Jazzmoose

http://consumerist.com/5317209/amazon-dele...r-with-eastasia

Um...was that website serious? It looks like more of a joke/fraud than the ad. Or perhaps it's serious, and the author is just too young to understand what things were like in the past. Surely he should know that zip codes haven't been around forever, though...

And that's the way it was.

As far as I can recall, the 'machine' fell apart after Ralph Dawson died, but that was after I'd left already. Once the interstate was finished, Ludowici lost all of that New York-Florida snowbird traffic, and a lot of income, of course. But then, it's not like that income ever made it into the city coffers. By the way, the pastor mentioned in the article (no one ever proved one way or another whether he was actually shot at or if he staged the shots, at least while I was there) was the pastor at the Methodist church I attended. In fact, Lester Maddox came to speak at the church one night, and (believe it or not) I was in the choir. I was enjoying the buzz and excitement like everyone else until Maddox entered the church and marched up the aisle to the pew, and saw his infamous ax handle in his hand (google Maddox, if you don't know the story of the ax handle). I couldn't believe that the asswipe was bringing such a symbol of hatred into a church. Or that no one seemed to mind or thought it unusual. As for the shot at the preacher, it's not like violence was unexpected there; the local opposition paper had just been burned to the ground and put out of business. For a small town, it was an exciting time to live.

Yeah, that can cure a lot of packratism, at least temporarily.

Supposed to be close to 100 today and tomorrow. Maybe I will go see Public Enemies, just to get into the air conditioning...

Yeah, I remember being in tears when I left the hospital after being born. I couldn't talk yet, so I couldn't explain how all the other kids had been nipping RC Cola for days, while I had to settle for milk...

I agree. As I said, I'm speaking of my own lack of understanding, not criticizing in any way. I dunno, maybe it's a lack of empathy. I think it comes from my mother's funeral. I'd just turned nine, and I was forced to 'view' the coffin. The only thought I had for days after that was "that's not my mother"; they'd made her look like a cheap mannequin in a clothing store or something. So I'll blame it on the trauma and add it to my therapy bill...

I remember this coming out when I was in eighth grade, but I had no idea it was on the net. Ah, infamy... http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/...,909123,00.html

No, I mean... Though, as a card-carrying member of the I Hate David Spade club, that would be bad enough...

Crown Royal, along with a bowl of Prince Albert (not from the can; the can is long gone, may it rest in peace...)

Archie Andrews Dana Andrews Andrew Lloyd Webber (...must die )

I understand that this is a horrible story for many people, but in all honesty, I don't understand the human reverence for dead bodies. I fully admit that this is probably a lack of understanding on my part; I'm not saying the rest of the world is wrong and I'm right. I just don't get it. My first choice upon my death would be to have my body thrown to the wolves, but barring that, cremation seems to be the way to go.

Or else get high as a mf and listen to the sounds in your head. :g :g Legally of course! What if the sounds in your head while high are an amalgamation of The Carpenters and Guy Lombardo? Stop doing Robitussin.

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy Shoot me. Please.

Yeah, I know the songwriters make money whenever their songs are played on the radio, but the musicians?

Tod Hackett Harry Greener Claude Estee

I've seen the "laid by the best" ad before; excellent!

Iran Barkley Roberto Duran James Toney

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/2fb0fbb0d...-w-fred-willard

Wow. All I can think after watching that is what was I thinking in the fifth grade when I decided practicing on my trombone an hour a day was quite enough?

C'mon, paps; all the cool kids are doing it!

I remember that commercial. Seemed a bit old fashioned (which I guess was the point), but I don't see how it could be misconstrued. More of a rorshach test than a problem, I'd say...

Bottles Mudhead Porgy Tirebiter

Yanni Mannheim Steamroller A small cup of plain yogurt