Wednesday, May 26, 2010
THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
GROSS.
Monday, May 24, 2010
PICTURE THIS.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
NEW ROOMMATE.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
THREE GIFTS.
Friday, May 21, 2010
A MUST READ.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
TYPOHNO.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
TEAM MEMPHIS AIDS WALK.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
SH*TTY KIDS.
DON'T BUY NON-ORGANIC STRAWBERRIES IN CA.
Ever wondered exactly how powerful the biggest corporate lobbies are? In Washington, note that Republicans support suspected terrorists' "right" to purchase guns, even while maintaining that no other part of the U.S. Constitution or the Geneva Conventions apply to them. And in Sacramento, a pesticide so cancer-causing that it's often used specifically to create cancer in rats for medical experiments was just approved for use on the state's strawberry crop.
The state's own Department of Pesticide Regulation had advised in a report against approving the gas, methyl iodide. And 50 Nobel prize winners asked the U.S. EPA not to approve it. (It did.) According to farmers, there are a number of alternatives to the stuff, including solarization, anaerobic soil disinfestation and natural pesticides. And it's especially important to use safe materials only in strawberries, which hold the chemicals they're treated with. (More background in this TGL post.)
Lobbying for methyl iodide, we have a single company, the largest pesticide manufacturer in the world, Arysta LifeScience. The Strawberry Growers Commission — the people who employ the people who'd be breathing the stuff in — had weakly declined to take a position.
Read more: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/green/detail?entry_id=62991#ixzz0nHKhzOvT
Sunday, May 16, 2010
I'M BACK.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
DEEP THOUGHT.
A TEXTUAL EXCHANGE.
Monday, May 10, 2010
FIVE HUNDO.
Friday, May 7, 2010
HUSH UP, YOU.
Now Don’t Hear This
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
SANCHEZ WAS BORN DE MAYO.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
WHOOMP.
Monday, May 3, 2010
THAT'S IT.
I was just sitting there. After a long, stressful day I was relaxing, eating my delicious cookie (the second one that I got for free, so it was even MORE delicious than a normal cookie), flipping through my New Yorker, and relishing in the fact that I was going to be crawling into my bed and passing out in a matter of minutes. And then he just walked right in, just strolled right by me like it was noooo big thing. He didn’t even think about the fact that he was, "disturbing my peace" (as my neighbor Yolanda likes to yell out the window as she disturbs the entire city of New York’s peace, mind you). He walked right in front of me, didn’t say hello, didn’t acknowledge my existence, didn’t apologize for ruining my one moment of quiet in the entire day, and parked it. He stood there inches from me and just stopped.
I. Was. Horrified.
No response.
“Ummm, P’squeeze me! You have a lot of nerve coming up this close to me without being freaked out! I am exhausted and not in the mood to deal with this and it is just like a man for you to come in and ruin my moment and take up space and ignore me with your tough exterior! I am so over this! Can’t you see I am eating here? I am so over you being everywhere and nowhere at once! You are always following me and you always show up at the most inopportune moments like when I’m eating! Or taking a shower! Why can’t you show up when I AM GONE! Oh, wait, you probably do that, too!"
Yeah, I told him. I told him real good.
But again, he said nothing and just sat there like he was on a lounge chair or the toilet.
“YOU ARE A COWARD!” I yelled as I grabbed a napkin and brought my fist down onto the counter.
I missed.
I tried one more time, chasing him down the hallway, and missed again.
I gave up. I walked back into the kitchen, feeling like a disgruntled loser for blowing my top and having bad slamming aim. I finished my cookie.
Next time I am not going to use my words or my fists. Next time, I am just going to get out the spray.
Mr. Cockroach, your days are numbered.
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- ANOTHER WINNER.
- A MUST READ.
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- I act on stage with real people and real musicians as opposed to starring opposite my cousins and the soundtrack from Pippi Longstocking. I love music, champagne, hot toddies, and NPR. And I am a black belt in like, everything.