from middletown ohio office. neat. i know the young obama supporters come off as insufferably idealistic and earnest but they’re organizers. in the midwest. that’s a tough gig. union/community/political organizers are an unbelievably dedicated and ass-busting bunch. it’s some of the hardest most emotionally punishing/rewarding work you’ll do.
You’d think that after having his own nipple-clamp-assisted violation so narrowly averted some years ago, Steven Spielberg would be a little more sensitive about sexual assault. But no, there he is, pinning Indy’s arms to the top of that Howard the Duck pinball machine as George Lucas, neck-wattle flapping to and fro with each greedy thrust, has his way with the squirming archaelogist. A shame.
Listani beat me to the punch. I was just banging my head aganist the screen trying to come up with something witty.
Yes. And a thousand times yes (even though I’m actually screaming “NOOOOOO! STOPPP!!!”)
Let Us Now Hate Semi-Famous Men: DEAN REYNOLDS, The Douche-raker
we did a little round up all the gloriously nasty things the blogistan has said about the twattiest reporter (this week).
And I swear to Sweet Athena of Greece: Strip me from your fucking reblog or choose to reblog someone who posted the same thing as me and you are UNFOLLOWED!
[This is good.]
“These are just traders, for fuck’s sake! At least they got paid their wages for the day! An accurate photograph of the Financial Collapse would be, maybe, some old people who had put a lot into their 401ks, and now it is all gone, just as they need money for the assisted living place, and their poor grandson needs a face implant or something. So sad!” — Ken Lanye, Wonkette.
we had season tickets for the Dodgers in the early 1990s. And i fell in love with Mike Piazza. He signed my ball and my helmet when we stayed late one night. I would come decked out every week in #31 gear. When he was traded to the Mets I couldn’t understand why. It broke my heart so bad that I never watched baseball again. Seriously!
Anyways, this was the dream team I cheered every week for. They were hot as fuck. Karos, Piazza, Martinez, Nomo, Hollandsworth
I live in Washington D.C. and this picture is pretty much the best visual metaphor for our fine district’s racial tension.
jesus' son
lou reed’s giggle right after he whinnies
‘heroinnnnnn
itss my wife/and its my liffffeee’
is the best part of a beautiful song. i am discovering velvet underground and its pretty fucking exciting.