Nicole Belle wonders why Obama is so full of awful ideas
As opposed to, say, the guy he is running against.
Way to be, Crooks and Liars. Keep fighting that good fight. She only SUSPENDED her campaign! She could still win!!!
I can’t stop the bleeding
Nicole Belle wonders why Obama is so full of awful ideas
As opposed to, say, the guy he is running against.
Way to be, Crooks and Liars. Keep fighting that good fight. She only SUSPENDED her campaign! She could still win!!!
I’ll let you be the judge.
(h/t Josh Zhixel)
That said, I should mention that I have no plans to follow suit.

Taylor Marsh is everything that is wrong with politics on the internet
(p.s. I hate linking to TNR)
an excerpt:
“I’m working that very hard,” she says of her attempts to get a paid radio job. She’s been scrambling to set up meetings with radio execs, and her listeners have been sending letters in her support. “I don’t understand why they don’t give me a shot. I’ve been marooned in the desert for far too long.”
Spoiler: it’s because you’re untalented and have nothing to offer that will attract listeners.
it is with a slap to the cheek that i write this entry as i have lived a block away from this restaurant and never tried it until last week. really? throwing distance and i wasn’t there?
after numerous positive reviews from friends i finally caved and went for a late supper with my friend bill. we perused the menu and came to simultaneous, mutual decisions but alas, many of the offerings were out of season. no monkfish liver pate for the summer. instead, we went with a succulent and unctuous pork belly that was topped with tiny dollops of kewpie brand mayo. the two of us were left drooling and ready for more. octopus balls were well seasoned, perfectly fried and a fantastic blend of crispy and chewy. we finished with an order of the salmon bombs – small slivers of raw fish topped with innovative ingredients all on rice beds. the fried chicken was mediocre – we didn’t bother with this as we were content with every thing else.
i am certainly returning to try other dishes. in the interim, please feel free to suggest entrees i should order. thanks!
I’m sure Marc Guggenheim said some other important crap in this interview, but I’m most looking forward to this:
OK, what’s cool about Green Lantern? Why Green Lantern? And we always come from that place, which is an incredibly useful thing to do because you don’t want Green Lantern to be a generic superhero movie. You want it to be all the things you expect when you buy a $10 ticket that says Green Lantern on it.
(emphasis mine)
While I’m back in 2001 I intend to warn my past self that dying one’s hair Aquaman blonde will yield absolutely nothing in terms of one night stands. Also, invest heavily in Apple and Google.
today, an unexpected treat arrived in the form of my sister inviting me out for a late lunch/early supper (let’s not get into semantics here, OK?) at soba-ya, a tiny, quiet and zen-infused japanese noodle shop tucked next to a holistic pet shop. it almost makes perfect sense!
clean aesthetic matched the flavors of everything. my sister, a veteran of this restaurant, suggested that we start with the boiled spinach and sesame. i immediately blanched, thinking this sounded kind of gross, and when it arrived, a lump of smashed greens on a tiny square plate, i just about congratulated myself…that is, until i tasted it. simple. unpretentious. delicious. “though it could use a little peppery kick,” i muttered, finishing off the dish.
i had a small appetizer portion of shrimp tempura and it was not so good – oily, mushy and spongy. however, this was all made up for by the soba i ordered: cold, unadorned and served with a side of hot broth with duck breast. the noodles have the perfect texture – not over cooked like at other places, and have a good, chewy bite. the duck soup was more like a gravy and i took to slathering the slices of meat over my noodles before stuffing the whole mess into my face. result? happiness! no more cranky pants!
the service is lovely – polite, and like all good superstitious japanese places, they insist on everyone saying goodbye to you as you leave (it’s for good luck). well, good luck for me because i’ll be back soon! good luck for them because next time i’m going in with a real appetite and ordering one of everything on the menu. keep it comin’!!!