I was given my kindle as a gift, and was dubious at first since I love a paperback. After a couple of weeks of using it I can’t be parted from it- it comes everywhere with me in my handbag and I love it. Enjoy!!
I *love* my Kindle. I bought my first one a few years ago when I was going on a 6 week backpacking trip, and haven’t gone back! I have upgraded (and replaced the upgrade when I forgot it in a hostel in Phnom Penh) and especially love the Kindle Paperwhite I got last year.
Not base consumerism at all when you are supporting authors by purchasing their books and also expanding your mind. I am in the same boat as you with more books than bookshelves, so +1 for saving trees and the walking space in your home.
Lacking any usable wort from which to distill even a wee dram of Code 45* to slake our thirst for secret messages today, the regular C45* will not be appearing. However, we heard on Twitter today that our cranky pal 45* (aka Orange-is-the-New-Fifth-Columnist) spent most of his day preparing for and engaging in another…
Being Canadian, the Code 45* team is sometimes confused by the nuances of your American political system. However, we are aware of the rather mysterious practice known as “midterm elections”, and we know the next of them will go down in November 2018. We are also aware that this will involve contests for all the seats…
No one will be shocked to learn that the Code 45* today is all about a crazy fucker from Alabama without an ounce of integrity or scruples. (No, not the one that looks like an evil little possum, the more recent one.) Two days ago, Politico reported that recent GOP polling shows “Roy Moore is cratering.” In a stunning…
Going with only the selected tweets above, today’s Code 45* would be rather pedestrian. Something about malevolent Baby Huey being too fucking stupid to trade in a used car, let alone broker a global economic deal, blah, blah, blah. But there’s way more going on in Trump’s Twitter world today that didn’t make it into…
Today’s Code 45* reveals the wistful musings of the coppery boy-king as he ponders returning to both the drudgery of work and to the sight and sounds of all the many, many people who really, really fucking hate him. It all seems so unbearable and nasty after being so richly cocooned in the bestest, funnest trip ever.…
Today’s Code 45* tells us that while Alex Azar may be the new guy at HHS, the taxpayers better watch out, because 45* is signalling that we haven’t seen the last of that jet-setting prick Tom Price just yet. I have it on good authority that Price has been grovelling at the Schamberg-diseased feet of the…
Crazy how much people overthink how complicated this all is.
I certainly hope he is finally held accountable, I just don’t want to get my hopes up.
He’ll always be able to cast his movies in Europe. They’re so much less uptight about these things./ s
You have some VERY STRANGE ways of using CAPITAL LETTERS in your POST. Also, you are STRANGELY SYMPATHETIC to a CHILD MOLESTER. Once upon a time Americans agreed that SEXUAL ASSAULT and CHILD MOLESTATION were WRONG, but Republicans are NOT SO SURE anymore.
About time he put himself in his viewers’ shoes.
The Code 45* crew has long been aware of (and rather repulsed by, quite frankly) the bloated sack’s penchant for preening and mugging. His trips abroad seem to increase the frequency with which he indulges this one of his many narcissistic traits. China especially provides a number of backdrops that exacerbate this…
So you’re going to act oblivious to the fact that Jez didn’t make these rumors up and wasn’t the first who posted one? The victims didn’t want to put their names to their accounts but they were nonetheless talking. That talk was newsworthy in and of itself. Jez claimed there were rumors because there were rumors.
Not to mention the whole Jian Ghomeshi fuckery. We’re not free of it in Canadian arts either.
45*’s subconscious, whose allegiance to its half-melted Creamsicle host is up and down like a toilet seat at a frat party, is rebelling again. You might have noticed that sometimes the Code 45* reflects the awful things that Orange believes, and sometimes it is a medium through which his more pragmatic subconscious…
Somebody out there, come pick up your middle-aged accountant dad, he’s drunk, harassing women and undergoing a WTF midlife crisis.