"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
As in: the preverbal nail in the coffin. Other examples, picked up here and there: Living in Georgia is the eternal pit of the preverbal Hell The preverbal hell on earth End up in the preverbal dog house I’m tempted to classify “preverbal” for “proverbial” as an eggcorn, but on second thought it’s more of […]
From Obsidian Wings: The men in my family of my father’s generation returned home after serving their country and got jobs in the local steel mills, as had their fathers and their grandfathers. In exchange for their brawn, sweat, and expertise, the steel mills promised these men certain benefits. In exchange for Social Security taxes […]
That would be an understatement . . . The woman who claimed she found a well-manicured finger in her bowl of Wendy’s chili last month was arrested Thursday night in Las Vegas, police said. – Link Four men who made headlines by claiming they dug up buried treasure worth as much as $125,000 from one […]
. . . for ancient jokes. From Something Awful. I think they’re funnier than the originals: A man has been trapped on a desert island for eight years. One day, he sees a boat on the horizon and lights a fire to let it know he is there. The boat comes towards the shore. On […]
Thursday – rode north out of Tucson with a dozen of my old Harley buddies. They were headed to Las Vegas for the NASCAR races on Saturday and Sunday. I rode along, but not for the races. My son and his family live in Las Vegas, and, to be sure, there’s a hash there. We […]
If America is richer, why are its families so much less secure? Must reading, by Peter Gosselin of the Los Angeles Times. Working Americans falling through gaping holes in the net. Something’s wrong, and addressing it piecemeal – Social Security, health insurance, wages, pension plans – isn’t going to fix it. Thanks to the Washington […]
All weekend I’ve been troubled by a stitch in my side. Feels like a horse kicked my left kidney. Saturday, I laid trail for my Hash House Harrier group. The stitch was unpleasant, but I walked it off after the first mile and apart from some stiffness I felt okay. Sunday was horrible, though – […]
Neglecting the weblog again. Not particularly following the news, so I don’t have much to say. Donna’s back east with a sick relative, and I’m holding down the fort alone. No big deal: feed (and clean up after) myself, two cats, and a bird; work (and how!); paint a couple of doors; service and wash […]