anna

Continuity is continuous

by anna at 12:57 PM on April 30, 2005

You know, there are things that are going on around us. Most of us are aware of these more or less permanent news items. But, like the carnage in Iraq and the genocide in something called "Darfur," we've just come to accept them as part of our world.

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anna

the same situations just different faces

by anna at 06:34 PM on April 28, 2005

We all walk around with our masks firmly in place. At meetings, at the grocery store, sitting in a theater, we're thinking all kinds of crazy shit. But with our faces impassive, nobody is the wiser. Unless you tell them, no one will know all the weird, random stuff floating around in your mind. But now you will know what is floating around in mine all the time.

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mg

nobody sees when you are lying in your bed and i wanna crawl in with you

by mg at 07:24 AM on April 28, 2005

Feeling neglected?

I can understand that. But please stop. I'd never forget about you.

Just you wait and see, something big will be happening here at Bad Samaritan in the next couple days.

Keep your eyes peeled.

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anna

You steal my sunshine

by anna at 07:22 PM on April 26, 2005

Time was we enjoyed a healthy, mutually benificial relationship with the companies we choose to do business with. Those days are over. Now it is a cutthroat, adversarial fight to the death over the simplest of transactions. Allow me to elaborate.

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anna

There's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues

by anna at 09:41 AM on April 24, 2005

"You don't smell half bad for a fat chick."
Every time I hear this backhanded complement, it reminds me of an essay my pal Brian once turned in. It was entitled Fat Chicks Are Better in Bed Because They Try Harder. Even though it was well-reasoned, and quite possibly true, he got a big fat F.

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anna

Things

by anna at 06:21 PM on April 20, 2005

I think it sucks that Mr. B now owns things like lawn mowers and washer-dryers. These are suburban things. Mr. B, I think, is a 20-something artist. He should be eking out a meager existence in some starving artist loft or like some communal farmhouse in Kentucky or something.

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mg

to everything (turn, turn, turn), there is a season (turn, turn, turn)

by mg at 12:40 PM on April 19, 2005

Like many other women, when I get depressed I sometimes feel the need to buy things in the hope that will make me happy. Sometimes even the act of shopping is enough to brighten my mood, even if I don’t join in on the consumerism.

For the past week or so, however, I’ve had the overwhelming urge to get rids of things. There has been a constant, nagging feeling that I have too much stuff, and that I need to get rid of someone of it.

And I’m not sure what this all means.

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anna

Starts like a kiss, it ends like a curse

by anna at 07:03 PM on April 18, 2005

In high school it was a game of cat and mouse in the woods by the school. Kids wanted to gather to party, school officials were having none of it. They'd beat the bushes in search of pot-smoking students. This led some to dig a pit the size of a sheet of plywood. They laid down plastic, plywood and carpet on the floor, put creosote on the walls and covered it with planks and brush. It thus stayed relatively dry. Therein occured all manner of abuse, debauchery and depravity.

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northstar

Methinks perhaps someone needs a hobby? Or perhaps this is it?

by northstar at 07:07 PM on April 17, 2005

The Number of Fucks In Deadwood: HBO's series Deadwood had a reputation for salty dialogue even before the first episode aired. It was nearly impossible, they said, to keep count of the number of f-words spoken during each program. We took it as a challenge.

Of course, the obvious question here would be "Why in the world would anyone CARE how many times the word "F--K" is used by anyone?" This is HBO, after all, not PAX TV. This might be news if we were talking about Seventh Heaven, but clearly we're not.

To my way of thinking, this is truly only indicative of the fact that someone has WAY too much time on their hands. Ever think about perhaps, oh, I don't know...getting a job?? Perhaps some volunteer work might be in order??

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anna

This isn't good

by anna at 08:24 AM on April 16, 2005

It's one of those stories buried deep within the paper. You tend to skim over it because the headline contains the words "flu strain." That is a big mistake.

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leaffin

How to not find bars in Mexico

by leaffin at 07:46 PM on April 15, 2005

A couple of weeks ago, I was in a Mexican city with a friend trying to find a bar to have a pre-dinner drink. We walked around to well-travelled pedestrian areas and only found fast food sorts of places and little shops. No such luck! How could we be missing all of the bars in a 10 block radius in a city of 250,000 people? Well, it was actually a case of mistaken identity, if you can follow me. That, and a lack of bars around the city center.

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anna

Serenade Me Home

by anna at 06:40 PM on April 13, 2005

Tradedy has befallen me. I'll tell you all about it, but first some background. I'll share some random and seemingly unrelated facts and then, through clever wordplay, meld them together like Axl Rose's botched hair weave. Here goes.

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anna

The random nature of things

by anna at 07:29 PM on April 11, 2005

My son says, That's pretty random. I'm sure he's picked this up from pals at school. It doesn't mean really random it is something else. Precisely what isn't the point. It's just a convenient intro to my thoughts on randomness.

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leaffin

Smooches from Mexico

by leaffin at 06:54 PM on April 11, 2005

Well, I´m living it up in Mexico in the moment. I met up with an Austrian friend here that I know from my time in Nicaragua, and we´ve been doing a pretty good job of wreaking havoc in the state of Chiapas together. We also did a good job of partying it up and generally terrorizing the locals of Nicaragua together. We´re parting ways tonight, though, which is a sad occasion. But then again, I also have no one to cheer on my scandalous ways as a traveller. Which is good... maybe I´ll calm down for a bit. However, what I really wanted to talk about was this:

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mg

it doesn't make sense i should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown

by mg at 10:15 PM on April 10, 2005

This may come as a surprise to many of you, because it hasn’t been in the news much, but last week the pope died.

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anna

Close the door baby, don't say a word

by anna at 06:50 PM on April 07, 2005

As a boy my mom used to pimp out her champion Pomeranian. She'd get a $100 stud fee. She'd send me over to people's houses clutching this yappy little dog. After an exchange of pleasantries, the dogs would go at it as the humans looked on and ooed and aahed. It's so cute! Sometimes a girl I'd dated (and done that same thing with) would be there. Talk about awkward. Other times they'd get stuck and we'd have to pull them apart. But not once did he go for any back door action. He had his 100% insemination rate to think about! Or maybe that really is an unnatural act as religious nuts insist.

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anna

But the money's no good, and you should know

by anna at 06:37 PM on April 05, 2005

It might surprise some to know that I hold an associate degree in Ecology and Earth Sciences and a BA in Forest Resource Management. When I started school I was one of those stary-eyed eco-nuts who goes backpacking in winter. Boy was I in for surprise.

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anna

Sign, sign everywhere a sign

by anna at 06:52 PM on April 04, 2005

Didya hear the Pope died? Now they need a new Pope. The 4 Cardinals who are under 80 will take a vote. But here's the catch: you're not allowed to campaign or promote yourself in any way. That wouldn't be humble. And Popes need to be humble. It's in that same gracious vein that I bring you:

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jen x

...i saved this one for after April Fool's Day...

by jen x at 08:12 PM on April 03, 2005

I haven't been around much, and for that I'm sorry.

But I've had a pretty good reason.

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anna

Walk the walk

by anna at 09:24 AM on April 02, 2005

I'm blessed too. My wife suits me to a tee. She's smart, sweet, funny, pretty, tolerant and above all, shorter even than me. Yet there's one thing she doesn't have: a Walk. Now don't get me wrong, she's no Terri Schiavo. She gets around just fine. Indeed, she walks dogs for a living. What I mean is, she walks strictly to get from point A to point B. No gyrating hips, no arms swinging to and fro. No tossed mane of hair.

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mg

i certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes

by mg at 06:06 PM on April 01, 2005

I just noticed that over the last four April Fool's days I have a total of ten posts.

Wow! I sure had a lot of time on my hands at one point. Well, technically four points.

So I guess that means to keep up the tradition I have to post something today.

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jean

Yours, ours, theirs, are political affairs.

by jean at 01:29 AM on April 01, 2005

When riots broke out over the verdict in the Rodney King trial in 1992, the violence came as close to me as East Los Angeles, which borders the city I live in. The first day, before I knew what was happening or why, there was a burnt rubber smell in the air and gray smoke coming from the direction of East L.A. When the violence ended, people across the Southland became upset that their city police departments were so badly provided for that the National Guard was needed to protect us. Only one police department was equipped with fully automatic weapons. That was the one in my hometown. A bedroom community whose biggest news recently has been that Phil Spector might have murdered a woman in a perfectly fine mansion on top of our one and perfectly fine hill.

I didn't know Los Angeles then as well as I do now, so the reports of buildings and strip malls burned to the ground were kind of anonymous to me. What did I know after all; I was a dutiful honors student that only left her hometown to take the SAT, to play the violin in orchestra competitions, and maybe to receive a commendation from the Goethe Institute.

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