So that's my dream. That and some stuff about cigars and a tunnel.

Faith ,'Get It Done'


Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Calli - Apr 05, 2006 10:59:18 am PDT #8849 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Kick this fucker out of school, NOW.

And out of my city, while we're at it. The Herald-Sun (Durham paper) also has an article on this: [link]


amych - Apr 05, 2006 11:02:29 am PDT #8850 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

It was breaking news as of 10am! Where ya been, amych?

Clearly, I was squandering my energies on root beer float variations and much less well-targeted irritation at the campus newspaper's ongoing idiocy about the story. (Today's highlights: I'll Be Pissed If The Lacrosse Thing Means They Shut Down Football Tailgating; and Durham Sucks A Whole Lot So Why SHOULD We Have Good Town-Gown Relations?)


Allyson - Apr 05, 2006 11:04:32 am PDT #8851 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

30 men didn't care, and celebrated.

I give up.


Fred Pete - Apr 05, 2006 11:04:45 am PDT #8852 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Barq's is the best big-selling root beer, but there are some really excellent varieties put out by smaller producers.

I discovered it as a small local New Orleans brand in the early '80s. Slogans of the era -- "Of course it's great. But is it root beer?" and "Drink Barq's. It's good!"


Nora Deirdre - Apr 05, 2006 11:05:06 am PDT #8853 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

It's just fucking foul, Allyson.


P.M. Marc - Apr 05, 2006 11:05:12 am PDT #8854 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Screw the university. I want him kicked out of the human race.

Man, I don't have the words to articulate my fury.

In less rage-ful news, the root bear site allowed me to track down the name of the root beer I loved to pieces when it was still around: Mystic Seaport.


Cashmere - Apr 05, 2006 11:06:54 am PDT #8855 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

On the plus side, there are guys like this out there.


Jars - Apr 05, 2006 11:07:38 am PDT #8856 of 10001

Root beer is the crap that tastes like mouthwash, right?

I do love cream soda though. And cream soda floats. For when your cream soda just isn't creamy enough. Mmm.


flea - Apr 05, 2006 11:07:48 am PDT #8857 of 10001
information libertarian

Yeah, I've been basking in this fury for 2 weeks now. The sad thing is, it gets old.

amych, I know of a student who is planning a response to the "Petting Zoo" column; she's asked people to email things they love about Durham. So if you want her email, ping me. (Calli too for that matter.)


Allyson - Apr 05, 2006 11:09:52 am PDT #8858 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Man, I don't have the words to articulate my fury.

A (male) friend once asked me if I felt like a second class citizen. I said I do. I absolutely do.

He was amazed. This is reason #589742 why. It makes it very hard to think that good men, who don't view women as a collection of holes to fuck or flesh to punch, aren't a minority. I hate feeling that way about half the human race. But then, there's gangrapes and stonings and abortions outlawed in the US! And a debate that still goes about whether it is women who should stay home with the baby and somehow fathers never figure into it.

This morning I read that child sex tours are becoming popular in Georgia, and detailed a 16 year old girl who is sold to up to 17 men a night.

And everyday, I hate a little more.