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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Speaking of politics, Six Other Things the Office of the Vice President Actually Is:
I am highly amused by Dick Cheney's defense of being in an indefinite state. When Dick Cheney is in the office of veep, he exists in a state of half-executive and half-legislative until observed by a congressional committee. He's Schroedinger's Dick.
He's Schroedinger's Dick.
...in a box?
Elizabeth Edwards called into "Hardball" yesterday to bitchslap Ann Coulter.
Why can't a meteorite land on Ann Coulter? Whyyyy?
Not so much a box, but an undisclosed location. The principal is the same though, his wave function doesn't collapse until he's investigated.
That reminds me--I was going to call my congressman's office to urge him to vote for Rahm Emmanuel's amendment to defund the Veep's office (he's on the committee). He's a Repub, so I'm guessing he won't do it, but he did lead the group that went to talk sense to the president a few months or so ago. He didn't get through W's thick skull, but at least he tried. I did vote for the other guy last November, but at least Mark Kirk is a moderate.
Vocabulary question: Can someone explain the writer's use of the word "crapulent" in this article?
Indulgent, intemperate, given to excess.
Why can't a meteorite land on Ann Coulter? Whyyyy?
I think they can, they're just refusing. I mean, if you were a meteorite, would you?
Indulgent, intemperate, given to excess.
Is that the definition of the word, or a description of the writer's prose style?
Love E. Edwards. Hell, I love John, too. (But not like that creepy Obama-video chick.) I really hope things shake out with him on top. Especially if that jackhole Fred Thompson ends up winning for the Repubs.
ION, was having a bit of a freakout over finances this morning. With all this househunting stuff, I'm looking at a pretty big increase in monthly housing cost. And yet, here I am two days from payday, on my middle of the month check no less, and I'm skating close to the wire.
And then I started doing the math. If I tot up the minimum payments on my three credit cards (two major, one Best Buy), it's about a hundred bucks. I paid $800. Plus $200 in student loans. Plus $250 into savings. And 5% off the top into my 401k anyway.
Huh. Maybe I'll be okay after all.
It still feels like I'm living right up to and sometimes over my income. And that's not to say that I'm still not throwing away money I do need on things I don't, because I most certainly am.
Still. Apparently my body image and personal image demons have a new friend: the financial image demon. But this one I think I can whip.
Is that the definition of the word, or a description of the writer's prose style?
It's one of the definitions of the word, and given the context he provides with the use of the word bloat, I think it's the meaning he intends. I'm totally ignoring the fact that he is using bloat as a verb, because it is stupid and dumb.