"Some of you are whining about the no-spouses rule for the party. If you care to remember last year, several guys from Marketing decided to ignore the one-spouse rule and used our private event to show off what mack daddies they are. The line for the ladies room was literally out the door and we ran out of Diet Fanta by seven. If anyone has a problem with the new rule, I suggest you take it up with Ken in Marketing and his cohort."

- The New Yorker took it upon themselves to come up with some office memos from Bin Laden to his staff. All are pretty funny.

(via loosebaggymonster)

Source: bankuei

"If [rape is a synonym for rob or plunder] then I think President Obama is really raping the American taxpayer, and he’s not even giving us a dinner or a glass of wine or cocktail."

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Eric Boiling, adding to his ever-growing long list of offensive statements as a Fox News correspondent. 

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Fun fact: Rape is not a synonym for rob or plunder. Also, bonus fun fact: raping, plundering, and robbing are not made less horrible by the perpetrator first giving the victim wine.

That you thought otherwise explains a lot, though! I’m so glad we could clear this up.

(via newsweek)

Source: mediamatters.org

"We tried the post-partisan thing. It wasn’t working, and that’s where the carpet bombing comes in,” Espinoza said. “We know the Republicans are not going to stand down. They’re not going to play nice. They’re going to fight dirty, so the Obama campaign is braced for it, and they’re going on offense early."

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The New, Nasty Obama Campaign (via The Atlantic)

I don’t know. Not everyone is quite so sure the 2008 campaign was so positive. (Nor that it should have been.) I suppose they arguably tried the “post-partisan thing” in actual governing, and that obviously did not work out.

(via theatlantic)

Source: The Atlantic

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alexalycios replied to your post: This could go very badly

good for you though! is this a class through school or an actual dance company?

Neither. It’s at a dance school unassociated with a company: this place. 

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So, I danced for 14 years, and was on pointe for six of them. But the last time I put on pointe shoes was, uh, four years ago. I’ve been meaning to get back into it for basically all four years, and I’m going to take classes this summer. Rather than starting reasonably with some getting-back-to-basics stuff, however, I’ve somehow managed to let myself get talked into a pointe class with a friend. Class is tomorrow.

I just dug my pointe shoes out from under a pile of memorabilia in my closet. Good news: I can still get on top of my toes and all that just fine, so my ankles evidently have some semblance of strength in them.

Bad news: I got through one half of a pirouette before toppling over.

Uh-oh.

npr:

Pumping water for the family camels in #mongolia. Google ‘npr mongolia’ for pictures and stories. (John Poole / NPR) (Taken with Instagram at South Gobi, Mongolia)

More pics, plus interesting story, here. 
(PS NPR why didn’t you link to that in your original post?)

npr:

Pumping water for the family camels in #mongolia. Google ‘npr mongolia’ for pictures and stories. (John Poole / NPR) (Taken with Instagram at South Gobi, Mongolia)

More pics, plus interesting story, here. 

(PS NPR why didn’t you link to that in your original post?)

Source: npr

All The American Idol Finalists: Where They Are Now

This has been one of the most insanely busy weeks of my life in quite some time. From left-to-right:

First, I finished my first year of law school (!!!). Finishing our last final did not have quite the euphoria I expected it to, because when you finish your last exam they then hand you 272 pages of caselaw to read for a writing competition. Thankfully, I finished that Friday, This is at our hurray-we’re-done lunch, after several drinks, and if you’re looking at my user pic and confused, I’m behind the camera, not in this picture.

Second, it was my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary! I had a smaller version of their wedding cake made, got champagne with the same label they had at their wedding, had some of their friends over, our family, etc., and surprised them.  My dad was surprised, but my mom, whom it is impossible to surprise, was not, but appreciated it nonetheless, I think.

Third, my younger sister graduated from high school. She goes to a Catholic all-girls school, and rather than caps and gowns, they wear white dresses (you have to click the pic to see the dress). When they get their diplomas, they also get yellow roses, and then rather than throwing their caps in the air, they throw their yellow roses in the air. Frankly, I think she got jipped without the cap and gown, but she loved loved loved this school, so that’s something, I suppose. Graduation was particularly fantastic because, if I may do a big-sister-brag, she won an award! At graduation they give out two awards: valedictorian and the St. Julie Award, where the St. Julie award is given to the senior who most exemplifies the school’s mission - learning, servant-leadership, service, generosity, determination, etc. Students are nominated by their peers and then the faculty vote. Anyway, the principal started saying, “This young woman was such an obvious choice - ” and going on about how fantastic this award-ee is, while I thought it sure sounded like my little sister, as her big sister, I am hardwired to think she’s the best thing since sliced bread. But sure enough, SHE WON. I could not be prouder.

Anyway, so I’ve been away from the internet for the past week. Thanks to all that stuff. But I am BACK, Internet, so never fear. Hope you kept it warm for me.

With Bush and Cain behind him, Romney has this election LOCKED UP.