Not much posting going on

I haven't had much to blog about.

I feel like it's just all the same old blah blah blah and who wants to read that? If it's boring to me, it's boring to you.

And I don't want to be one of those people who just posts pictures of her pets with cute little captions.

I don't want to be one of those people who just complains in every post, either.

I'm afraid I've just lost interest in it. It needs a shtick.

I'll get back to you ...

The false sense of security from your car

Tonight, on my way home, I saw a grown man pick his nose and then eat the booger.

Yeah, I know.

He sort of relished it, too. He didn't just put his finger directly into his mouth. No. Instead, he licked it.

A few times.

Then the light turned green.

He was about 50, and looked perfectly average in every way. He was driving a newer model Subaru.

I guess he was just so secure in the comfort of his car that he thought no one else would be able to see him. Even from 6 feet away. On a brightly lit street.

??

So there is a bit of justice left

Jury finds that Ward Churchill was wrongly fired by CU.

You can't just fire someone for speaking their mind, assholes. Nice try.

Money clearly isn't everything

So she's adopting a boy from Africa. So what?

The real news is: WHAT THE HELL HAS SHE DONE TO HER FACE?





2009. Look how thin she is. What the hell happened to her? Why would she do this to herself?

Proof positive that money isn't everything.

Yay for the extra cigarette tax!

Yay, for the extra cigarette tax! A bump from 39 cents to $1.01 might be enough to convince some to quit and others to not begin in the first place.

I hate cigarette smoke. I completely support someone's choice to smoke, and what they do in the privacy of their own home or car is their business. But when I'm in public, I don't want to breathe it. I choose not to smoke, so why should I have to breathe someone else's smoke?

I wish people knew how BAD they smell when they smoke. When someone flicks the end off of their ciggie and puts the stub back in the box before boarding my train, I can smell it through the cab door, even if they're clear at the back end of the train. When I'm chatting with someone, and they take a box of cigarettes out of their pocket, I'm backing up before the lighter even comes out, trying to cut the conversation short so I can get out of range. It sticks to your clothes and hair long after you've put it out.




And the butts! THROW YOUR BUTTS IN THE TRASH CAN! They're everywhere! The world is not your trash can! Stop at a red light, and look down on the ground. Hundreds of them. Waiting for a train? Look in the ballast of the tracks. Yuck! Please, please, please, put your butts in the trash.

We all pay for smokers. My insurance rates will rise as long as cancer, emphysema and heart disease rise. That's not really fair to people who don't smoke and who try to take care of their bodies.

And you'd have to be an idiot to smoke with everything we know about smoking in this day and age, so putting a cigarette in your mouth doesn't make you look cool or sexy or like a rebellious badass; it just makes you look like an idiot with no self-respect. There are SO many programs and meds out there to help people quit. There's really no excuse.

So let's review:

You stink when you smoke.

People avoid you when you smoke.

Cigarettes are expensive.

Cigarettes cause health problems.

A cigarette in your mouth makes you look like an idiot.


So why would you do it?

Man kills self in Crystal Cathedral

Oh, the irony.

You should always talk to strangers

I was driving down the road today, and naturally, Zilla had her head hanging out the open window. She had her little pink goggles on and looked quite stylish.

We pulled up to a red light next to a cute old bright-yellow VW Bug.

The driver saw Zilla, smiled, then rolled down his window and, with a straight face, said: "Pardon me, but would you have any Grey Poupon?"

I was laughing so hard I missed the light.

My Valentine's Day date

I had a great Valentine's Day date!

He arrived at my house at 5, and he looked great; nicely dressed, but not overdressed. He took Zilla and I over to his place, and we chatted about politics and other things while he made dinner. And wow, can he cook. I offered to do the dishes, but he wouldn't let me do a thing.

We got a hankerin' for dessert, so we left the dogs at his house to play and headed out for a walk on the 16th Street Mall in search of something sweet. We walked and talked a long time; we have so much in common the time just flew by. Just as my feet were getting tired, one of those gorgeous horse-drawn carriages approached, and he flagged it down for a ride! We went up and down the mall, talking, watching the freaks, laughing.

I can't remember the last time I had such a good date.



And then, I woke up.

I hate Valentine's Day.


And here's a tip: NEVER wish your single friends a "Happy Valentine's Day!" unless you want to get bitch-slapped.

I am speechless

GRILLED
AL_ACORE TUNA
WITH LEMON


A contestant on The Wheel of Fortune didn't know what the missing letter was.

Jesus. Christ.

And no, she wasn't 8.

How stupid are Americans?

Wait. Don't answer that.

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