The local Arts Walk and the local Arab Fest in my town (Olympia) are both on Rosh Hashanah.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Also, just had my usual "ugh" experience of going to pick up some quizzes from the printer room, and having to look at all the pro-gun signs that the guy who runs the printing stuff has on the wall next to where we pick stuff up. Including "Gun Control: Experts Agree It Works!" with pictures of Hitler and Pol Pot and a bunch of others.
Yeah, we have a neighbor with a bumper sticker that reads: "The Second Amendment: America's ORIGINAL Homeland Security!" Someone with an attitude like that, I don't want to criticize. (Plus, Northside really needs at least a couple of right-wingers to balance out all the crunchy Green Party types and the abortion-loving, latte-drinking run-of-the-mill Democrats.) (Seriously, in the last presidential election, I did feel sorry for Gun Nut Neighbor* because, in a vast sea of Obama signs, he had a Romney sign, way back behind a fence.)
*We have 2 neighbors with the same first name: the gun nut and a guy who sits on his front porch and whittles. So we have dubbed them "Gun Nut Ron" and "Whittling Ron." Not to their faces. But they're both retired, so I usually see one or both of them when I take a walk, so if I have anything to report to Tim, I have to clarify which Ron I mean, so they got descriptors attached to their names. (I haven't seen Whittling Ron in a while. I hope he's okay.)
I mostly just don't really like having to see a picture of Hitler (along with a totally wrong argument) whenever I go to pick up copies.
Hil, that sounds like the definition of a "hostile work environment."
Maybe bring it up at the next Climate and Diversity Committee meeting.
runs and hides!
*We have 2 neighbors with the same first name: the gun nut and a guy who sits on his front porch and whittles. So we have dubbed them "Gun Nut Ron" and "Whittling Ron." Not to their faces. But they're both retired, so I usually see one or both of them when I take a walk, so if I have anything to report to Tim, I have to clarify which Ron I mean, so they got descriptors attached to their names. (I haven't seen Whittling Ron in a while. I hope he's okay.)
That's very Park and Rec.
Since 2004, I have had no sympathy at all for wrong-headed fuckwittery. Don't care if I find you personable: I have no sympathy if your party affiliation sells me down the river. None.
In the nearly 10 years that we have been together I have managed to turn TCG into an Italian food snob. Last night's dinner was not very good, and we are reminded that while my in-laws can usually be trusted on recommendations for a good restaurant, we should not trust them when it comes to Italian restaurant recommendations.
I think I've discovered why I stopped reading. Apparently, if you wear the reading glasses, it makes it fun again. I've spent the morning reading. Haven't even eaten yet. Crazy. Like I was a kid again.
Yay, glasses! What are you reading?