This bickering is pointless.

May 07 2009

Our Fucking SEC

insomnambulance:

Banks were up 15% this morning. Then they weren’t. Then Wells announces a dilutive share offering after close.

Does anyone work at the fucking SEC or what?

They have boats?

May 05 2009
Mike Skinner of the Streets tackles swine flu.
Apr 27 2009
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Wife: The Nebula Awards are out.

Me: Oh, sweet. Did I win one?

Wife: No, but Ursula Le Guin won Best Novel.

Me: [Makes angry hissing noise] As if she needs that.

Apr 23 2009

Consumer Discretionary

numbersixspeaks:

Knitters are fucking insane.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes.

—Married to a Knitter

Apr 18 2009

Say what you will about Axl Rose, but that motherfucker can put on a show.

numbersixspeaks:

Damn.

When I saw him in 2005 or 2006, the set list was miserable—every time they got some momentum going with a classic, they’d immediately shut it down by following up with a new song that no one had heard, or worse, a six-minute solo by one of the three guitarists present—but Axl himself was an incredible performer. As strong as when they were touring for Use Your Illusion, easily, even with the weird dreads.

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chuffedlittlemuffin:

Traci Lords raps as she works out.

Dear Chuffed,

Thank you. This made me do some thinking about it, and I don’t know where the hell my women-working-out fetish came from, but I do know that, tonight, I love you.

Yours,

Moff

Apr 17 2009

One last thing:

minou:

moffs:

DUDE WE STOPPED DRINKING BOOZE IN THE HOUSE (UNLESS THERE ARE GUESTS OVER) AND I KNOW IT SOUNDS PUSSY BUT I FEEL AWESOME.

Lotta qualifiers in there, dude. But if you feel awesome, cheers to that! (Just not in the house. Do you have a garage?)

No, we do not have a garage.

And we do have almost no friends here. So I bet we have gone from drinking four or five nights a week to one night every week and a half.

And yes, I do feel gloriously smug, because that is one of my top three favorite emotions.

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liana:

Oh, America.  Are we really this jaded?  So ceaselessly hip and blasé?  And eager to judge every single thing that passes in front of our bleary eyes?

I remember a simpler time, before irony and hyperreality dictated our every decision.  A time when we would give a war a chance to be a war. Because who knows? The Next War could be a battle against centaurs and Cyclopes!  A skirmish with demons and fallen angels!  A scuffle against robots and Predator drones in the very name of God himself!

But probably it’ll just be against people who aren’t white.

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One last thing:

minou:

If there is one thing that a person should restrict to make the biggest difference in her diet, what do you think it is? Please don’t say booze, as I will not accept this answer.

DUDE WE STOPPED DRINKING BOOZE IN THE HOUSE (UNLESS THERE ARE GUESTS OVER) AND I KNOW IT SOUNDS PUSSY BUT I FEEL AWESOME.

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