Nobody tell Paris Hilton where I am.
Even though she made a specific request for me.
Even though she made a specific request for me.
I never thought fans of “The View” would miss Star Jones, but…
(Thanks to Lally for the heads-up on this one)
A few weeks ago I wrote a column with Dan, and some of you may remember that I’m a big fan of writing in rhyme some of the time, but no one seemed to notice when it actually ran. So here I’ve rewritten the point that I made, obviously not because I’m going to get paid, but to make the rhyme clear for our readers here, and because we all know that I need to get more people into limericks!
Why am I not surprised the Canadians are figuring out before the Americans that higher or no speed limits will save money, increase productivity and decrease fatalities?
This article by Ron Rosenbaum at Slate.com is one of the scariest things I’ve ever read, about the prospect of nuclear holocaust. No jokes for this one.
This isn’t really news… but I wanted to share my all-time favorite short story. It’s half satire and half satire and was written in 1875 by Mark Twain. It’s called “The Story of the Bad Little Boy,” and it slaps the sanctimonious right in the chotchkies. It’ll take you about five minutes to read, and it available here. (Thank goodness for the public domain.)