It's almost like he's mad because she wouldn't sleep with him or something....
Strange...
With a table and chair, the easier to pour himself shots of vodka while spouting his nasty brand of ultra-nationalism to the media.
Sounds just like her type.
Today I suspect I shall either a) die of boredom, or b) get up to some hijinks that I will regret on the morrow.
I think you should write me some porn.
This little piggy went to Xavier's School for the Gifted:
Scientists in Taiwan say they have bred three fluorescent green pigs that glow in the dark. >[link]
You know what I have discovered today? I am a terrible editor.
You know why I am a terrible editor? Because I loathe bad prose so much I'd really rather not read it.
Unfortunately, reading bad prose is kind of an editor's job.
And OMG how bad is this prose? It is not literally incoherent, but it is written by somebody with tenure and way too much stature in the field for his own good. Who needs to be BEATEN with
The Elements of Style.
Randomosity:
So I'm going down Michigan avenue and I see a bunch of picketers, so naturally I turn to see who they're striking against and...huh. They all have on blue wigs, and the signs say "ROBOTS ARE YOUR FRIENDS."
Um... huh?
Some sort of marketing scheme?
the signs say "ROBOTS ARE YOUR FRIENDS."
Anyone carrying signs saying, "I welcome my robot overlords"?
I was on the bus, so that's all I got.
Joe just got a book called "How to Survive a Robot Uprising".
They have a Flickr set
[eta: This pic explains who they are -- it's a marketing scheme for some PS2 game.]