Readings..

Via UncleBob.. Disco the Kid's posting of Michael Moore's posting of a...>snip< ..open letter to George Dubya.

I like Disco's quote at the start of that. Pretty much summarizes the Anti-War feeling around these parts.

Although you still get the feeling, War or No War, the kvetching will never end, as its always something local or international here in Cause Central.

Hell, for that matter - it never ends in New York, either.

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Marn, of course, a regular here in Excerpt Central

This time she discusses ordering Le Odor-Eaters, and...

The great thing about an experience such as this is that it burns the word into your vocabulary. So now I know that semelles are insoles and Odour Eaters are Dévore-Odeur Semelles. As a bonus, it involved almost no humiliation at all, unlike the time years ago I first tried to buy chicken breasts.

.. who knew looking for Chicken Breasts in French could be so traumatic?

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gg. (whose writing has gotten *tight* in the last few months, I must say) finds out that its not just the coffee at Starbux that you gotta watch the prices on...

how strange, i thought, that starbucks should sell such adorable stuffed toys? i gently rubbed its squishy, nubbly belly. awww... it's so soft! i debated on whether i should buy it, but at the last minute decided not to b/c it was frivolous, and Lord knows i have many such similar things at home. as soon as i placed it back in the basket, i noticed another woman immediately pick it up and stroke it in a similar way. i had an uneasy feeling about it. call it a premonition, if you will.

Starbux. Its sooooooo easy to get sucked in.

Cynic alert: <--- wouldnt be surprised if it werent starbux themselves selling these things on e-bay for hundreds just to jack demand for those toys.

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And Pammy (get the woman a PC!), who it goes without saying ....

CLEAN up.

That's one of the first things I do when a relationship ends.

Photographs disappear and are spat on/thrown out/burnt/fed to snakes/given to the neighborhood drunk, depending on how bad the breakup was. Stuffed animals are stuffed elsewhere. Text messages, picture messages and e-mails are deleted. Jewelry or accessories that had been worn as a symbol of the god forsaken mistake - err, love - are removed and discarded. Name of god forsaken monster - err, ex-boyfriend - is stricken from vocabulary.

It's not an act of cruelty - not always, anyway. You do it to move on. But no matter how thorough you think you were, sometimes, debris finds its way into your hands.

Just like the old message I found buried in my e-mail inbox last night.

That was a nasty surprise. The sugary words and pet names made my skin crawl.

It's about time someone started an after-relationship clean-up service.

They can choose from any of the following mottos:

"We can't kill him but we can make him disappear."

"He was a dog and we'll clean up after him."

And my current favorite, which starts with "Im Broke." and ends with "Bring on the vodka."

Heheh. Julez liked that one too.

Who has started a REALLY fascinating site.. Neoluddite.net.

Its the details, I like details.