Holy socks, someone actually fell for that Nigerian banking scam. I pity anyone doing business with a law firm dumb enough to hire this broad, and I must ask again how I can know so many honest and intelligent people going around unemployed when dingbats like this one are employed. (Well, she was employed. Not so much now.)
A year ago John Perry Barlow told me that he was concerned that presenting ID at airports amounts to a Soviet-style internal passport. Want to see something else Soviet-style in the airports? Remember: You think it can’t happen to you, but you know in your heart it can. Your hope belongs to another America. There was a coup. That America died.
Support Internet Radio! Take a couple of minutes to send a letter to your Congresscritter, asking for a stay of execution on the unfair royalty rates set by the Copyright Office earlier this year. It’s simple to do and I will count it as your Good Deed for the week. Get to it!
Says here that all the world’s natural blondes will be extinct by 2202 — the victim of a too-recessed gene. Who ya gonna tell all those jokes about then, sparky?! (UPDATE 2 Oct 02: Tee hee, a hoax! Love it. Notice BTW that the debunk comes from a Seattle paper — land of the Scand.)
Repudiating your own founder over her progressive political views? How very corporate-whore of The Body Shop — not the image I think they mean their brand to project, and not an image I will support with my body-care dollars. I told ’em to let me know when they come to their senses; they’ll find me at the Burt’s Bees kiosk.
Check out SammyDMan — a nice kid, an articulate kid, getting threatened by schol administraors for keeping what they referred to repeatedly as a “b-log.” Nice to know this child’s parents’ tax dollars are being well spent to employ utter idiots, and nasty ones at that. I’m hoping to follow up with the writer himself; stay tuned.
Randy Moss: The guy plays when he wants, and apparently threatens cops when he wants. Seeing as he’s so down with the carefree lifestyle, I suggest the Vikings finally step up and give him his walking papers — not only for the good of the NFL, but so the guy can devote even more time to these productive leisure pursuits. (But can we keep a football out of his hands? Oh, wait, he did that himself during the last Vikings game. Loooooooooser.)
…in which Sweet Lou delivers the M’s best play of the season…
Some serious cheese-blogging action tonight — check the link for details. (I get back a cholesterol report <200 and all hell breaks loose around here.)
Dammit, I hadn’t even noticed the recovery and now it’s over. How many Bushes do we have to elect before someone sees the toxic pattern?