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The Point of Why I Ride a Bicycle
Thanks, RFG - your blog was the first one I ever read on this website and what got me interested in trying my hand at entering. Which has turned out to be a lot of fun, not to mention the great friends I have made!!— October 5, 2010 7 p.m.
The Point of Why I Ride a Bicycle
Thanks, mrbreese - The Rondelet is still a cool place. If I had the money, I'd live out my golden years there!!— October 5, 2010 6:51 p.m.
Jesus and the Colonic Booth
I loved that column - her "niece" or someone took it over and then it was gone. Surfpuppy volunteered to be the next Reader advice columnist, but he would make everyone cry.— October 1, 2010 9:44 p.m.
Beneath the Lime Tree
Cats, Quilly, cats. Not just one, four. Never underestimate your cats' love of ketchup!! Okay, sisters are the worst. One time, me and my older sister told our middle sister if she ran out to the car naked (she was probably 6, I was all of four, the eldest 7) we would give her a quarter. It was dead winter in New York. As she ran out, touched the car and started to run back, my older sister slammed the door and locked it. She stood out there screaming until my sister finally let her in, laughing and howling while our middle sister cried. She did make good on the quarter. I prefer to think that I was just an innocent bystander to all this because of my age, but if the truth be told I was laughing too.— October 1, 2010 1:59 p.m.
Gimmick
"and that righteousness and desperation could possibly mix to form a volatile virus that would infect the entire human race". There is a vaccine for this. Tacos de adobada. It is only available in Tijuana, so let your fear prevent you from getting your inoculation at your own peril. There is so much in this story I had to read it three times, and I am blown away at how you were able to say so much in so few words. I cannot articulate quite what I am trying to say, only that I got what you were going for. I was in Dallas recently and went to the Book Depository. I got about halfway through and became overwhelmed with emotion because of the reality of assassinations. Death in the name of God in order to immortalize your otherwise insignificance in the grand scheme of this is pointless, but its impact can be so much more severe than a president or presidential candidate being shot to death. We get over that. Why we cannot get over killing in the name of, and letting it control our actions and our moving freely about the world speaks volumes. Thanks for making me think today, refried. I needed that.— October 1, 2010 12:39 p.m.
Beneath the Lime Tree
Quilly, that was a very funny story!! Moms can be quite cruel in their using of us for their amusement. Okay, one time I was mixing meatloaf (about eight years old) and when I pulled my meat-encased hands out of the bowl, my mom said "put your hands down and see if the cats want to lick the meat off". Which I naively did, and the cats proceeded to go ape-shit on my hands, clawing and scratching, me howling in pain, until I managed to somehow extract my poor hands from that hornets nest, only to look over and see my mom practically rolling on the floor in laughter, trying to say she was sorry, she had no idea the cats would react like that (I honestly think she really did not know), crying and gasping for breath. To this day she still thinks it is hysterical.— October 1, 2010 11:55 a.m.
Nothing
Maybe if you stopped talking out loud and going off on the "mentally challenged" and making weird finger glasses people would cease staring.— September 30, 2010 4:33 p.m.
The NFL in 60 Seconds
Can I just say one word? Soccer. Gladiator sports are for the kings and queens. We surfs need an everyman sport.— September 30, 2010 2:42 p.m.
Rescue of a Pirate
I am so glad Pirate's story had a happy ending - he's now what is referred to as a "velcro" cat!! Once you save one of a cat's nine lives, they never let you forget it.— September 30, 2010 2:39 p.m.
Scooter Riders of San Diego
What?!? Be still, my heart! I am surrounded by scooter-men? This takes putting it up on two wheels to a whole new level!! I am proud of you, my fearless two-wheeling men of the past and present!! May your legacies live on in the brave new generation of Dewans - ride, captain, ride!!— September 30, 2010 2:29 p.m.