Update:
It would be funny if it wasn’t so scary – Bill Clinton thinks we should just blow up the BP well. Yep, let’s just blow it up. That will help.
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There was a guy who I’d have beaten up in a fraction of a second if asked to. That song churning through my head like a paddle through so much rancid butter.
Thanks to Inscrutable Half-Breed (co-worker) I can pass this on to you: A source of great comfort, a list of things that we can be happy and joyful about, even though we may be howlingly miserable inside, these things will take away your angst and pain.
The 24,504 Worst Pieces
of Advice Ever Published
Seanbaby at Cracked.com had a good review of the above link and he made something beautiful in one paragraph…
It doesn’t seem like she moved any items around after churning out the whole list, so sometimes you’ll hit patches where you can watch her mind go down a long path. Hmm, things to be happy about… drug stores, getting back correct change, headlines at the checkout line, clerks not calling out for a price check on Vagisil, applying soothing cream, rereading confusing instructions, applying soothing cream, making awkward eye contact with cats, surprise guests. – Seanbaby at Cracked.com
“[R]ecently … I read a profoundly depressing story in the New York Times about how ‘some educators and other professionals who work with children’ don’t think kids should have best friends. ‘I think it is kids’ preference to pair up and have that one best friend. As adults — teachers and counselors — we try to encourage them not to do that,’ said Christine Laycob, director of counseling at a St. Louis day school. ‘We try to talk to kids and work with them to get them to have big groups of friends and not be so possessive about friends. Parents sometimes say Johnny needs that one special friend,’ she continued. ‘We say he doesn’t need a best friend.‘ As a result of this thinking, best friends are broken up. Buddies are put on separate teams, assigned different classes, etc. It’s not quite the sort of thing cult leaders and North Korean prison guards do, but in principle it’s not too far off either. The response from across the ideological spectrum on the Web has mostly been outrage and disgust. … For the record, I think removing best friends from childhood is a barbarous and inhumane act, akin to amputating a limb from an athlete. You can still have a childhood without a best friend, just as you can still be an athlete without a leg. But why would you voluntarily make someone’s life so much harder? … The most offensive part of this whole enterprise is that it is aimed at making life easier for administrators, not better for kids.” –columnist Jonah Goldberg














As I said at H&B, if anyone knows about blowing, it’s Billy
A friend of mine gave me Anna Quindlen’s “A Short Guide to a Happier Life” for my birthday one year. It is 64 pages long, and after reading the second page, I figured out what could make me deliriously, blessedly happy: tearing each page out, and using them for papier mache. Seriously, she counsels one to go outside and read with the sun shining down on you. Because we all know going blind from the page glare while being burned to a crisp is soooo good for you.
As for the kids being separated from their best friends….it’s not only easier on the administrators, it is also easier to foster a feeling that the STATE is the one that will take care of your needs, be them emotional or physical.
And humidors… don’t forget ol’ WJC knows all about humidors, too.
Oh, ICK…..
Bill and Hillary must have a really healthy relationship to have survived some of the details that came out of the aftermath.
(nods head energetically and idiotically)
Don’t nod too energetically.
And if by “healthy” you mean “power-driven”, then yeah.
I tried to do some home remodeling over the weekend – better to get it done before Cruel Wife and kidlets return this week.
(1) I want to die.
(2) If I nod too hard my head will fall off.
I was pretty much by myself this past weekend. It was a bit eerie. Heard everything, even the silence
EXACTLY! Even the silence is deafening, strangely enough.