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South Park Cat Tales: A Note To Mica About the Great Indoors (#9)
"It's bad enough we have no thumbs..." I'll leave Mica to comment on this, Stella. He has some news for you. Two Legs, my own little Olivia once did EXACTLY the same thing. The roommate left the door open, she ran out, and stayed out all night. We called and called. I thought she was gone, and was absolutely hysterical. I called work early to let them know that I would NOT be coming in until she was found. When daylight broke, I again began looking for her. It was cold. As I called her again, I heard her little voice. She was in the bushes directly under my roommate's second-story window, where she had probably sat all night. He did tech support from home, and was talking all night with his window open. She mewed a few more times, and I coaxed her out. She had a big cobweb hanging from one ear. She was a dewey, dirty, leafy mess, and she never looked so good. Roommates will ALWAYS let your cat get out. Every roommate I've ever had has let my cat escape. Happened with the previous cat in both roommate situations we had, and it's happened with this cat with all three roommate situations we've been in. This is a BIG part of the reason why I live solo in my own place now. Even if I have to have two jobs, it's going to stay that way, too. I'm not having another idiot roommate let her get out. Period.— February 28, 2010 7:18 p.m.
Best of 2000: Best TJ Dentist
Yup, every filling I got was something that required a post and a crown, according to the dentist up here. I know of a small, gated neighborhood up here -- only 20 homes or so --that consists of absolute mansions. Not two-story, upper middle class homes, but absolute MANSIONS. Mediterranean style, English Tudor, American Colonial, French country estates, etc., etc. Guess who inhabits several of them? DENTISTS. It's sickening. Like doctors, this is supposed to be a "helping profession" where the main concern is human well being, not exploiting every sucker that walks through your office door for the maximum amount of cash you can squeeze out of them and their family. I decided I'm not going to be one more chump that goes into thousands of dollars in debt to pay for their goddamn mansions. Going to the dentist in the U.S. has become like going to a dishonest car mechanic who tries to extract money from your wallet by saying you need a lot of pricey services that you really don't. F**k 'em.— February 28, 2010 6:55 p.m.
A Little Love for TJ
Aw, thanks, guys. I'm especially pleased that you approve, refried, since it's your home. This had been marinating in my head for about a week, since I was down there. Wrote itself while I was walking around down there. My impression was of a densely populated, busy pedestrian city, very alive and in motion but not rushed. I don't think I saw one person wearing a scowl on either day I went down there. People I asked for directions were friendly and eager to help, even though I speak minimal Spanish. The cab drivers were nice, and didn't try to charge me more than their normal fee. In short, people related to each other decently. After living in California for the past 8 years, it was good to be in a place that seemed relaxed and psychologically "normal," for a change. People who speak back when you wish them a good morning, instead of giving you a hateful stare back or ignoring you altogether. Imagine that! Things I was told about that I did NOT see: Children begging and selling Chiclets. No children begging at all, but I did see a number of adults, mostly older, peddling Chiclets. No overly aggressive vendors, although I did hear "Lady!" about 50 times a day, or sometimes, "Hey, come here." There was actually no one who was doing straight panhandling, which I encounter almost every time I go out of the house up here. At least down there, they all offered SOMETHING in return. Also not seen: "Military with guns on every corner." A friend of a friend served up this large load of burro biscuits. I saw a couple guys in uniform (desert camouflage) with weapons at the border that I walked past. They looked like our Marines. I assume they were Border Patrol. Funniest joke on the gringa: Those "U.S. Border 5 Mins" signs that direct you to the bridge nobody uses. First sign: "U.S. Border 5 Mins" Five minutes later, only person on bridge: "U.S. Border 5 Mins" Another five minutes later, on other side: "U.S. Border 5 Mins" Muy chistoso, Tijuana.— February 28, 2010 8:44 a.m.
Best of 2000: Best TJ Dentist
Sorry I missed you, Grantie! Just wanted to post that I did eventually make it down to TJ to see Dr. Armando Solorio, and it was just great! Warm, funny, competent dentist (think Mexican version of Jackie Chan) who works in the same small office with his son Hector, also a dentist, and a Dr. Martinez, who's worked with him for many years. Their English is perfect, so no worries for the hopelessly monolingual, like me. The office is probably typical of Tijuana -- everything you need, and nothing you don't. Fancy, it's not. The waiting room is tiny. The entire office is very clean, however, with Dr. Solorio doing things like showing the expiration dates on the injectable anesthetic he used, and cracking the seals on the vials right in front of me. My two-digit-per-tooth price (fillings) included Spanish lessons while in the chair. Dr. Solorio's assistant brought a blanket and covered me up when I was chilly, and I got hugs from them both when I left. A terrific experience, and highly recommended. I'll return within the next couple of months for some wisdom teeth extractions, and post a report here when the deed is done.— February 27, 2010 11:51 p.m.
I am not a team player
This is cute. Looking forward to reading about the next big smackdown. :)— February 27, 2010 11:25 p.m.
Get To Know Me (and stop sending those goofy questionnaires)
What I'm doing with that tanning bed is gettin' my heat on, because they don't make these large enough: http://www.baumanns.ie/images/Heat-Rock.jpg Me lizard. It rock(s). :)— February 27, 2010 8:26 p.m.
Get To Know Me (and stop sending those goofy questionnaires)
Daniels speculated: "Wow--you must love outerwear!" ;) Are you suggesting that Jay's women most likely are the commando type? I actually discovered the pleasures of that particular wardrobe choice only recently. I sunburned my little bum and nether regions in the tanning bed, and decided to forego pinchy elastic for a bit. Delightful. Wouldn't do it every day, though. Too scared of getting hit by a bus, or sumpfin.— February 27, 2010 7:59 p.m.
Weeping for Coco
Awesome, Mindy. Here's a news piece about the bill: http://abclocal.go.com/kabc/story?section=news/st… A second news item, with a link to the bill itself and a petition: http://www.kpsplocal2.com/Content/Headlines/story… Read the actual bill: http://info.sen.ca.gov/pub/09-10/bill/sen/sb_1251… Sign the petition: http://org2.democracyinaction.org/o/5154/p/dia/ac… Share the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnVnlQC-OF0— February 27, 2010 7:44 p.m.
Epic Beard Man
'Snot a political thing OR a race thing, as far as I'm concerned. It's an eejit thing. I don't have much of a bleeding heart for bleeding eejits. Hey, ya rolls the dice, ya takes your chances. My attitude about someone physically attacking me is that what they're telling me is that have now waived all rights to personal safety, and would like me to do my best to put them in the ground. I'm not giving them a second shot. If I'm able, I'm going to DISable them. However, I'm pretty good with that Eddie Murphy "crazy on the bus" face. When I'm not being cute, I can actually be pretty scary. Apparently. Based on the way people have run. :)— February 27, 2010 7:10 p.m.
Watch Me Fall
"Man of Steel:" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gl4u9nQiS60 And one with a pretty good-looking video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dG65eqfg6bc— February 27, 2010 7:02 p.m.