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.

See? Trouble.

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."

If self-righteous in-your face vegans tasted as good as sirloin, I'd be willing to remove the half notch.

Vegans in garlic, mmmm.

I once had a discussion with a vegan who said there was no reason for any human to eat meat. I asked him what the Inuit were going to live on. He said I was mean.

I have a real problem with articles that set up a dichotomy between "writers" and "bloggers."

And without any sense of irony. You're writing an essay for an online magazine. You're blogging. Dude. Head outta ass.

I asked him what the Inuit were going to live on. He said I was mean.

Yeah, it's mean to interject reality into the guy's world view....

Since I drive the most nondescript car on earth, I put on a bumper sticker to be able to find the poor beast.

I put a "stained-glass" butterfly decal in the rear passenger-side window. A lot of cars look like a blue Cavalier. I don't use bumper stickers because you can never get them off. It's too much committment. I've also always feared someone would get mad enough to trash my car or something. I have a Vanderbilt Alumna decal I keep meaning to put on the rear window, but I keep losing it. It took me a while to find one that said "Alumna" instead of "Alumni" or "Alum".

Militant vegans are delicious with barbecue sauce, but you have to tenderize them first. I've heard.