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Like (Orig. to enjoy or a word to compare two things.) 1. A term used by many junior high and high school students for having a crush. 2.(v.) same as "said" or "spoke" 3.In some teenage girls, a word spoken in between each word in a sentence. 1.Hey Jane, I heard that John likes you. Yeah, he really wants you. 2.". . .and so Strongbad was like, 'And the dragon comes in the NIIIIIIIIIGGGGHHT!'" 3. "Yeah, like, i think, like, N Sync is, like, sooooooo, like, cool and, like, dreamy."-some girl Like A meaningless word used in teen-age American speech which may indicate, among other things a gap in thinking or brain functioning; a contemporary equivalent of "uh" or "um". "He was like, about the same age as me, but like, I wasn't sure what he, like, wanted to do with me." like Every third word used in the LA and Orange County areas of Southern California. Like what time is it? Like I have no clue. Like then I was like this and then I was like that and then I was like why are you looking at me like that and then she was like... Like, OMG what are you doing? Like, wtf language is that that they speak. Like, can you like answer like that like question? like In the UK we call this a comma. Used mostly to introduce a qoute, it is also used randomly by irritating teenagers and people who dropped out of school or have never read a book above the literary standard of Guns 'n' Ammo. It can be exchanged with a number of other phrases, including I was all. 1. To introduce a quote: So I was like, "duuuude" and he was all "baaaabe". 2. Randomly: Like, oh my God, that is, like, so wrong.

Typo of the Day: BBC News Reports on the Large 'Hardon' Collider http://thedailywh.at/2015/04/typo-day-bbc-news-reports-large-hardon-collider/

http://m.disclose.tv/action/viewvideo/122982/Dr_Strangelove__Ending/#DTV

As a rabid Hillary fan, I find this worryingly on the mark. Is Hillary Clinton Any Good at Running for President? New York Magazine ...Pat Buchanan, the venerable Republican operative who advised Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan, likes to assess politicians as political athletes. Putting aside ideologies, policy preferences, even personalities, how do they perform on the political playing field? "It's charisma, charm, savvy," he says. "Being a political athlete is having an extra dimension -- it's not learned; you're born with it." In Buchanan's long career, the greatest political athletes he's encountered have been John F. Kennedy, Reagan, Bill Clinton, and Barack Obama. "They're naturals: Roy Hobbs or Mickey Mantle," he says. Hillary, in Buchanan's view, is the furthest thing from a natural: "She's like Pete Rose, who has to grind out every hit." The grind can be obvious watching Clinton on the campaign trail. In her two successful Senate races and her unsuccessful presidential run in 2008, she often struggled to exhibit the basic qualities required of politicians. "Let's remember who she's beaten in her career: Rick Lazio and John Spencer," says a Democratic consultant who has worked for and against Hillary. "The only time she's run against anyone decent, she's lost." Where most pols project warmth, she often runs cold. Her speeches can be leaden and forced. She tightens up in unscripted moments. Above all, she bristles at what the public and the press now want most from politicians: authenticity. As she said in a press-conference soliloquy during her 2000 Senate campaign, "'Who are you?' and all of that. I don't know if that is the right question. Even people you think you know extremely well, do you know their entire personality? Do they, at every point you're with them, reveal totally who they are? Of course not. We now expect people in the public arena to somehow do that. I don't understand the need behind that."... "She's a schemer and a planner and a plodder," says the GOP consultant Rick Wilson, who worked for Rudy Giuliani during his aborted 2000 Senate campaign against Clinton. "You need people like that in politics, but most of the time they end up as campaign strategists, not candidates." Buchanan is more blunt: "She reminds me of Nixon." http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2015/04/hillary-clinton-2016-campaign.html?mid=facebook_nymag

10 Medieval rabbits that hate Easter and want to kill you Around this time of year you might think of rabbits as cuddly-wuddly lickle fluffykins that hide Easter eggs, but in the Middle Ages they didnt give you chocolate, they murdered you. http://www.thepoke.co.uk/2015/04/05/10-medieval-rabbits-didnt-mess-around/

Well, where else to put this? http://www.veranda.com/luxury-lifestyle/a1103/joan-rivers-nyc-apartment-for-sale/?src=spr_FBPAGE&spr_id=1455_164696536

As Arthur Clarke said, Just mildly cheerful.

AGHH! Just ran out of Likes! So -- LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE

Jack Benny and Rod Serling parody The Twilight Zone!

Is 10% of the population really gay? Drawing on the widest survey of sexual behaviour since the Kinsey Report, David Spiegelhalter, in his book Sex By Numbers, answers key questions about our private lives. Here he reveals how Kinsey's contested claim that 10% of us are gay is actually close to the mark http://www.theguardian.com/society/2015/apr/05/10-per-cent-population-gay-alfred-kinsey-statistics

From the classic flick "The Groove Tube."

Only funny because of how arrogant he was about his looks.

Not really a joke at all.

Each to his own preversions.

Those too!

HAH! Makes me think of one of the many caveats against the proposed Nicaragua canal -- that it would let venomous Pacific sea snakes infiltrate the Caribbean.

Pretty sure that is not Chris Atkins in Suckrates' post above. That certainly is him in honest Annie's though.

The Idea of Order at Key West Wallace Stevens She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. The sea was not a mask. No more was she. The song and water were not medleyed sound Even if what she sang was what she heard, Since what she sang was uttered word by word. It may be that in all her phrases stirred The grinding water and the gasping wind; But it was she and not the sea we heard. For she was the maker of the song she sang. The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea Was merely a place by which she walked to sing. Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew It was the spirit that we sought and knew That we should ask this often as she sang. If it was only the dark voice of the sea That rose, or even colored by many waves; If it was only the outer voice of sky And cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled, However clear, it would have been deep air, The heaving speech of air, a summer sound Repeated in a summer without end And sound alone. But it was more than that, More even than her voice, and ours, among The meaningless plungings of water and the wind, Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres Of sky and sea. It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea, Whatever self it had, became the self That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we, As we beheld her striding there alone, Knew that there never was a world for her Except the one she sang and, singing, made. Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know, Why, when the singing ended and we turned Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights, The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there, As the night descended, tilting in the air, Mastered the night and portioned out the sea, Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles, Arranging, deepening, enchanting night. Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon, The makers rage to order words of the sea, Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred, And of ourselves and of our origins, In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.

DO have one of mine.

To remark on especially peculiar posts.

(Pardon our hijack. To coin a phrase. )