Here and There

For doing things like this.

A blog can be proud of itself, eh? I mean, I’m sitting on top of Apple.

For that split second between opening my Gmail spam inbox and deleting all spam messages, I get a glimpse of the messages’ subject lines. They’re usually something along the lines of, “Give her what $he is beggging for,” or, “Show her your new muscle.” I never open the messages, of course, but Gmail lets you see the first few words, and they typically have nothing whatsoever to do with having or obtaining a larger penis. It’s more like, “Hugo Chavez addresses UN Secret Council.” Something like that.

Anyway, today, something stood out:

I dunno. This one kinda, sorta rings true. Should I regret deleting it?

I found that perusing this page was actually mildly entertaining.

It’s time for them to go.

That is all I’d like to say right now.

I did a search for the application, and went to its page. It said I had already added, so I navigated to the application from there, and everything seems to work again. It’s even showing up on the left under my applications.

But then I went back to my main Facebook page, and it disappeared again. I tried the search trick once again, and it wasn’t coming up. Then suddenly, it was.

I can breathe again.

Geez, Scrabs, you’re acting more bipolar than my next-door neighbor. Thanks for the scare.

From teh OMG WTF? Deptartment:

For a few minutes, it was still showing up under my applications. Now, it’s gone. I’ve logged out and back in, and nada.

Halp!

Just maybe not kickin’.

No, not an approval/disapproval, but this:

Which is dumber: The “whitey” nonsense, or the fist-jab flap?

I’m torn.

Not bad considering it’s not even 8 a.m. out here on the West Coast.

Colorado Democratic Party Chair and superdelegate Pat Waak and Oregon Democratic Party Chairwoman Meredith Wood Smith, both female human beings who, by endorsing Obama, are betraying women and their daughters everywhere, endorse Obama today.

See more sexism at Obama’s campaign site. Ignore the record numbers of donors. They’re probably all guys.

I wish there was a word for the act of picking up a dictionary, and with the hand that lifts the book, using fingers to attempt to open it to exactly the word you’re about to look up.

For example, I just consulted the dictionary to see whether Englishman is one word. I picked it up with my right hand, and my fingers did their best to approximate opening the book to the E section. Lo and behold, the page I opened began with elephantiasis, and ended in else.

* According to Webster’s New World College Dictionary, Third Edition, Englishman is, in fact, a word.

It’s a great way to spend the afternoon.

I figured it out: Bill Clinton turned so mean, so vindictive, willing to stoop so low, because his wife won’t have sex with him till she’s president (memo to Bill: it ain’t gonna happen).

Now, wait, wait, you might say. Bill has never had trouble getting nooky on the side. My response? He’s too busy campaigning for a lost cause.

The Deathwatch has her half-in, half-out. Oh noes!

We can all use them, especially those of us who foolishly believed, however briefly, that Hillary Clinton would concede to logic:

Thx: Jenna