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...the same-old same-old. From a column written a few days before the election. "There is no uncertainty about the outcome of this presidential election in terms of certain characteristics of the man we elect and the political environment in which he must lead for the next four years. We're electing, no matter how long it takes for our votes to be counted or litigated, a millionaire, educated at Yale and a member of Skull and Bones. Our president will be dealing with a Congress more accustomed to satisfying the demands of special interest groups and corporate America than the wishes and needs of middle-class constituents..." Full text In short - the president and vice president and all 535 members of Congress are not representative of the population as a whole, nor do they have our best interests at heart. Best of luck.

We will be overrun by blood-sucking monkeys

Plague of locusts Four Horsemen of Apocalypse Endless reruns of 'Everybody Loves Raymond'

New Onion is up or, you can waste your afternoon playing Web games , including Yeti Stagediving

I'm mostly concerned with "Do my draws match my harness?"

Smith, with the other 12 people who weren't out of commission from Halloween parties - Was dead down there - y'all missed some beautiful weather. Saturday was a bit windy, but Sunday was beautiful.

From Oct. 20. posting: "People in the News: Book signing, Gonzo-style: Puke first Ah, looks like Hunter S. Thompson hasn't lost his touch ... according to a posting on defamer.com, Thompson was in rare form at a Los Angeles book signing on Tuesday night. The poster, who was among the 300 lining up to get Thompson's autograph on his latest, "Hey Rube," saw the hell-raising writer arrive in a sedan, hanging out the window and "yelling profanities" at the fans who were waiting in line outside the bookstore. The ambitious poster bolted after the car to the back of the store and caught an apparently drunk Thompson, surrounded by an "entourage of very contrived press handlers," and accompanied by American cinema's favorite dark horse, Benicio Del Toro. They went into the store, but Thompson was too messed up to cope, so they left the store, at which point the fan/observer writes that Del Toro held back Thompson's hair (what hair?!??!) in order for his Royal Gonzoness to throw up. But you have to hand it to Thompson -- he went right back in the store and signed the books on the floor." 'Too weird to live, too rare to die' - Hunter S. Thompson

Refried Brains 5.9 - Next to Prince of Darkness - about 6 pitches of varied climbing - hand crack, a short section of OW, a couple of mellow face pitches. Did it a few years back as the only party on the route as we watched the conga line up PoD.

suggestions from The Stranger

Sort climbing weenie at smith. screw halloween.

You are HEALED!

It's the 11th essential, after all.

"Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean? –The way I see it, if you're going to build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?" "If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles-per-hour you're going to see some serious shit."

"It's K-K-K-Ken, c-c-c-coming to k-k-k-kill me! How are you going to c-c-c-catch me, K-K-K-Ken?"

"Bluto's right, psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now, we could fight 'em with conventional weapons, that could take years, and cost millions of lives. No, in this case, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture, be done on somebody's part."

Seattle PI bumper sticker contest

Just finished two Jasper Fforde 'Thursday Next' books (fun. light reads) 'Mr. Timothy', by Louis Bayard - Timothy Cratchit as an adult, haunted by ghosts of his own, and solving a mystery. Starting 'King Rat' by China Mieville

"We can't pick up Sloane in your car. Mr. Rooney would never believe Mr. Peterson drives that piece of shit." "It's not a piece of shit." "It is a piece of shit. Don't worry about it. I don't even have a piece of shit. I have to envy yours." "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

"Thank you. That was my first game of strip croquet." "You're welcome. It's a lot more interesting than just flinging off your clothes and boning away on a neighbor's swing set." --- "Do they even have Thanksgiving in Africa?" "Oh sure, Pilgrims, Indians . . . tater-tots. It's a real party continent."

Private Frost: What the hell are we supposed to use, man? Harsh language? --- Private Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man? Private Vasquez: No, have you?

You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing.

I gotcher high balls right here, big boy...