@canwithnoname:disqus : Bulk mail is given a discounted rate and is meant to be subsidized by first class postage fees.  Not only is it a staggering waste of natural resources, but it is also a money-losing tide of nonsense that threatens to overwhelm sorting and delivery systems, while clogging mailboxes with tons of…

Look in ya haaaht… I'm prayin-guh to you!

"Damn it, Fitzgerald— I mean, Klum— we can't shoot adjectives!"

I remember reading that, after the high-profile violent outbursts, the USPS did a complete overhaul of its employee grievance system, and employee satisfaction, well, didn't soar, but steadied.

@avclub-146bc30c345d31f3468fec764a1970e1:disqus  You are entirely correct, but I would be willing to lay down money that the DS9 writers' room had WWII aviators in mind when they put pen to PADD.

It's not about the money.  The NFL is trying to scare future performers into compliance.

LIKE.

Though Bond was at that point in the franchise eternal and unchanging, I always had the impression that the Dalton Bond had been at the job longer than the others and was getting fed-up with all the bullshit.  He's meaner, more violent, more insubordinate and about ready to throw up his hands and say "fuck it" in…

Don't forget Wayne Newton.  Not his only cinematic villain role, either!

I assume they're referencing "going the whole nine yards", which involved a fighter plane firing every last round of its nine-yard compliment of bullets.

@avclub-9024f9f0a80d2d248c7c6efb2e715c37:disqus : My cat is around seven now, and the vet keeps sending me notices that call her a "senior pet".  It prompts me to pick her up and remind her that she's not allowed to die; she rarely pays attention.

Plus it's one of the few fields left where that kind of attitude is tolerated.  My car mechanic doesn't hassle me when I try to mimic the noise my engine is making, a tailor doesn't make fun of me for not knowing how to sew buttons… I mean, if everyone had even general IT knowledge these punk-asses wouldn't have jobs.

Nah, this is one of those times someone is being crushed emotionally and financially, for realsies, by their ex-partner.

ASU students need a little water in their flip flops from time to time.  Fuck the Sun Devils.  Also, fuck flip flops.

Hey, I'm quitting my job in the winter, taking a modest savings, and moving to Portland!  I'm also a bit worried that having an out-of-state address is turning off potential employers, though I've managed to land a few phone interviews.

I've gotten into a little obsessive-compulsive rut, where I always say three things to my cat before leaving the apartment for the day:

It's fun having a pack of Blackjack gum.  No one ever asks me for a stick.

The Devil.

Someone was trying to describe a movie to me.

Because like me, you've been living in the past, fantasizing about a little Lilith/Diane action?