an illiterate person who doesn't know how to read or write . . ."
Special at the fish market today
Cod cheeks
and
Abalone loins
The loins were more expensive than the cheeks.
School's in session
and in Colorado Springs
"Running games are still allowed as long as students don't chase each other.."
via Julie's Health Club.
Small town life
Yesterday I was walking down the street and a stranger carrying a cardboard box frantically waved me down. She asked me if I would please, please take the box. At first I assumed she was trying to pawn off some of the dreaded zucchini, but then I realized the box was filled with cucumbers. I had to stumble a mile back home with 10 or so pounds of cucurbits, but we now have many pickles, to everyone's delight.
"Your inappropriate request is sent successfully."
Okay.
Just for the headline
Bike Seat Link to Impotence Rests on Disputed Evidence.
