Posted on August 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
–When I go to make a call, the phone turns off.
–When I go to pick up a call, it rings once, like half a ring, like bri… but I can’t call folks back because the phone turns off
–The one call I did manage to pick up was just the tattooed kid calling because he sat [...]
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Posted on August 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
Man, I guess I need to start paying closer attention to Publisher’s Weekly. Who knew they had such cool stuff in it?
(h/t The Wild Hunt Blog)
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Posted on August 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
I don’t often read blogs written by young conservatives, because being an undergrad and being a conservative seems so depressingly borning, like you sit around all day checking your stocks and tut-tutting at the women still wearing white shoes after Labor Day.
But Tiny Pasture linked to this post over at Right-Wing Vitriol, which, though I [...]
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Posted on August 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
I’m not a pothead, so, though I feel in my gut that our “war on drugs” is a massive waste of time (designed, intentionally or not, I would argue, to disenfranchise minorities and poor whites, but when I start talking like that, my dad calls me “crazy” so… whatever… I still think I’m right and [...]
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Posted on August 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
Hiring someone to clean your house:
Not okay–because it’s exploitative of other, often non-white women.
Okay–because why shouldn’t women be able to sell their labor and skills like men do?
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Posted on August 14, 2008 by Aunt B.
Ever since I linked to the blog with all the “Long Black Veil” versions, that song’s been running through my head. Not like an ear worm, where it’s just there constantly distracting you. No, this song has become quiet background music to me. Like, right at this very second, I hear me typing, the dog [...]
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