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Dawg

This young man is strutting up the street with his boom box. He’s a big guy with a shaved head, sporting new sneakers and a parka. Suddenly he stops, looks behind him at ground level and gives a c’mon jerk of his head. Out of the crowd hurries a tiny Chihuahua. The dog rushes to the young man’s side and then sits nervously at his feet. The man pauses a moment, then resumes strutting.

Open Up

Bryan and I went on a drive this weekend, and wound up behind a minivan with a bumper sticker that read, “If only closed minds came with closed mouths.”

Me: I’m so open-minded that I don’t want to hear any opposing opinions.

B: If you’re not open-minded, shut-the f**k up.

Me: Muteness upon those who disagree with me.

Antiheros

B: Did you just call her boobs “the villains?”

T: What? No! I said, “If you’re willing.”

Me: I’m totally calling my boobs the villains from now on. McNeil and Lehrer is getting tired.

Support

If you live in Arizona, specifically anywhere near Tucson, and you want to know more about Howard Dean, he’s having an event tomorrow morning. I know this because my husband is helping organize it. Details are on his site here. Bryan looks like this, but he probably won’t be wearing a crown. If you see him, say hi for me.

‘Deed I DO

Evany says:

“Do you ever wake up feeling blue for no discernable reason and immediately start to wonder if maybe there is a reason, after all? And then you easily come up with a long list of really good reasons for why you might find yourself feeling blue? And then you start to feel shitty for real, which leads you to realize that maybe when you woke up you weren’t blue at all, just a little hungry? But you’re sure as shitting feeling blue now?”