Category: yet another rant
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craptaculous
The song stuck in my head this morning is Oh What A Night. I have never liked this song. Never. I loathed it the first time I heard it. Loathed. “Hate” is too weak a word to describe my feelings toward this song. Only loathed comes close. It’s not that there’s nothing redeeming about the Read.
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direction
Hello, and welcome to “Rhetorical Phrases That Have Got to DIE!” Today’s Phrase: “The American People don’t approve of the direction in which the country is heading.” Hey, American People, guess what? The country is a vast blacktop of rock oozing up from a gash in the earth near Iceland, and it’s unstoppably headed toward Read.
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gorgeous
What a gorgeous day! I think I’ll get the bike out of the garage and take a long, slow ride through the early morning coolness as the sun slowly rises until I get to an office building that’s hermetically sealed off from fresh air and sunshine and I’ll sit in a little room for nine Read.
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tough
I’m thinking of opening a store. I would call my store “Dave’s Tough-Shit Store,” because the store’s motto would be, “You think you deserve special treatment? Tough shit.” The motto would be chiseled in stone over the entrance, and over every customer service station you would find it lovingly cross-stitched in crisp linen, framed in Read.
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blowin’
As I was scanning the headlines on NPR’s web site, my eyes flitted across a headline that turned the crank on my admittedly already-cranky disposition: “Blowin’ In The Wind Still Asks The Hard Questions.” Heavy sigh. Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say something like, “Blowin’ In The Wind Asks Needlessly Cryptic Questions That Are Read.
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mandate
Broccoli. I can’t open a newspaper, switch on the radio, or surf the internet without being reminded of the wisdom of supreme court justice Antonin Scalia, who wonders if the federal government will be forcing us all to buy broccoli soon. Gee, Mr. Scalia, would that really be so bad for anybody? Considering what the Read.
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apples
My Darling B is trying to work out how much we should pay in sales tax for all the purchases we make on the internet. According to what she found in the tax code, we do not have to pay sales tax for the subscription to the ISP that hosts this blog because we are Read.
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collapse
OMFG: Some Wall Street investors made money as the mortgage market boomed; others profited when it fell apart. Having reaped big gains during both of those turns, Greg Lippmann, a former star trader at Deutsche Bank, is now catching the next upswing: buying the same securities built from mortgages that he bet against before the Read.
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bookless
“I don’t get art,” My Darling B confessed, as we wandered from room to room at the former Madison Public Library on Saturday night. All the books and most of the shelves had been removed to a temporary location while they build the new library, and to collect a little extra dough they opened up Read.
This Is Drivel 