My grandma had a "milestone" birthday this weekend, which means she's quite old. So all of the family got together and had a party for her. The ratio of "America! Fuck, Yeah!" shirts was about 30%--not a one of them worn with the slightest twinge of irony.
I don't need any more jello molds or "salads" which contain marshmallows. Seriously.
I don't need any more jello molds or "salads" which contain marshmallows. Seriously.
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I ran into a collection of old Weight Watcher recipe cards from the '70s a few months back. Man oh man. The things people used to eat are terrifying. And it was considered normal back then! Normal!
Blows my mind, and I don't have enough mind left to afford that.
Re: the photogenic "requirement," eh, I dunno. I'll venture to say that everybody currently on the SCOTUS bench is capable of at least taking a dignified picture, if not always a charming one. Scalia's probably the odd one out -- dude just looks like the smug, self-convinced bulldog bastard he is. But everyone else looks the part (Ginsburg is my favorite. What an eccentric old lady she must be. Or John Paul Stevens with his little striped bow-tie): full of character and noticeably intelligent too.
Miers just doesn't give me that vibe. But we'll see. I may change my tune once I see her at the hearings.