"Aw, come on. Everyone knows that liberals are best at licking pussy."

I don't buy it. But I do believe someone (some lucky young unmarried thing, slumming in Academe) should do a study.

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1 Liberals would be too wound up trying to sort out their "feelings" to get any serious work done. Just like everything else they do except to perform unAmerican activities. Do you think the mooseims would conduct such a study?

Posted by: Rich at July 31, 2007 03:43 PM (4j8Ry)

2 No. Mary Bucholtz of UC Santa Barbara is just a cunning linguist. Same subject, right?

Posted by: Darrell at July 31, 2007 08:02 PM (EsBJT)

3 Well, they do say that men give the best head to men, and women, to women . . .

Posted by: Attila Girl at August 01, 2007 12:46 AM (VgDLl)

4 Princess Attilla, you must hang out with some "interesting" folks.

Posted by: Rich at August 01, 2007 02:20 AM (4j8Ry)

5 "They" say lots of things, most usually wrong. We need research, dammit!!! And indisputable and impartial measures of success--think Pet Scans, not questionnaires! People who love their work do the best job. People who focus on the goal and understand individual differences and preferences, do the best job.

Posted by: Darrell at August 01, 2007 09:11 AM (G4wMV)

6 Darrell, that was very well stated. Please accept a cyber HIGH-FIVE. Bet you can even get the Blog Princess to agree.

Posted by: Rich at August 01, 2007 10:28 AM (4j8Ry)

7 People who love their work do the best job. People who focus on the goal and understand individual differences and preferences, do the best job. Yup

Posted by: Attila Girl at August 01, 2007 08:56 PM (VgDLl)

8 Just an aside for any woman who might read this post that might be considering a "change". . . Please, no labiaplasty!!!! Did Georgia O'Keefe paint concrete water intakes? Know a spelunker who goes caving in one? Perfection is best left to God.

Posted by: Darrell at August 02, 2007 08:17 PM (1qZqZ)

9 "People who love their work do the best job. People who focus on the goal and understand individual differences and preferences, do the best job." Sounds like a pretty good description of a nerd.

Posted by: Suds46 at August 02, 2007 08:37 PM (yTDDx)

10 If that's the definition of a nerd, I'll wear that 'crown' gladly! Btw, isn't a 'nerd with privileges' a contradiction in term given this context?

Posted by: Darrell at August 03, 2007 09:23 AM (YZV6V)

11 I believe the privelege would be the woman's . . .

Posted by: Attila Girl at August 03, 2007 12:16 PM (VgDLl)

12 Libertarian licks left and right.

Posted by: Jody at August 03, 2007 07:28 PM (mawc8)

13 Jody! That was poetic!

Posted by: Attila Girl at August 03, 2007 09:29 PM (e3i3e)

14 Another famous kōan-- What is the sound of one lip smacking?

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. . . on the last day of school. It turns out that Client A won't need me tomorrow during the day, and Client B didn't pin me to my computer tonight. So I want to my mom's for a few hours to make sure she was okay—and to hang out a bit. I nursed a beer, ate half of a turkey sandwich, giggled at stupid things, threatened to take a nap on her couch, and threw a tennis ball for the dog to fetch.

I was unable to locate my cell phone, so every half an hour I'd get up, look on the counters and the mantel for the phone, rummage through my purse, and then announce I'd gotten over this obsessive-compulsive silliness, that I expected the phone to show up, and that I wasn't going to worry about it.

So I'd sit down for another ten minutes, and then grab my keys, toss the dog a treat (she has to be bribed to let me leave the house), and go out to search my car again.

It isn't altogether clear to me why my mother didn't either (a) kill me, or (b) have me committed.

The cell phone was under the cassette tape of Aladdin Sane on the passenger seat, by the way. I'm so glad my phone is so compact that it can hide under a cassette like that.

I need to go to sleep soon, as I still have plenty to do tomorrow. I did want, however, to announce that I'm on the verge of Having a Life Again, and that I would hang around online a bit longer if I didn't have a hot date.

But, you know: I do.

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that some high schools don't feature an open-air ampitheater? Well, then—where are the double-size steps that sadistic gym teachers make you run up and down, until you switch over to dance class, or "Run for Fun" (also known as "Walk for the Hell of It)?

It isn't that we were spoiled at Samohi; keep in mind that there was only one building on the entire campus that featured a decent view of the ocean. (Santa Monica High is built on a hill, and it's only from the top of that hill that one gets a full-on seascape.)

Also, Samohi was right in the middle of Dogtown, quite near Venice. On the South Side of Santa Monica, I'll have you know. There were students there who were neither blond nor Jewish. Really. Oodles of them.

Hat tip: Harry in the Night.

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I find that it does not make me want to acquire a 1911. Although, of course, there is that Commander that I've had my eye on for a decade and a half . . . but I'll get it myself this fall after the Big Gig for the Important Client.

I feel that most of my problems over the past decade relate to the fact that I haven't gone shooting quite enough. I shall fix that over the next 12 months.

Mostly, of course, I need to learn to use that sweet little scattergun I acquired seven years ago. One illustrious personage in the shotgun industry insists that if I learn conventional methods, it will spoil me for good old-fashioned Native American "point-and-shoot" techniques, which he is certain I ought to employ.

Hard to argue with that: instinct shooting sounds right on a scattergun.

This one is a Franchi. A nice little shotgun. Advice, my SoCal friends? Desert Cat: Does Daisy have any any thoughts? She's a one-woman Chick Shooting Bible, that one. Hold onto her.

I feel old. And dangerous. And wicked. Can any of you relate?

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1 "I feel old. And dangerous. And wicked. Can any of you relate?" Well, for two out of three. Happy Birthday!!!

Posted by: Darrell at July 09, 2007 05:51 AM (KpVU1)

2 Thank you!

Posted by: Attila Girl at July 09, 2007 06:39 AM (VgDLl)

3 Is your birthday July 7? So is mine. You are 45? Ha! Just a kid!

Posted by: Chuck at July 09, 2007 09:48 PM (H4W1a)

4 July 9th is the big day. See June 12th posting "Twenty-Seven Days." See also http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/1ZCUM0M0A8NRE/002-5527877-9283209?reveal=unpurchased&filter=all&sort=priority&layout=standard&x=10&y=9

Posted by: Darrell at July 10, 2007 05:35 AM (LLAym)

5 I can relate to not shooting enough, years ago I would load shells deep into fri. night just to empty them downrange sat. nowadays I'm not sure I can remember which end of the gun to point downrange.

Posted by: Mark Krauss at July 10, 2007 07:06 AM (NmIDu)

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Posted by: Attila Girl at July 10, 2007 10:20 AM (VgDLl)

7 Frankly I'm not sure I, or she, knows the difference there. She would love to learn to shoot trap or skeet, but for a dearth of places around here to practice. Our shotgunning is pretty much limited to the few times a year that a three-gun match is held at our favorite local range. And then it's tactical shotgunning in a not especially realistic setting. I'd love to see someone set up a more realistic set of stages using shotgun, similar to the fairly realistic setups we use at ACTS matches. Unfortunately the ACTS people are pretty testy about their sport getting turned into just another 3-gun format. I haven't been hunting with a shotgun in decades, and I don't think she ever has.

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. . . until some of her housing and mental health challenges had been met, I gave her $80 out of my own pocket that I didn't really have. But I was fairly sure that she had slept at the office the previous night, and it was late in the evening, so I wanted to make sure that if worse came to worst, she could get a hotel room that night, and go to an emergency shelter the next day. (We printed her out a list of the local ones.)

I told my husband what I'd done. The next day&msash;Independence Day—when I opened my laptop there were two twenty-dollar bills resting on the keyboard.

A the H denies all responsibility: He suggests that perhaps the "Liberty Fairy" dropped in. Supposedly every fourth of July, the Liberty Fairy distributes money onto the keyboards of those who promote responsible capitalistic development and free-market solutions to global and regional problems.

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