OMG! It’s like some bad dream! A low-talent, mostly sex-selling, Rhyme Talker closes her short-message account!
Like, the world is, like, so f- over!
OMG! It’s like some bad dream! A low-talent, mostly sex-selling, Rhyme Talker closes her short-message account!
Like, the world is, like, so f- over!

Spying on kids and reporting what they say (and therefore, think) to their principals in order to get the administrators to lean on the children?
What kind of fucked up Orwellian nightmare are we living in here?
Hey, #Brownback! You suck! Now go tell my mother.
His secretary forwarded a copy of the tweet to organizers of the school-sponsored event “so that they were aware what their students were saying in regards to the governor’s appearance,” she said.
“We just felt it was appropriate for the organizers to be aware… because of what was said in the tweet.”
via Kansas governor tattles on teen’s rude tweet | The Raw Story.
As I stuff this letter
send my love to you
remember that I’ll always
dislike most of what you do
Treasure these few words ’till you surrender
and change your ways forever
P.S. I love you
You, you, you
This kind of creative non-violence is just the kind of thing that generates lots of negative branding, and makes companies crazy.
via Keep Wall Street Occupied. Send Them Your Love Letters « Shoq Value.
How can this be the first I’ve heard of this? Did this make the local news?
Group of homeless people brutally beaten in Ballard
http://www.ballardnewstribune.com/2011/10/28/police-blotter/group-homeless-people-brutally-beaten-b
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Just a pause to push in the blanket corners here in the middle of the week.
It suddenly got cold here in the Emerald Outhouse. While Seattle has never had but two seasons, Raining and Not Raining, the change has been in my experience a gradual one. Today 40-degrees stepped around the corner and kneed me in the groin.
That wasn’t nice.
It looks like the Philippine consulate will be visiting Seattle in November so my wife will be able to submit her required notice of marriage form in order to get a new passport in her married name.
Since the consulate will confiscate her current passport and since the wait for a new one will go well beyond our departure date, she’ll use the current one in Manila and carry a copy of our marriage certificate. She assures me that she won’t have to stay at the airport for the whole three weeks.
Your intrepid Panzo was cutting edge for nearly 12 minutes the other day. Seattle’s Alaskan Way Viaduct has been closed while the southern section is torn down. The Viaduct, Tweeting as @AlaskanViaduct, replied to one of my own Tweets before the mainstream Twitterati knew it existed.
I am so blessed.
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Wonderful news! This morning I opened my email to find that “The Mercury Healthcare Companies. Globally Integrated Healthcare, by Design™” is following me on Twitter!
I have no idea why a healthcare provider (a global healthcare provider at that) would be following a measly 35-follower Twit like me unless they plan on pushing me down some stairs and selling me a policy at the bottom that will exclude the injuries I received in the fall seconds before as “pre-existing conditions”.
That’s possible but I’ve been “followed” by salons that have never offered me a ‘do, coffee shops that never give me a cuppa and even a sorbet company that has yet to offer me a taste of product off of a tiny wooden stick. So maybe my hopes are a little high.
Maybe Mercury just likes the way I smell.
If people dance, or more specifically if they have the vaguely defined “opportunity to dance,” then bars and clubs have to figure the sales tax into their tickets or cover charges.
Quibble Tax
(to the tune of The Safety Dance by Men Without Hats)
Q-q-q-q U-u-u-u I-i-i-i B-b B-b L-l-l-l E-e-e-e
Quibble
Tax
We can’t dance if we want to
Because we didn’t pay the tax
If there’s room on the floor
Or maybe by the door
Then we’ll have to pay the max
I say, we can stand if we want to
We can stand right here and drink
But we can’t catch the groove
‘Cause if we start to move
Then we’ll have to pay the vig
We can sit if we want to
We can lay flat or recline
We just can’t dance
‘Cause if we want to dance
Well, the taxman gets his dime
We can’t dance
We can’t dance
Everything is under control
We can’t dance
We can’t dance
They’re emptying the tip bowl
We can’t dance
We can’t dance
Everybody stare in a trance
We can’t dance
We can’t dance
The state charges more for the chance
It’s a quibble tax
Quibble tax
Oh, a quibble tax
We can’t dance if we want to
You should take care not to fall
If there’s grace in your position
Then it fits the definition
And the government will tax us all
We can’t dance if we want to
Because we didn’t pay the tax
If there’s room on the floor
Or maybe by the door
Then we’ll have to pay the max
We can’t dance
We can’t dance
Everything is under control
We can’t dance
We can’t dance
They’re emptying the tip bowl
We can’t dance
We can’t dance
Everybody stare in a trance
We can’t dance
We can’t dance
The state charges more for the chance
It’s a quibble tax
Quibble tax
Oh, a quibble tax
It’s a quibble tax
Quibble tax
Oh, a quibble tax
Do you live in the big, scary city? Are you a computer dork with low people skills or some other kind of sociopath? Do you suffer from feeling inferior? Are you too much of a pussy to hail a cab?
Then you just might be interested in a car service that you can order and pay for from your iPhone, that utilizes shiny black cars and doesn’t require you to ever encounter anything unpleasant (like conversation)!
The San Francisco-based company runs a car service that, as it touts, is based on style and convenience.
via Too good for a taxi? How about taking Uber, new to Seattle | Seattle’s Big Blog – seattlepi.com.
Jesus Christ, Seattle! You used to be tough, working class, frontier tamers! Now your ordering iCars to avoid taxis?
What a bunch of pussies!
…’The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I
Have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated
And directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by
The benevolent wisdom of the priests…’
We’ve taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It’s one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls*
*from 2112 by the rock group RUSH
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