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Fairy Gothmother
Q: Encore! Cela le encore! A: U2 live in Dublin, 'One Tree Hill' here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8rDgMyToxQ— March 9, 2010 10:14 a.m.
Fairy Gothmother
Ask an Argentino! P.S. Edition Q: How do you know ViceDevice isn't a real goth? A: Because hes not wearing all black. Q: You shouldn't stereotype and be such a dick, Argentino. You don't know. A: Okay, well why dont you show me how? Q: How come you make fun of the Old Town incident? You think its so funny? A: No, of course not. Q: What do you know about Goth music? A: Oh, Bono is the greatest! Es el mejor! Es de otra planeta El Bono! Q: How do you figure U2 is Goth? A: Because Bono wears all black, and hes European. Europeans are Goth chic. Heres a U2 video that I'm throwing out to all the Goths and artists out there today, alright? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DX7pjouLF44— March 9, 2010 10 a.m.
Fairy Gothmother
Ask an Argentino! - Special Edition Q: Argentino, whats up with bloggers in bandanas claiming they're going to take on seals? A: Oh, thats a San Diego thing. It has nothing to do with reality whatsoever. Pay no attention. Duck your head and go about your business. Save money and leave the country. Do anything but confuse it with reality. Q: But this post is real! It's on the Reader web site. A: Have you been reading the San Diego Union? Q: Yes. A: First mistake. Detaches you from reality. Q: But what about the seals? A: Harbor seals are very gentle, loving creatures. I've swam with them at the Childrens Pool in La Jolla. Larger seals are called 'sea wolves' in Spanish. I've never swam with them. U.S. Navy SEALs are not as gentle and loving as harbor seals, but if you're a woman, they're very good in bed. Q: Egads, do you think a fight will break out between the Goths and the SEALs? ViceDevice appears quite threatening. A: You mean the Navy SEAL posing as a Goth? Oops. Scratch that. Oh, look. The soccer games on. Go River Plate! Vamos a ganar! Q: What about Cuddle Fish? A: CIA. Q: What about Pistol Pete? A: Doubtless a Rick Roberts drone. He chafes my balls. Q: What about Edwin Decker? A: He's been too busy recruiting for Satan to bother me lately. Q: What about Refried Gringo? A: Hmmm, thats a good question. He's probably pissed off and not posting. Good dude. Q: What about Eric? A: He's going to make Admiral! Q: What about Barbarella? A: She's chill. She hangs out with Goths though, so you know, she's high risk.— March 9, 2010 1:25 a.m.
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Werner Beck was standing in the audience. Wolfgang Loescher had taken center stage, Tim Versace was pacing back and forth at the front of the stage, and Kato was hovering around the two very casually, making sure a fight didn't break out Werner Beck said "Its just like you Wolfgang, to disparage my personal character as a means of attempting to recover after throwing a public tantrum and threatening physical violence on a man you barely know. You're a hot head, Wolfgang." The crowd murmured at that. Werner wanted to corner Wolfgang before taking up the race challenge. Otherwise Wolfgang would doubtless throw a monkey wrench into the proposal. By calling Wolfgang a hot head when he was furious, Werner Beck estimated Wolfgang would calm himself down. Strait laced Wolfgang Loescher was predictable enough to give it a try. Sure enough, Wolfgang Loescher stormed over to his houndstooth jacket which he'd thrown down on the stage, snatched it up, brushed it off vigorously, turned his mike down, handed it down to one of his salesman and quietly hissed "Drycleaners. Shnell." He turned his mike back up and said "I suppose in the spirit of this Copenhagen Conference that we should dispose of the acrimony. I'm a fair man. I hold no grudges." Tim Versace jumped in: "I just want to say that I'm amazed at how good you speak English, and also apologize for the offense. I'd like to shake your hand." The two met at center stage and shook hands. The palpable tension in the auditorium evaporated, and a smattering of applause became an enthusiastic round. Car people are by nature gregarious. Kato drifted to the back, knowing that the crowds eyes would follow Tim and Wolfgang. When they went to shake hands, Kato glanced up at Mystery Man. Mystery Man was a master martial artist, sitting with the Chinese contingent, and Kato's grandfather. He nodded to Kato imperceptibly- 'good job. Stay there.'— March 7, 2010 10:12 a.m.
Fairy Gothmother
And the Oscar nomination for fastest morphing Neo-Con provocateur on Diva's web site goes to........ (SE - envelope being ripped open) Pistol Pete doing his Foghorn Leghorn! (SE - Thunderous applause)— March 7, 2010 9:38 a.m.
Fairy Gothmother
I don´t ramble, even when I´m drunk, at least not on the web. I speculate you chose the phrase in keeping with your Yosemite Sam stylings, which you revert to when your idiotic NeoCon bullying fails to yield results.— March 6, 2010 9:25 p.m.
Fairy Gothmother
Refried Gringo: I've reviewed your initial post on this thread, and noticed that you are "really interested in how I became an expert in such matters." Answer: I was a columnist for the Montgomery Aztec high school newspaper in South San Diego, aka Otay Mesa, but a neighborhood that the people who live in call 'Del Sol', and then a columnist for the Southwestern Sun at Southwestern College, in Chula Vista. In short, I studied journalism and practiced it. I still do. Additionally, I was a producer for the nationally syndicated talk radio program 'Weissbach' in 1996. Peter Weissbach is about the greatest talk radio man west of the Pecos, although we all defer to the 'Art of Talk' Art Bell himself. He is, perhaps, the greatest American journalist since Edward R. Murrow. RG, you've been decent and supportive of me on this site, but Pistol Pete strikes me as a bully and a self server. I'm not trying to bag on you at all, but if you ask me, I should respond. For, as we both know, we do each live in Tijuana, which has a highly dynamic and engaged media- there are three daily newspapers to choose from in TJ, and journalists here sometimes risk their lives to report the story. I never treat TJ political issues on this site because I don't have the appropriate credentials in Mexico. I do enjoy the freedom of Tijuana to blog on the web. Its been said that the pen is mightier than the sword, and I want to live in a place where that's true. Communication is what life is all about, it builds relationships. The sword may protect, it may intimidate or it may do violence. The pen is different. The bottom line is this- no free media, no free country. Finally, speaking of free media, I want to say something to Aaryn Belfer. (I can't get through on sdcitybeat.com) My mom was from Argentina, and Argentina was known as a famously racist country. Its a long story. Anyway, today the coach of the Argentine national soccer team is Diego Maradona. Hes widely regarded as the greatest soccer player in history. But when he played soccer, the upper crust of Argentine society would not accept him, and called him 'Little Black Hair.' Some believe that Maradona got hooked on coke because of this, though thats not at all the point of the story. The point is that Argentina doesn't call Maradona that anymore, and when the Argentine national team was struggling, Argentina didn't can him, even though everyone was predicting it. When the Argentine select take the field for this years World Cup, Maradona will be our Director Technico. The thing about Argentine soccer is this: Win, lose or draw, we love our team just the same. No Argentine takes the field worried about whether or not they'll be excoriated if they don't deliver. Not ever. If there is a problem at UCSD, thats their problem. Bigotry is a form of ignorance.— March 5, 2010 11:55 a.m.
Fairy Gothmother
Refried Gringo, Blog is short for 'web log.' You may have a blog, but Barbarella has a column in the Reader. The transcript of it above is an electronic reproduction. Its called electronic publication. The physical publication is a totally different type of publication than a blog. Make the distinction, please. As far as my writing about cars, it depends what you mean by panning out. I started 'Condo' to write a story about cars and car people. My step dad worked on the Mile of Cars for over a decade, and I sold Chevys as a young man. Made great money, and GM always treated its people right. I figured since GM was so instrumental in helping my family when I was growing up, it would be cool to write about it. I'm running out of gas on the thing because of the so called terrorist attack on Detroit and the Toyota fiasco. Heres my take: Its not possible that Toyotas are accelerating out of control because of floor mats or stuck gas pedals, and I simply can't believe that Toyotas electronics are so inferior to other products. The whole thing is unfathomable, so much so that I can only conclude that now car sales have come under the same sort of insanity as the rest of our politics. I wanted to help move the Hummer division, and the deal closed, which was good for GM and good for China. Then the president visited with the Dalai Lama, and the deal unwound. The plain truth is that now GM is owned by the government, so I guess we can look forward to more and more stories about Toyotas accelerating out of control. Which story do you like better, Refried Gringo? My fiction or the fiction in what now passes for a newspaper in San Diego?— March 5, 2010 6:52 a.m.
Fairy Gothmother
Its not a blog, pp. Its a column. You're reading it here on whats called the internet, but that doesn't make it a blog. Its an electronic reproduction of a hard copy alternative news weekly COLUMN. Now then, whats smashing about this piece is the attention to detail, which is just pro forma for Diva, because thats how she rolls. She has this fantastic thing about remembering details, then recounting them, and thats one of the things that makes her writing so panoramic. I would even go so far as to say that its one of her signature moves- her signature signature being of course, her dreamy lips. What I noticed about this piece was her dalliance into hard politics- well for Diva, anyway. Okay, first of all, the goth in Old Town brought it to the young Navy SEAL. The SEAL hit the s*** talker, which got him kicked out of the Navy, and placed under investigation. How do I know this is the actual turn of events? Because the Navy dragged its feet on the matter. That speaks volumes. My step brother, Rocco, got kicked out of the Navy for hitting an officer, who totally asked for it. He was the most kick ass submariner, and a credit to the Constitution of the United States of America, but yet, he was provoked out of the Navy. So there you are. Probably better for him. My step uncle, Bob Wilson, died young from a heart attack after devoting his life to law enforcement, as an ARMY man, as a Vegas Metro cop, and doing security for a Pentagon away team, and the Atomic Energy Commission. So, Pistol Pete, which do you prefer? To get others kicked out, or to have poor unfortunates go out young, if not die die young, biting whatever bullet of bulls*** you feel is convenient to throw at us? I'm interested to hear, and share with the BLOGOSPHERE your unvarnished credentials, bona fides, and true position. Enlighten me further, PISTOL Pete, because I'm really interested in hearing about your views on how people should react to harassment from the general public, or even on the internet. I mean, after resorting to double entendre calumnies that are as delicious as they are craven. If they are to be believed.— March 4, 2010 7:27 p.m.
Local Lead Indicators Continue Rising
Independant contractor status is beneficial to the employer because it avoids alot of the overhead associated with taking on an employee. Its advantageous to the employee because there are no taxes taken out. In my opinion, its the way to go. Think about it. You pay into unemployment over and over, then you want to collect it back. You pay into workmans comp over and over, but do you get that money back? You hope not. You pay into social security, but will you ever get it back? You'll get a paltry fraction back, if anything. Additionally, small ball is a very real way for us to get people back to work. Resource says hes going to start a new company. If its software based, he or she is going to want an employee- I mean an independant contractor. Why? To save time, and ideally, to expand his capabilities.— February 27, 2010 11:30 a.m.