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Hop in, Ratty. The Weasels are taking over the Hall !

Maybe he could go sit on the FISA Court. Or something.

Wonder if those skid marks will help or hurt his chances. Around here it could go either way.

Perhaps if I just lightly tap the 'Reply' button . . . Shit!

From Paragon to Whiz Kid in fewer than 300 posts!

Lee Ingleby, from a BBC miniseries called Nature Boy which he shot in 2000 when he was 24.

Couldn't agree more! A real gift you have given your Moms. BW, hope you get some helpful info. Sounds like Dame Fortune put this evening out into your hands and hopefully has a few more pleasant surprises up her sleeve. Happy Birthday!

Unless you buy the Fetish Kit ($950), I believe you'll have to provide all the smells yourself. That bottled stuff that TownsendPLocke found a while back may do the trick but I'd worry it could peel the hair off the taint.

I thought the linked Merkel article was quite good, and am still pondering it. I am also happy to look at Deutchses twink-links till the cows come home, even when they warn of an era that I'd rather not see repeated anywhere. I've been guilty of posting what I thought were timely articles without having yet formed my opinions let alone being ready to share them, so I sure can't fault anyone else who might lob one onto the field early on and hold comments till later. Happily, though, this thread reminds me of a story in a book I'm currently reading about the old Bell Labs. It was told by a very bright scientist who many believe purposely tried to be as opaque as possible: . . . there are two men sitting in a meeting where a man is making a presentation. And when the man finishes, one guy in the back turns to the other and says, 'What was he talking about?' And the other says, 'I don't know, he didn't say.'

I wish Senator Feinstein would start worrying about what the CIA is up to instead of who's finding out about it. It seems like she fancies herself part of a Star Chamber.

Suit yourself.

Yeah, they're here. Who's calling?

I wonder how many times his parents had to move.

Tomcal, you're amazing! I bet Reuters would kill for an image archive like yours.

As you say, OZ, certain acts rise to the level of a boycott for some yet not for others. I was only dimly aware of the Chick-fil-A brand until their CEO started flinging his anti-gay cash and rhetoric around and then I vowed he'd never get a red cent out of me. But I still had this incredible urge to try one of their chicken sandwiches just to see what all the fuss was about. Last year, when I was traveling to one of the states where they do business, I got as far as the parking lot and sat there torn between my desire to go in and buy one and my pledge never to put a penny in his pocket. Imagine my surprise when I saw what looked like a perfectly good chicken sandwich, still in the wrapper, lying right next to the dumpster. I thought this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity just to taste one, with the pickle on top, without having to actually buy one. I'm not proud of this, but I slid out of the car, slinked over by the dumpster and picked it up, hoping no one would see me. That's when I realized that somebody had pissed on it. We must have missed each other by minutes.

He didn't by any chance leave a forwarding address?

I think it's easy to talk past one another on this issue as it's really two issues: Eich's right to donate to an anti-gay cause, which he has; and my right to boycott his company, which I have. It's not either/or. It's both. A few days ago, I heard a local newscaster who said that Mozilla competes for a generally progressive San Francisco workforce that wants their company to reflect those values, and it wouldn't be considered 'cool' to work for Eich. Personally, I'm happy with Safari.

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The swimmers have me stumped but I think I might be picking up something on the OP.

Be sure and check your hand towels after they leave.

I sure hope it wasn't anything we said.

Well, perhaps he can find redemption and forgiveness for his anti-gay marriage donation. But Javascript?

Glad you found someone to take over the 'suicide seat'. I hope he at least got an extra bag of peanuts.

Had I taken this quiz in the semi-rural parts of India where I spent a couple of years, I'd also have needed the 'zero option'. Water and a finger were often the only means available. Good thing too, as Indian toilet paper outside the luxury hotels was usually made from a gossamer blend of parchment and dust with just enough waxiness to guarantee a smear rather than a good scrub. I believe that those traditional water-users with excellent aim and an enthusiastic launch could dispense with the finger altogether, though it was still considered bad form to eat, or to offer something, with one's left hand. And, once again, I am indebted to the worthy posters who are kind enough to launch and nurture these coprophagistic threads whenever there's a lull in the conversation.

I never felt unsafe flying and I don't now. But I did enjoy it much more prior to 9/11. Today, it's the closest thing to a cattle car experience without the actual bovine camaraderie. Once I'm on the plane, I have little problem with cramped quarters and lack of amenities. But the experience of actually getting inside the plane is nearly unbearable. I remember the glory days of traveling for business in the seventies. It was a matter of pride to leave the office less than an hour before flight time, walk into the airport ten minutes before and know that I could sprint to the gate, check in, and squeeze through the doors just as they were closing. Flying was something to look forward to then and now it's drudgery. But, again, it's not the experience in the plane that queers the deal. It's the process of actually getting to the point of buckling up. On the plus side, I pay three hundred dollars for a coach seat today just as I did then, forty years ago.