Weekend Pants

Lately my hair has been looking a lot like a cross between Brain Glazer’s and Yahoo Serious’. I’m really liking it.

 

One last thing about the tax deal: it spares us having to watch the Republicans run around pretending as if they ever really gave a rat’s ass about the deficit.

If you are married to a non-Jewish woman who hates to clean her hair out of the shower drain, and you point that out to her, she will either deny it, contradict it, or completely ignore you. If are married to a Jewish woman who hates to clean her hair out of the shower drain and you point that out to her, she’ll say, “I don’t clean hair out of fucking drains.”

Netflix is now totally bored with the DVD side of its business. Every third disk I get from them is scratched up and unwatchable.

I’m not saying Assange did or did not rape those women in Sweden, but, given what I know of the cases, if he were just some random Thom, Steig or Lars, the Swedish constabulary would NOT have brought charges…

If you think “constabulary” is an old-fashioned word, what about “cables”? –As in the diplomatic cables that Assange stole—As in short for “cablegram”: a telegram sent by underwater cable, c. 1875. Every time I hear the term I think of foreign relations being conducted in the drawing rooms of the well-born over tea and shared connections. I imagine missives being dispatched and, yes, cables being sent. I don’t know what it says about the practices of the diplomatic community that they think they are still communicating via a method that peaked about 100 years ago, but for some reason it’s oddly comforting.