Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
As I explained on the Hello Kitty of Blogging (I think there’s a registration required to read that)…it’s named after a plot device from the first season of South Park.
Real simple rule. Fifteen items on your Christmas list, that means you want fifteen things that have nothing whatsoever to do with each other. Not a single item on the list is functionally connected to any other item, in any way whatsoever.
If an item is upgradeable, then that’s great. Start with the basic item. Christmas is for basics.
None of this nonsense about “You bring me a steering column for a Bugatti Veyron, and you bring me a gas pedal for a Bugatti Veyron, and you bring me a glove compartment door for a Bugatti Veyron…” hoping to snap it all together on December 24, when every single retail outlet in the entire Western hemisphere is going to be shut up tight for the next thirty-six hours…and then…if EVERYTHING goes perfectly right, you & everybody else can have a decent, un-ruined Christmas.
And your parents get to struggle with the “Omigosh” stress throughout every single minute of every hour of every day from Thanksgiving forward, struggling to no avail to manage this project as complicated and involved as your average Space Shuttle launch. Does it take a special battery? Does it require a special memory pack? Omigosh!
Fifty things on the wish list, fifty things that have nothing to do with each other. Nice & simple. If you want something that costs fifteen hundred smackers once everything’s all bought up to make it go, grow a pair & write it down that way. As one item.
I’m recording this sensible opinion of mine right here, so it won’t be forgotten in the Christmases yet to come. Baby Jesus wasn’t even able to put together a list. Perspective, people.
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But it’s ONLY a little tax, and only on the REALLY rich, and only for the duration of the war.
“Take all of someone else’s stuff and give it to me.”
No!
“Alright, let’s compromise, beat them up, and give me HALF of their stuff”
No!
“Moooooomeeeeeeee!!!, I can’t GIVE a fair share of stuff to…um… “for the children”, because THEY are unwilling to even compromise with me.”
How about…
“Let’s you and him fight, I’ll LET the winner pleasure ME.”
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- CaptDMO | 12/13/2011 @ 15:13