Scary Blog Post Of The Day:
A WORKING GIRL CAN'T WIN , personally I love Maureen Dowd, but then again I'm easily distracted most by sparkly objects:
"My mother gave me a little cushion to fall back on, in case some swain decided that my bakery wasn't worth buying.”
"You own a bakery?"I asked.
"It's a metaphor, Mr. Marlowe. Do keep up. One of mother's many, and one of the many mentions of mother I'll be making during this case. It's of a piece with one of my favorite poems about modern mores:
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who'd moisturize his face and then pluck it.
He said with a grin,
'Less you're pretty and thin
And willing to blow me, then fuck it.
"Charming,” I said. "Now back to the case. What's a modern girl to do? I'm going to need you to be a little more specific."
"Oh, don't worry. I can go on for pages."
A rash of SCOTUS:
"Today's drinking game? Every time you hear "unlike Harriet Miers," take a sip."
He's "The Man", this SCOTUS nom is a middle aged white man, I'm sure O'Conner is flattered as fuck, as flattering as fuck can be, actually, the face I'm making now says fuck all over it. :S
Enjoy hours of mindless entertainment playing Monster Match. Have a safe holiday people, don't do anything I wouldn't do (your options are endless....muahahaha!)