Category: yet another rant
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BSG
I stayed up way past my bedtime last night watching Battlestar Galactica: Blood and Chrome, a television show so special it went straight to YouTube before they broadcast it on the SyFy Network. In a few words: Looks great, stupid as hell. Or how about this: War movie cliche mashup in space. And there’s this: Read.
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twists
It appears that my weekend will begin with a plumbing emergency. After brewing the morning pot o’ coffee, I tramped down the stairs to the basement to check on the two batches of beer that were still happily fermenting away on the work bench. As I passed the basement sink, the dark, wet stain around Read.
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plastic
And the greatest arrogance of all: Save the planet! What? Save the planet? We haven’t learned how to care for one another, but we’re going to save the planet? Besides, there is nothing wrong with the planet. The planet is fine! The people are fucked. Compared to the people, the planet is doing great! The Read.
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debates
I watched the presidential debates Tuesday night, not because I was interested in listening to the same old crap coming out of the mouths of the candidates but, honestly, because I felt guilty about not taking a more active part in the democratic process. What did I learn? Something very important, really. It turns out Read.
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moderation
I would be such a terrible moderator for presidential debates. “Let’s stay on topic, please.” “Would you please answer the question, sir?” “Stick to the facts without trying to spin them, please.” “Hold on: Do you have any statistics on that?” “Time, sir.” “Time, gentlemen.” “Time, goddammit, time! TIME!” Read.
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rosie
There’s something so wrong about using the iconic image of Rosie the Riveter to sell crappy beer. Read.
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moocher
I got a phone call from a moocher this morning. Stand on a street corner with a cardboard sign, or make the most of technology and call me on the phone; either way, you’re just a moocher if you’re begging me for money. It was so unusual for the phone to ring any time before Read.
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can’t wait till it’s over
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but apparently there’s this election coming up? If you haven’t heard, then I’m just going to assume you don’t have a television or radio and you live miles from anyone who does and you don’t have a car and you never talk to anybody and, as far as you’re Read.
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playground
Whoah. What the hell is this? It must be Dr. No’s man cave! Who else but a mad scientist would need to know the time in five time zones as he relaxes in the basement of his volcano island headquarters after a long day of scheming his way towards world domination? Who else but an Read.
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pints
I check out the shelves of the thrift store at Saint Vincent de Paul’s at least once a week. It’s just a few blocks from the office where I work and I need to get out of that office and take a walk every day or my head will asplode and the cleaning crew hates Read.
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