Milkweed plants used to be everywhere around these parts. Fields turned into housing developments with names like Appletree Grove and such. Machines spray along the highways. Monarch butterflies loved them. Every summer, swarms. And now the plants have been eradicated because they're "weeds" and no more Monarchs. I am…
Seems as if there is a Nuclear Power School close by.
I want to give congratulations. Mad Men will be on soon enough.
There is at least one Internets Cowboy/Robert Anton Wilson type company out there. Heh, they think they're the Clint Eastwoods of the scene.
It is a forward-thinking type of situation, considering the whole "it's ok to still make fun" in the cultural way, which is why I added an article that referenced the latest, to my knowledge, government guidelines and sociological research.
Yep. It's one the the things the is right about Gawker and most of the commenter community—the honest feedback and the compassion. Hearing the first-person story makes often makes honesty the only policy.
And yet so creepy as in gaslighting. As in cultural pathology. Or, maybe, truth-telling. It's a very texty way of getting at someone you must, in some way, lack trust.
Well, to quote Brian Moylan, if this isn't "the greatest sociological experiment" of our time, I don't know what is. Add some really messed up commercial about girls going to summer camp. MTV? It was like, "Mom, I'm so hung-over, and we tied X to a tree!!!! LOL. Isn't this so funny?"
Understand your frustration. I also had an interesting experience with U Haul unable to respond according to agreement.
Well, hello and thanks. I started reading Gawker for the comments and vids that resulted in all day laughing. Or thinking, as in all day, trying to come up with some sort of response to trenchant comments above and beyond the usual discourse. Sure, there will be dramatic dismissals and so on. Even T.S. Eliot was a…
No surprise, but I've been a prison visitor for reason similar to yours. All hell broke loose when my young daughter banged her nose on the cafeteria type table and started bleeding. It was a panic. Medics, total panic. All in all, it brought the reality of prison life home.
Have to agree. Snooping implies there is something very wrong and not a normal curiosity where you can discuss such matters.
See my post on Trail of Tears and Mears. I love her because she's a Canadian wonder.
Because, yes, she is better than Mensa.
Yes I did notice. The thing was it slipping past my radar.