That's so not a left cross. A left hook, more like.

And that dog is certainly massive fail. Bred to take down lions, pussywhipped by a household cat. For shame.

Man, I just ate all of my savoury lunch. Down to the last grain of brown rice. Did I mention how much I liked the stuff? I hope it doesn't turn out to be something contributing to migraines, whenever I do my stupid cleanse and diet.

I look at tipping like the teachers look at As. Just doing your job does not get you a tip*. You need to go above and beyond. Like, if I'm a regular, having my drink rung up and ready when I get there.

*this does not apply to table service, although I think that server's wage is bullshit. Just pay the people a regular salary.

THE WIKI HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE IN 200 WORDS OR LESS

But should stuff humans did count in the abbreviated history of the universe?

I'm with Vortex just doing your job at the counter isn't enough- and it doesn't really take much to get a tip. Things like telling me a muffin might be stale is enough.

I think I like this faildog the best: [link]

I totally sympathize with the dog here, though: [link]

I'm pretty sure that this one doesn't fail at all, at least not in his own terms: [link]

amych - I agree. Clearly that dog won.

That article on dim wimmin is deeply annoying. I assume she's deliberately trying to bait, right? Because it sounds so clever to bag on your own sex.

I skipped to the end because I am totally having a Monday, and I'm not even freaking at work. So far today, I lost my bus pass (on 3rd day of month.) Got overcharged $18 by incompetent cashier and then had to wait inline forever to get it fixed. Somehow managed to break the latch on my screen door (which I discovered after I had already been to the hardware store.). I'm too late to get to yoga ontime. And I'm desperately trying not to have the headache I had yesterday.

Several hours later (sorry, there was a grocery run in there):

Well, the first thing you have to do is define suicidal. [...] I'm not sure from your second paragraph where you stand on that, Nutty. Are men equivalently crying for help? But just picking the dumb method?

I define "suicidal" as a big tent. The stereotype is that males endure and endure until they crack, and off themselves with little warning, while females ideate in public ways (rehearsal, discussion, etc.) before the attempt. I think that stereotype is falling apart in this modern era, and I can't say that the handgun method is chosen for its certainty, for its spectacular statement-making, for the vague cultural belief that it makes it all over quickly, etc. I believe hanging is equally distributed across the sexes, and that's not so hot for leaving a pretty corpse; so I'm not sure what that says about popular female methods.

In happier news, and related to aforementioned grocery run, isn't fresh mozzarella great? With salt and basil and plenty of balsamic vinegar.