July 19, 2006
Holy Shit. I love it.
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Go give her some love!
And Happy Belated 31 to my favorite NC phishy!
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July 17, 2006
"See, the irony is what they really need to do is to get Syria to get Hezbollah to stop doing this (expletive),"-- President Bush in what he thought were private remarks to UK PM Tony BlairDid I mention how much I love our President? and Mr. Blair, too?
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...Here's Rob's interview with WAGA about blogging and losing his job.
Thanks, dude.
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July 15, 2006
Why do all metaphors for bizarreness have to do with baseball, anyway?
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July 14, 2006
Headline from today's Sports Illustrated Online: "T.O. misquoted in autobiography"
Sheesh.
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And many more, my friend!
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July 13, 2006
I would have gotten you presents, but I think you've already got your hands full.....
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Kevin Smith tells the story of why he didn't write the new Superman flick. NSFW, except with headphones. After all, this IS Kevin Smith.
I was wondering about those giant spiders.....
h/t Cagey Mind
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July 12, 2006
The funny part? The stupid fucktards made two mistakes:
1. They left it on the wrong porch
2. It was broken and never exploded.
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Believe me, he knows a lot about the subject, from personal experience.....
Here's Ken's money shot....
After laying out the current law regarding estate exemptions through 2010, he says:
"this piece never mentions that in 2011 the exemption goes back to $1 million (and the top tax rate goes to 50%). Think about how much land prices (both home and farm) have increased in recent years. Think about how many people have IRAs and similar vehicles. How many of those estates will be valued at over $1 million five years from now? A lot of people who don't consider themselves rich are going to be very unpleasantly surprised." (emphasis mine)Even if you don't know much about the Estate Tax issue, drop by and read what Ken has to say. It's quite an education.
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July 11, 2006
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July 10, 2006
One of my bigger pet peeves is how everyone in the world has an opinion about whether, or how, a young lady should change her name after marriage.
My own take? Every marriage is different, everyone's circumstances are different, and that's no reason to judge the fidelity or commitment of a relationship. Whatever the two people affected (the husband and wife) think is really all that matters.
I have known many people who got married in many different circumstances, from the new wife who immediately changes to her husband's name, to the couple who both change to a new last name. This doesn't mean that they are any less committed, that their relationship is any less intimate, or that their family is any less spiritual.
In fact, the couple I know who both changed their last name to an amalgam of the two original names were both pastors.
A professional woman is presented with a dilemma on her marriage. Should she continue to use the name that her friends and coworkers are accustmed to, that is written on her professional credentials and represents her body of work? Or should she start over with a new name? What will that mean to her career, especially in a field where name recognition is important?
If the marriage is successful, then no problem, she can build the majority of her career under her married name. But what if it is not? Many marriages end because of the stress of an early professional career. Take the case of Professor M, someone I studied with. Her maiden name was F, but she married and changed her name in graduate school. A few years later, she and Mr. M divorced, but she continued to use his name, because her degree and publications used that name. In fact, she is still known as Dr. M, although that hasn't legally been her name in almost 30 years. In fact, her legal name is Mrs. T, as she remarried a few years ago.
As for myself, I have chosen to use both. At work, I am Dr. CTG, and to the rest of the world, I am Mrs. CTGT (Hubby, of course, being Mr. GMT). And honestly, it would be easier to take hubby's name. Those of you who know my own name are nodding your heads in agreement, as his name is both shorter and easier to spell for other people, but it is as important to me to be one as it is to be the other, so I use both. And it works for both of us.
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I don't care if people call me Mrs. HubbysName. It's not like I'm offended by it. (And heck, by keeping my maiden name, it's easy to avoid telemarketers! "Nope, Mrs. HubbysName doesn't live here.")
July 08, 2006
h/t Agent Bedhead
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July 07, 2006
It's hard to follow four very good writers, but here is my contribution for the Psych-vella, Chapter 5:
Mrs. McCuddahey seemed taken aback at the question. “I wouldn’t know, I’m sure,” she said peevishly. “A mother doesn’t pry into a grown man’s private affairs.” She sniffed at Cahill’s presumption, but then appeared to realize the importance of the question. “It’s just SO unlike him, he was never interested in girls. Just his work….” She trailed off, lost in her memory.
“Here we go…” thought Cahill, and took the plunge. “What about boys, Mrs. McCuddahey? Was George interested in men?” He braced for the fierce rejection, and was surprised when the frail woman burst into tears.
“I don’t know…” she wailed, “He never said so, but once he reached a certain age without ever having told me about a lady-friend, I began to wonder. He was so private. I’m sorry, I just don’t know.”
Cahill could see that this was turning into a waste of time. The woman may have been GeorgeÂ’s mother, but she clearly knew less about him than the psychiatrist. He would like to interview Mrs. Romano, after all, she was the Nosy Nora of the neighborhood, always talking her way into everyoneÂ’s business. She had often caught Cahill and Johnny on their way to some mischief or other. If anyone had seen a girl (or a guy, for that matter) entering GeorgeÂ’s house, it would have been the indefatigable Mrs. Romano, but Mrs. R was deep in her element, scuttling about, minding the distraught mother. The interview would have to wait, at least until her neighbor was attended to.
What next? Mitch had time to kill. Interviewing his own mother would be useless, so he excused himself and returned to the crime scene, where the investigation was in full swing. “Gimme an update,” he barked at the forensics lead.
“Not much. We haven’t been upstairs yet. No prints anywhere, not even the vic’s. No fluids either, except the leakage you stepped in by the fridge. Somebody cleaned up. Knew what they were doing. We sent out for the LUDs, but the subpoena is held up ‘til we can get a judge. That might be hours.”
“Address Book? Bills? Work Papers? Anything we can get a name or number from?”
“Nix on the address book or a briefcase. There are some bills here, but just the psychiatrist and ConEd. No credit cards or store charges.”
Who ARE you George McCuddahey? Cahill thought, and who the Hell is Lenny Markowitz?
Finding frustration on both fronts, Cahill bummed a smoke from the beat cop at the door and went out into the light. Standing in the street, Mitch breathed deep and was about to light up his first cigarette in years, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
“William,” it called reproachfully, “you know those things are going to kill you. I thought you quit.”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Romano,” he said sheepishly, stuffing the unlit cigarette into his pocket. “But I’m glad you came out, I’d like to talk to you. Alone.”
“My turn to be interviewed, then? Alright, let’s sit here on the porch, so your mother and poor Martha won’t hear us.”
“Tell me what you know about George….”
“I don’t like to tell tales, and I would never discuss this with Martha, but I often wondered if George was an actor as well as an accountant.”
“An actor?”
“Yes, although, funny he should choose such roles…. You see, everyday George went to work dressed like a Hasidic diamond merchant, down to the prayer shawl and briefcase. If you addressed him as he walked down the street, he would ignore you, and I often thought, why don’t you just leave earlier if you’re in THAT big a hurry, but in the afternoons, when he returned home, he was usually dressed normally, and friendly, if almost shy. Evenings he would leave the house in one of those turbans and drive off to God knows where, and come back at all hours of the night. Martha doesn’t know. She takes out her hearing aid when she sleeps.”
“Did anyone ever come to the house? Either when George was home or when he was away? In the last couple of days, maybe?”
“A woman came once, last June, when Martha was on that cruise. She went to Mexico, you know. She kept knocking, calling for Benny or something…”
“Was it Lenny?” Cahill asked, surprised to hear the name from McCuddahey’s workplace.
“Yes, that was it. Lenny.” Mrs. R smiled at the recognition. “Funny, though, she came to my door to ask if I had seen the man who lived in the house, and when I told her that George had driven off in his car, she said that Lenny was a devout Jew who wouldn’t drive anywhere on the Sabbath. I told her she must have the wrong house. George almost decided to be a priest, you know. She seemed especially troubled by it, and showed me the address written in her book. It was George’s house, under the name Lenny Something.
She went away after that, and I never saw her again. Maybe she’s the girl Martha thought he was seeing.”
A noise made Cahill look up. The cop who had given him the smokes was coming up the steps. “Sir, there’s a call for you on the radio.”
Cahill made his way to the radio car. “Cahill.”
“There’s a homicide at 1216 Baker. It’s bad.”
“I’m on a case already.”
“Roger that, Ryan says you need to get here ASAP anyway.”
Cahill sighed, apologized to Mrs. R, and drove across town. The sidewalk in front of the brownstone was blocked off and crime scene tape barred the door. Showing his shield, Cahill went in, and found Ryan next to a bloody sheet.
“Caller ID says your name and number were the last outgoing on the vic’s phone,” Ryan said, seeing Cahill standing there. “Dr. Monica Schoedel, she was cut up pretty badly, and the pieces were arranged in a pentagram on the floor upstairs.”
Tune in next week as El Capitan finishes up the story!
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Sadie is the subject of a Fark.com photoshopping challenge!
h/t Jen
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You Are Most Like George W. Bush |
 So what if you're not exactly popular? You still rule the free world. And while you may be quite conservative now, you knew how to party back in the day! |
h/t Ronnie RayGun
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July 06, 2006
She doesn't know it, but her cheerfulness and her friendship really got me through when Dad was in the hospital. And now it's my turn to do something for her. I'm just waiting for orders.
UPDATE: I spoke to Christina this afternoon. She's ok, but (I suspect) beginning to be a little overwhelmed by the enormity of what was lost, and how many little things we take for granted everyday. The good news is that everyone and the pets are ok, and the insurance is covering whatever they need. Thank God.
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July 6 is President Bush's 60th birthday, and I wish him many more.
I am truly thankful that W is our President. The Anchoress explains it better than I ever could.
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