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...
A tip for women who share a dwelling with any sort of male: Yes, you do have an obligation to remember where you put something if you’re the one who moved it “out of the way” or whatever.
Asking “Why do you need it?” in response to “Where is” means one thing to the male mind: You don’t really live here. A home, after all, is a place you can put something down, and not have to worry about touching it every day or two (or fastening it to something) to remind the world that you’re somehow associated with it.
And in response to “Where is”: Protesting how unfair it is that you should be asked where the thing is, when heck, it’s been a whole six weeks or more since the guy even noticed it was gone…well…that’s even worse. That means “You should have rented a storage locker, or better yet got a place of your own, six weeks ago.”
It’s sad, in a humorous sort of way, that some women just don’t get this.
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That’s why I live alone. More women than I care to admit have used the same logic, and I find it unacceptable. My current lady has her own house, and I have mine. Works out much better. A side benefit is that I’m not looking for the crummy old worn out tennis shoes that I use as slippers that have been tossed in the trash because they were crummy and worn out…
- Frank the Wanderer | 05/02/2014 @ 06:17The current Mrs. Freeberg ALWAYS remembers where she put things. And when she moves things out of the way, it’s because they really, truly, were in the way.
Of course, she is a woman, still. Which means when she puts things in the “wrong” place, that place becomes, in that instant, the right place. It’s a little like the President of the United States declassifying information. I suspect that’s why she can unload the dishwasher about ten times faster than I can, although I can’t prove it.
- mkfreeberg | 05/02/2014 @ 06:27