We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Our p-rn-loving ancestors (h/t, Jungleman). It cracks me up that the anthropologists always talk about "fertility icons" and "fertility rites." Didn't it ever occur to them that our ancestors were enjoying p-orn and sexual fantasies and fun activities as much as we do? How different is it from the Theo Bedtime Totty anthropologically pictured on the right (as part of our Maggie's Fertility Rites Studies Project)?
Ellen Moncure and Joe Wong first met in school and then fell in love while living in the same dorm at the College of William and Mary. After graduation, they got married and, in 1999, moved to Washington, D.C., where they worked amid a large community of single and childless people.
Like many in their late 20s, the couple began to seek something other than exciting careers and late-night outings with friends. “D.C. was terrific,” Moncure recalled over lunch near her office in lower Manhattan. It was an extension of college. But after a while, you want to get to a different ‘place.’”
The ‘place’ Ellen and Joe looked for was not just a physical location but something less tangible: a sense of community and a neighborhood to raise their hoped-for children. Although they considered suburban locations, as most families do, ultimately they chose the Ditmas Park neighborhood of Brooklyn, where Joe had grown up.
Cutting Chrysler's ad budget is pretty funny. We wont shut it down but we're not going to spend any money to help it make money either. I'd bet a good chunk of the country already thinks they're out of business. The story kind of reminded me of an old pro baseball player I used to know. Can't remember the exact context but in conversation he spoke derisively of advertising and how it drives up the cost of products. Couldn't help but be amused at such an attitude coming from someone who's income was based significantly on marketing bucks.
Also, a fight at Waffle House and no Kid Rock? What's this country coming to...
Just as it has been with the banks from capital structure to compensation, Obama is so smart that he is an automotive expert too. Come to think of it, he is the expert in health care as well. If I had only known, I would have become a community organizer too.
Of course, he is a lawyer with self-proclaimed Constitutional expertise. Never mind that Obama has trashed our Constitution, including the illegal circumvention of contract law. Maybe the Constitution was like the stimulus bill (aka the Porking of America Bill). He didn't read it.
Re the waffle... I guess it depends on the amount of syrup that the other has in their squirt bottle.
As to pOrn... I don't remember seeing that in the caves of 'Europe'. Food seemed more important in those drawings.
And yes... the count-down. I'm not much for bulimic silicone use, not nearly as nice as the library lady. Though go here for a different point of view. And scroll arounnd... audacious, but not off the mark.