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This year for my birthday I give myself one Maniacal Clown of Death. He’s really cute. And he shoots acid out his eyes. Twenty-nine is an odd year. Everything is for keeps now. Thirty will just be a redundant reminder. How does that one sneak up on people?
No matter what you do, there are never enough Q-tips.
You know what’d be really cool? If you played Civ all night while you’re drunk…
Hey, he‘s no Boutros-Boutros, but it’d sure piss of Dubya. See, I told you shadenfreude was a good thing. Thank to The Agonist for the tip-off.
In lovely Tempe, Arizona tonight. Tomorrow will be debating the ethics of a war in Iraq. I’ll let you know what we decide.
Reports of webzine Salon.com’s demise have been greatly (and often) exaggerated. The glee from conservative whippersnappers, however, has not. Writes one dittohead: thank mohammad, your truly worthless rag is going to fail … maybe you can get some fresh capital from your bug-chasing friends in san francisco or your terrorist buddies in north africa. you […]