Jay: "Yeah, when Steve's drunk you can get him to do pretty much anything."
Jim: "Except behave himself."
....Why do so many people know my only weakness??
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Welcome to Better Cats and Gardens
a blog about all kindsa Stuff!
by Steve
Blogs to Look At
- This Modern World
- The Anthropik Network
- Smiles Remembered -- the blarg of Emily
- Small Streams -- the blog of Mark
- My Awesome Camera -- the blog of Gabe
- Informed Comment by Juan Cole
- Global Guerrillas by John Robb
- Firedoglake
- Excelsior! -- the blog of Sarah
- Coffee and Conservation
- Bug Girl's Blog
- BoRev - Dispatches from the Bolivarian Revolution
Other Things To Look At
Things to Read
- The Call of Cthulhu by H.P. Lovecraft
- Everything I Want To Do Is Illegal by Joel Salatin
- The Thirty Theses by Jason Godesky
- Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord
- Comments on the Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord
- The Underground History of American Education by John Taylor Gatto
- Patriotism: A Menace to Liberty by Emma Goldman
- Notes on Nationalism by George Orwell
- Politics and the English Language by George Orwell
- The Conquest of Bread by Peter Kropotkin
- The Temporary Autonomous Zone by Hakim Bey
Blog Archive
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- Just a Suggestion....
- The Pleasures of: Episode 11
- Thoughts, Midnight
- Bats at Midnight!
- Conversation Overheard in a House in Lawrenceville...
- Random Thought
- In the Boredest Hour
- The Obama New Yorker Thing
- In the Middle of the Workday
- The Pleasures Of: Episode 10
- The Pleasures of: Episode 9
- A Rebirth of Wonder?
- On Foodstamps
- Of Poesy
- The Pleasures of: Episode 8
- Happy America Day, Everybody
- Of Greeks
- And the Days
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3 comments:
It is an honor to be quoted by Roseburg's most "popular blogger and journalist, known for his flamboyance and hard-hitting interviews."
The Pink Plastic Fortune-Telling Jesus looked on, poker-faced. This Son of God, purchased for eight dollars at the Holy Virgin Catholic Replicas boutique on Liberty Avenue, had an eight ball - indeed, suspended in murky blue liquid and all - jammed into his ass.
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