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Bwa ha ha! This is hilarious. Hilariously SAD. HT: Feministe

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Built to Spill will be at the Deli tomorrow. I won’t be at the Deli; I’ll be at work.

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Hipsters and emo kids: If a moderately observant Memphis motorist can see you cruising by her in traffic and mistake you — with your dyed-black, vertically sculpted, asymmetrical hair and long sideburns atop a baby face dwarfed by thick, large, gold sunglasses — for an Elvis impersonator, it may be time to move on to a new look.

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I can’t remember all of them, but there were a lot of dogs in my dreams last night. The last one — and the one that finally woke me up — was a giant bull mastiff wearing a backward baseball cap, his paws on my parents’ door, his big sad eyes peering into the house.

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Actually, it burns for no one in particular. It just burns. I’ve been reading up on peptic and duodenal ulcers, and by golly I think I may have one of those damn things, probably duodenal. Either that or acid reflux disease. Because for several months now I’ve had chronic chest pain and burning. Mostly burning. Every day. Several times a day. Could it be? Could my lower esophageal sphincter be defective? Dear lord, they don’t…

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Two things — One, this:

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It might surprise no one and everyone — I’m not sure which — that I haven’t yet read The Da Vinci Code — that bastion of hypermarketed literary sensation. But I am in the process of remedying that egregious infraction, thanks in large part to Ashley lending me her hefty illustrated hardcover copy — a volume that, as I lie in bed leafing through it, gives me occasional college-era flashbacks to a time when I…

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When the pain comes out of nowhere while you are putting a warm leftover hamburger on loaf bread for lunch, and the throbbing pools within you and weakens your knees, threatening to tear your insides out, and suddenly the burger is on the coffee table and you are doubled up on the couch, trying to quell the intensity of the pain that, though it came from nowhere, feels like it’s been there forever, a pain…

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When they start assigning husbands and forcing pregnancies, at least let me be named Ofkeith, please.

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I have no great love for Catholicism or the Pope, but I do have a great love of freedom of speech and the right to criticize that which we see as harmful to our world. And if the Pope wants to use his enormous soapbox to make commentary about one of the failings of the world’s other main religions, well, he should be able to do that without it provoking ridiculous outrage including the bombing…

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