. He keeps promising to take me to a game so I can be rugby queen, but he is a liar
umm, perhaps you do not want to be rugby queen. Around here, they put you on their shoulders and sing rude songs at you until you pour beer on them. Or maybe you'd like that.
I was just reading this piece in Salon about journalists dealing with the immediate feedback from the 'net. I'm not exactly sure what the point was, because sometimes I'm dumb, but I just kept thinking, "Dude, where have you been?"
All I got from it was that sometimes letters are good and have merit, and there are a lot of jackholes on the internet.
Oh Salon, what has become of you?
I tried to read that story, but it was three pages of "Writing is HARD" and "People are MEAN" and tl;dr.
TOTALLY, Dana.
I hate that "writing is hard" horseshit.
umm, perhaps you do not want to be rugby queen. Around here, they put you on their shoulders and sing rude songs at you until you pour beer on them. Or maybe you'd like that.
It's like that at these games with the added bonus of the dirty, sweaty men having to do everything you say, as long as you don't make them leave the beer.
umm, perhaps you do not want to be rugby queen. Around here, they put you on their shoulders and sing rude songs at you until you pour beer on them. Or maybe you'd like that.
I fail to see the problem with that scenario.
I have a real problem with articles that set up a dichotomy between "writers" and "bloggers." I mean, bloggers write, and many writers blog. It's like they think there are some wild gang of space-alien bloggers out there. I'm kind of surprised that Salon went there - hello, you are an ONLINE magazine.
This is, um... a terrible Bridal meltdown after her haircut (YouTube video) [link]
It's... um... very sad. There's screaming and lots of crying and some swearing and the bride eventually cuts her own hair and then melts down some more....
The bride enters at 1:41 into it, so you can skip to that if you want.
edit: There's debate as to whether it's real or fake....
Austin is full of "KEEP AUSTIN WEIRD" bumper stickers, which seems like the sort of thing that would self-negate after it reaches critical mass, but there you go. One of my neighbors teaches college in Round Rock, a suburb of Austin (and where Dell is located, incidentally), and she sports a "Keep Round Rock Mildly Interesting" sticker.
My car has no bumper stickers on it, as I am officially neutral, being a legislative employee. My wife's car has a "I Don't Have To Like Bush To Love My Country" sticker on it, and it didn't occur to her for a long time (years, actually) that if you take it at a bit more than face value, it says, "I am a gay liberal man."