Me and B.J. Woodson

So, after a disasterous raid on the First National Bank of Northfield, Minnesota, Frank and Jesse James escaped to Tennessee.  Jesse settled in Nashville, over in Edgefield.
Frank, though, settled in White’s Creek:
I didn’t arrive at Nashville until July, 1876. I think I went directly then from Nashville out into what is known as the White’s [...]

Say Something, Like “Hell No.”

I’ll just say it: They’re coming to take The Pill away.
Every one of you has been on The Pill or knows someone who has been on The Pill.  You know someone right now who is on it for birth contro, or because she had debilitatingly painful periods, or because she’s taking some other medication the [...]

More on Villegas

Over at Pith.

Passed Along Without Comment

These two posts were back to back in my RSS reader.  Here and here.

In Which I Make a Pledge to Eat Alabama

I am, of course, a pinko liberal commie but I have to admit that, as much as I believe our nation’s health care system needs to be drastically overhauled, I read stories sometimes that remind me how enormous the pitfalls are if we’re not careful in instituting reforms.
Alabama’s fat-hunt is one of them.  That the [...]

NoooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo

I missed the fucking doctor’s call because I was on the phone trying to get some mortgage shit straight with my dad.
I’m about to cry.

Feel Good Friday

Since Feel Good Fridays are not searchable, I don’t know if someone has brought this up already, but even if so, it won’t hurt you to dance around to it again.

We’re Finally On Our Own, Part 2

I was just watching the “Sedona Surprises” video from McCain’s daughter.  I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but I am shook.  I guess because I’m a naive asshole.
It’s not on par with Katrina, and I don’t mean to suggest that it is, but it sounds to me a similar tone (though, obviously, much less [...]

My Trip to the OB/GYN

Fine, yes, I’ll stick it below the fold for all you babies.
Sorry babies with an RSS reader.  You’d better just hope your eyes don’t skip too far down before you finish reading these sentences that tell you we’re about to deal with <quietvoice>girly stuff</quietvoice>.