Daily Archives: July 26, 2011
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The United States Postal Service operates at a huge loss, 8.5 billion in fiscal 2010, and is taking steps to close the gap.
We just don’t need or use our physical post offices as we once did. Our checks are directly deposited, we schedule our bill payments through our bank, we read our magazines and look at our catalogs on the internet. The volume of mail handled drops every year and the price of postage cannot keep up with the costs of maintaining post offices in nearly every zip code. Continue reading
Ah, the work bathroom.
I need that cubicle. I despise it, and hate it, and need it. Once I go in there, and close and bolt the door, I have the few minutes of privacy I need before I plunge back into the chaotic land of the workplace.
Until she comes in.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ylRplLnU84
A certain large-breasted female posted a few weeks ago regarding the trials and tribulations of being a big chested girl. Arguably, while having big boobs might put you at risk for scoliosis, they are still boobs. A life without boobs, is a sad life indeed.
You know you’ve hit rock bottom when you can’t stop crying, but you really live on the bottom when you can’t stop crying even to pee. I’m currently going through a break up after a 4 year relationship. Here are some things I’ve learned: Continue reading
Well hello there my droogs. As promised, and because you’ve been such good little nerds and nerdettes, I’ve collected up bits and pieces of news that came out of Comicon this weekend. But wait, there’s more! I couldn’t just start up a weekend edition that was more of the same great article you receive during the week. What fun would that be? So, let’s give a hearty NNR welcome to the brand new TV section! Considering all the sci-fi and fantasy programming hitting the airwaves this fall, it only makes sense. This weekend, Snow White gets serious, The Man In Black voices his concerns, Cable isn’t dead and a horror icon returns in this special Weekend Edition of the Nerd News Roundup!
A cold drink on a hot day is heaven. Whether you drop frozen berries in your glass of pinot gris, keep ice-cold beer close at hand, or cool your liver with a steady stream of gin and tonics, everyone has a summer drink. Today’s question of the day: What is your favorite summer libation?
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I know this ain’t Ezra Klein’s blog, but let’s wonk out for a moment.
Boehner’s debt ceiling plan really, really sucks. According to the president of the Center for Budget and Policy Priorities, Mr. Sobbing Spray Tan’s debt ceiling deal “could well produce the greatest increase in poverty and hardship produced by any law in modern U.S. history.”
In short, the Boehner plan would force policymakers to choose among cutting the incomes and health benefits of ordinary retirees, repealing the guts of health reform and leaving an estimated 34 million more Americans uninsured, and savaging the safety net for the poor. It would do so even as it shielded all tax breaks, including the many lucrative tax breaks for the wealthiest and most powerful individuals and corporations.
Get the deets here.
The State of Employment: Too bad suckers! If you don’t have a job already, you’re never going to get one because employers only want the employable and the employable are already employed (but, like, they’ll settle for someone who got laid off on, like, Thursday at the earliest).
“I feel like I am being shunned by our entire society,” said Kelly Wiedemer, 45, an information technology operations analyst who said a recruiter had told her that despite her skill set she would be a “hard sell” because she had been out of work for more than six months.
I am wearing pads of cottons over my baby blues, so damaged are my eyes from watching John Boehner in High Definition last night. That was my fault. I should not turned to a HD channel. I just didn’t think of it, you know? One minute I was chillin’ on the couch, playing with my new Droid3, the next minute this spectacular glow filled the living room, eclipsing the glow from my Yankee candles, exploding forward, washing over me, filling my brain like the juice of a radioactive orange. I shall heal. Worry you not about me. Continue reading