The news wires have a nifty little story this morning about an actress who has decided that the fact that she isn’t getting the types of roles she would like is the fault of deep pocketed internet retailer Amazon.com.
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All right slunts, here’s your damn politics/news post. Because it is really difficult for me to do these everyday, it would be helpful if I could get a couple of volunteers to help out with these. So have at it. Feel free to argue to your heart’s content about the issues of the day. Try and keep it civil or I will be forced to only post stories from Michele Malkin and the Blaze. I am not kidding. Continue reading
Well hello there Crasstalk. Hope you are ready for another exciting day. This will help you get going. Continue reading
Hi, Crassholes. As many of you probably remember, pssh is dealing with a mouse problem. Also you might remember my story about an enormous cockroach that tried to eat my bathroom a couple weekends ago. This got me thinking: everyone has a creepy crawly story to tell, and it’s close to Halloween, so why not have a Creepy Crawly Story Contest?!
There were mighty concerns at the end of last season. After a strong start, it seemed the show veered off into some odd writer-debacle ditch, felled by its own popularity and novelty. There were plot holes and too much fodder. By the end of the season, Rick and his band of survivors were lost, not just on the show, but in the mounting drama embroiling behind the scenes. Continue reading
I had some down time between watching World Cup gymnastics and the Bears game, so I did some channel surfing. When I got into the 200’s, I found OWN, the Oprah Winfrey Network. Now, this is a different network from Oxygen, the “O” network she launched a few years ago. Programming on Oxygen is sort of a rag-tag affair of “Bad Girls” shows, reality / competition shows, and infomercials.
The National Books Awards announced their nominees for the 2011 National Book Award for Young People’s Literature last Wednesday, including My Name is Not Easy by Debby Dahl, Inside Out & Back Again by Thanhha Lai, Flesh & Blood So Cheap: The Triangle Fire and its Legacy by Alfred Marrin, Okay for Now by Gary Schmidt, and Shine by Lauren Myracle. Then, a few hours later, Chime by Franny Billingsley was added to the list, for a total of six titles. The addition of a sixth title was apparently due to “a miscommunication.” The miscommunication? Apparently, Chime was meant to be a finalist. Myracle’s Shine, about a teenage girl’s quest to find those responsible for the brutal abuse of her gay one-time best friend, was not. Instead of keeping all six finalists, as it appeared for the last five days they would, the National Book Foundation asked Myracle to withdraw herself from consideration in order to “preserve the integrity” of the awards. Continue reading
In the great American pastime of keeping chickens, one must first procure housing for said fowl. Chickens are not particular in their tastes in lodging, but do need protection from predators and the elements. Prefabricated coops can be purchased, but substantial savings can be had by constructing a coop oneself. A sensible person might ask himself/herself what one needs to build said coop: lumber, nails, chicken wire, etc. However, in the true spirit of American ingenuity that embodies the best of hillbilly engineering, one instead asks “What do I have laying around the house and yard?” It might be an old piece of exercise equipment, a diaper-changing table, a broken appliance, even an old sewing machine can be put to good use as ballast. The possibilities are limited only by the engineer’s imagination. Continue reading
(Intro note for youngsters: back in Days of Long Ago, it was the custom, each Christmas, to send pretty cards to people you didn’t like well enough to write letters to, or talk to on the phone regularly.)
Where do your rights come from? The courts? The United Nations? Your employer? The ‘people in charge’? Pfft, as if.
No one is going to hand you your rights on a silver platter then check back with you later and ask if everything is still okay. Not gonna happen boychuck. Continue reading