In "Techno Tuesday"

For me, just true enough to be sad, not enough to be funny. Don't know why.

In "Questions Couples Should Ask (Or Wish They Had) Before Marrying"

The only important question: Can I contemplate being able to stand this person for the rest of my life even though the answers to ALL these questions are likely to change? We weren't going to have kids, for instance, and our daughter turned 24 last October. There are times I would have cheerfully drowned his mother and his father. They're dead. We've never had a TV in the bedroom, though. That DOES matter.

In "Participation Inequality. "

Some of us just type fast. And some of us are the 1% in (horrors) other Internet places besides this one.

In "Curious George; My hosting company (Dreamhost) is having serious problems. I need a reliable hosting company. Suggestions?"

I've been using Dreamhost for donkey's years and haven't had much in the way of problems--didn't even notice these ones, frankly. They're better than most.

In "Gods Armour Pyjamas"

I wish they made these in adult sizes--I'd buy one. My kinky high-Episcopalian husband would REALLY enjoy that.

In "CuriousGeorge: are restaurant eggs different than home eggs?"

My grandmother fed her chickens cracked corn and garbage. All the stalks, rinds, pot-ends, and plate-scrapings. Golly were those eggs delicious. And I decided then that chickens deserve to be eaten. They were stupid, smelly, and vicious. They could run around for ages with their heads cut off. They would peck one of their own number to death (thus "hen-pecked"), eat their own broken eggs, and peck me so hard when I went to gather eggs that they drew blood (I used to put an egg-carton over my hand when I went under the hens to get their eggs). Plus NOTHING stinks like chicken-poop.

In "Despite the War, Love blossoms in Iraq"

Dirty Deeds Done With Sheep (embedded video)

In "HotCaptcha"

Darnit, the women I thought were hot weren't scrawny pouting cat-posed goofballs. I must not be human.

In "Curious George: Que est-ce que ringtone?"

Mine says, "Pick up the phone, honey," if it's my husband. It says "Mom, are you there?" if it's my daughter. And it plays Ludacris "Get Back" (You Don't Know Me Like That) for everyone else. It almost never rings because nobody ever calls me.

In "For those who enjoy a challenge of definitons"

Argh. playing. they haven't left yet.

I took it in two minutes while surrounded by a homeroom full of sixth grade boys who were rolling around playign cards, studying, asking questions, and generally causing mayhem. So my 96% is quite an achievement.

In "Another step in the Google Empire:"

Ack--I can't remember where I saw this before. What did they buy in order to add this module? I remember tinkering around with just this interface somewhere at one point.

In "Stephen Colbert sticks it to Bush - to his face."

So far it has, in fact, been pretty completely marginalized by the press. Bush's performance with his double is getting all the notice instead.

You know, Colbert's monologue & video are about as controversial as an extended "Tonight Show" monologue. What's controversial these days is actually saying it in front of the President--have the media been in a conspiracy to prevent him from knowing what anybody says about him?

In "Anonymous, George: Why Won't He Wear The Ring?"

My husband and I wear inexpensive plain gold rings. They don't interfere with anything I do (though I once had an allergy attack, my fingers swelled up, and I had to have the ring cut off, which was no big deal). My husband says that any married man who doesn't wear a ring is not to be trusted.

In "Curious George: Chiropractic"

1. When dealing with back and neck pain, most medical doctors are dangerous quacks and should be avoided. The research shows almost no positive results from back surgery, yet they keep recommending it. These folks feel the need to stare at MRIs and X-rays, say "Hmmm" and come up with a diagnosis, but they really are operating in no-man's-land and they won't admit it. 2. Chiropractors are also quacks, but they are more consistently quackish. I went to one once who ran some kind of squeaking machine over my body, claiming it did something-or-other. My husband's back pain was helped only by chiropractic, but once the guy he liked went out of business, that was it. Some of them are really scary. 3. I recommend getting a recommendation for a really good physical therapist. Many of them appear to be sane, and they don't pretend to know too much. If you can find a good massage therapist, who doesn't do anything extreme or make any bizarre claims, you may get lucky. I am told accupuncture works for many people, too.

In "Curling, curling with desire!"

Damn. This made my day. A truly unusual cultural juxtaposition - not easy to do when you can't see the culture you swim in.

In "New York Times reviewer takes on new poetry from Billy Collins"

Billy Collins writes clear, brief poetry, and many people are impatient with his poems because they seem too easy to understand and too obvious. However,I teach English to sixth graders, and my kids (I read them a poem every day and we discuss them, everything from "Dover Beach" and "My Father's Waltz" to "Children's Story" by Slick Rick) have a really hard time understanding his poems. The appearance of ease is deceptive.

In "Out With The Old Drunk, In With The New"

I haven't had a drink in 33 years and my husband hasn't had a drink in 32 years. AA does work for some (like us) but it does take some compulsive meeting-attending in the beginning. I haven't been to a meeting in years, though. I'm allergic to owl semen. That said, you could often tell when someone had a "slip" because he or she would show up with facial contusions. Forgetting you can't walk is a good sign you're stinking drunk (unless you're like my mother and have Parkinson's).

In "Curious George x 5:"

Hmmm . . . this is disturbing. These are the things I look at most regularly: Ta-da Lists BBC News NutritionData's Nutrition Facts Calorie Counter Revised

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