That's not the gif and this is not the post I accidentally published then erased last night. That post was started while I was in a good mood and will (or not) be finished and published (or not) when I'm in a good mood, which isn't going to be today, one of the three or four times a year I go to sleep happy and at peace and wake up dark and seething, angry that I went to sleep happy and at peace, angrier at the impotence of my darkness and seething. Let's see if this helps:
Yup but nope. Last Thursday's pints were postponed until last night. After everyone described the current stage of their obamapostasies and demdisgust, I was asked for the gigagillionth time why the fuck I'm burning my peat on a motherfucking blog. Because, I said, adding now, where better to seethe darkly and impotently?
- Serendipitously, heh.
- Chalmers Johnson versus the Empire.
- American exceptionalism.
- Government by people who hate you.
- The truth about the Confederacy.
- UPDATE! On the above.
- UPDATE! Adding, for exactly one of you, yes, Duane Ellison.
- On liberal-political commentary.
- Boatload of good links.
- Not enough attention has been given to how the District was reamed - and what it signifies on multiple levels - by the budget deal. I'll add that how the District was reamed is how Corporate would like to ream you.
- Maryland pigs and crackers.
- Is the 4-4-2 dead?
- Feral cats. Napoleon is great, thanks for asking!
- Do you really have an interest in novels? I am, at the moment, completely incapable of reading anything but poetry.
- Creative stupidity.
- The end is nigh.
- UPDATE! I have no idea what it signifies that this song just started playing in my head, because I don't like the song and I didn't like Crack the Sky.
- Six songs that were decades ahead.
- Trucker's atlas.
- Glenn Tipton.
DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB
After my night job, I sat in class and ate, every thirteen minutes, an orange peanut—butter cracker. Bright grease adorned my notes. At noon I rushed to my day job and pushed a broom enough to keep the boss calm if not happy. In a hiding place, walled off by bolts of calico and serge, I read my masters and copied Donne, Marlowe, Dickinson, and Frost, scrawling the words I envied, so my hand could move as theirs had moved and learn outside of logic how the masters wrote. But why? Words would never heal the sick, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, blah, blah, blah. Why couldn't I be practical, Dad asked, and study law— or take a single business class? I stewed on what and why till driving into work one day, a burger on my thigh and a sweating Coke between my knees, I yelled, "Because I want to!"— pained—thrilled!—as I looked down from somewhere in the blue and saw beneath my chastened gaze another slack romantic chasing his heart like an unleashed dog chasing a pickup truck. And then I spilled my Coke. In sugar I sat and fought a smirk. I could see my new life clear before me. It looked the same. Like work.
Mister computer, I know you have BDR locked up in there somewhere. I demand that you let him out!ReplyDelete
What's funny about Torres is that if one of his not-*that*-bad chances (I'd have to watch a rerun to recall if each was a mishit or a good save or what) had gone in last week, given that it was in the CL, (almost) everyone would be saying that he's back, fantastic signing, etc.ReplyDelete
Thus, surprise at having left him on and taking Drogba off instead though, man, that link Wilson provided, way higher percentage of Torres' goals on the ground than I had assumed.
Novels? In the same boat, verse and historical non-fiction. I can't even remember what the last novel I read. Not remembering seems to be a running theme here. Shit, I'm turning into Admiral Stockdale.
Torres doesn't fit Chel$ki's system. I think they they signed him just to keep ManUtd or City from signing him.ReplyDelete
Mucking Fadrid is the only side I'd ever root for Chel$ki to beat.
While saying the Civil War was about slavery is a gross oversimplification, the Civil War was, in fact, about slavery. The state secession documents are a valuable lesson in primary sourcing on this issue. Had the Internet been then what it is now, we'd have laughed Duane out of town.ReplyDelete
Though it's still fascinating to me that an unreserved Marxist taught us that the war wasn't about slavery. I attribute it to his other-side-of-the-river origins (and continuing domicile).