Disenfranchised.
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
There's Woody Allen's "Did you ever get the feeling that the world is a tuxedo and you're a pair of brown shoes?"
Today's allergy inducer (I'm gonna get a reputation!)
A Butler Well Served by This Election
For more than three decades Eugene Allen worked in the White House, a black man unknown to the headlines. During some of those years, harsh segregation laws lay upon the land.
He trekked home every night, his wife, Helene, keeping him out of her kitchen.
At the White House, he worked closer to the dirty dishes than to the large desk in the Oval Office. Helene didn't care; she just beamed with pride.
President Truman called him Gene.
President Ford liked to talk golf with him.
He saw eight presidential administrations come and go, often working six days a week. "I never missed a day of work," Allen says.
His is a story from the back pages of history. A figure in the tiniest of print. The man in the kitchen. Cont.
This was pretty cool. Different looks at the national map. Not just state by state blue vs red: [link]
(x-posty with my LJ & FB)
Off to the Genius Bar. Woot!
Vortex broke me with that article.
Vortex's article was downright Dickensian.* I mean, the first 90% of it was allergenic enough....
* and y'all know of my big big love for CD, so that's not a complaint.
Note to self: If you don't want to cry at work, don't click on links from Vortex. At least for a while.
Goodness. I'm glad I read the article but the end just completely broke me. Ooof.
Darn you, Vortex! sniff
Also, timelies, All! I'm very excited to be caught up enough to post in here again. I've been training slacker!co-worker's replacement for the last week and a half (actually, technically, since Slacker had seniority, I'm Slacker's replacement, and new gal is replacing me). It;'s amazing how much longer it takes to do stuff when you're explaining it rather than just doing it. But things are starting to shape up nicely. Which is good, since I'm in vacation starting next Wednesday (w00t!)
vw, glad you've got a diagnosis.
ChiKat, yay for 4-day weekends! (I'd be jealous, if not for my upcoming vacay!)
the end just completely broke me.
Yeah, the end hit hard.
Not clicking, not clicking, not clicking...
Dentist this morning went fairly easy. My headache seems to be receeding. Now I just have it figure out how to avoid STBX today even though he has the boy. Blech.