No bathroom humor. Just snow. I know Uncle Crappy’s friends in Cleveland are already tired of seeing it (DD, on Tuesday night: “Every time they tell us there’s an inch coming, we get a freakin’ half-foot.”) but as I’ve mentioned, there hasn’t been enough here to satisfy my tastes. But that should get fixed starting… Read More dump.
I’ve got a ton to say about last night’s Phil show — mostly along the lines of “Holy Shit!” — as well as what it means in the context of the current Internet Archive issues. While I’m working on that, here’s some other stuff to consider. New York Times story that ran today. Rolling Stone… Read More food for thought.
A penis? Nah, that’s a little harsh. But I would agree that he’s occasionally guilty of being a dumbass.
Res ipsa loquitur. That’s latin, with a literal translation of “the thing speaks for itself.” It’s used as a legal term, meaning roughly that negligence is proven by the act itself. It’s also one of the taglines Hunter S. Thompson frequently used to wrap up one of his observations, i.e. “The presidency of George W.… Read More requiescat in pace.
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