She's so happy that it made me so happy.

True, but it wasn't shopped, which is still a huge step up.

That's the thing—I couldn't look my dad in the eye if I ever did a shitheel move like take a handicapped space that he or someone like him needed. And I'd be really, really mad if some asshat took "my dad's spot," because my dad needs it a lot more than they do.

Two thumbs waaay up.

That is epic brilliance right there.

Word. My dad is rather ill, and his eyes are going bad, so he can't see and the handicapped spaces are really necessary. I had his car the other day at Target, and had the hang-tag to use the handicapped space, and for a fraction of a second thought about using it (really fully parking lot, rainy day) until I…

Remake<>carbon copy.

Two observations

My H.S. in Anchorage was named after Robt Service, which is funny because (1) the Klondike=Canada and (2) he composed pretty mediocre doggerel on the order of a down-market Kipling, although I do so love "The Cremation of Sam McGee."

My wife got these, I think, from climbing ropes. You women have all the luck.*

I am not sure that Romney could have gotten his thumb out of his ass (and his foot out of his mouth) quickly enough to even try to use ASL.

Oh, playing the Robert Service card! You so totally win.

Has this guy never HEARD of Planned Parenthood v. Casey?

Hey, HEY! The midnight sun in Alaska rawks. That's a damned good idea. The bad idea? The Winter, and All sixty members (ha! Members, like Dick!) of the Alaska Legislature. Used to be we'd just lock 'em in Juneau and they'd leave us alone, but now they have oil moneys and think they are a state legislature and what…

Johnny Depp and Ashley Olsen? WTF? Isn't she a little bit half his age?

Some people would find this to be a particularly enticing offering.

Really. I tried to download this, and no soap. Pirate Bay?

You kids today, and your fancy internets. Why, when I was your age, we only had Playboys, and all that hair.

Gotta be a joke. Do they even have pizza in the UK? #ignorantYank

Sure! There's one ten miles from my house. Dilemma: I'm in the south, and that nasty thing powers my sweet, sweet, A/C. #firstworldproblems