Walk Score gives an address a "walk score" based on how many things are within walking distance. It's an interesting idea, but doesn't seem to take the nature of the roads into account. I punched in our home address, and while it found most places of interest, it didn't note that while the Publix is only .91 miles away, most of that distance is four-lane divided highway, including an overpass with no sidewalk. On the other hand, it also doesn't seem to know that the local mall is only .75 miles away and is perfectly safe to walk to.
This is my food calendar picture, taken in a café in Old Montreal.
The hotel/shopping center at the heart of the jazz festival at night.
Close-up of a note posted on the message board at the Montreal Jazz Festival.
An abandoned (I think) building in Montreal that's seen better days.
Talking Points Memo | Impeachment?
Without going into all the specifics, I think we are now moving into a situation where the White House, on various fronts, is openly ignoring the constitution, acting as though not just the law but the constitution itself, which is the fundamental law from which all the statutes gain their force and legitimacy, doesn't apply to them.
If that is allowed to continue, the defiance will congeal into precedent. And the whole structure of our system of government will be permanently changed.
Screamin' Beans. Very therapeutic, though not in the typically "nature's broom" kind of way.
He takes nearly 1,000 words to ponder whether it's OK to spoil the ending of the new Harry Potter book. Let's see if I can do it in less.
If a writer feels it necessary to divulge plot points, he should simply tell the reader before he does so, and the reader can decide to skip the appropriate section or not. This can be done with the simple use of "SPOILER ALERT" in the text.
46 words.
We're in the middle of a runoff between Paul Broun and Jim Whitehead to be the new Congressional representative for our district. Because both are Republicans and are running in a heavily Republican district (Athens excepted), we're being treated to a contest of who is the crazier mofo. I have no doubt that regardless who ultimately wins we'll be humiliated on the Colbert Report in short order.
But that's not what I want to write about. I'm writing because I have a special relationship with Dr. Broun that I think should be shared.
A few years ago, I found myself with a tingly sensation that was sometimes painful, and other times mildly pleasurable in a way that made me uneasy. It was uncomfortable when I walked or sat, but the real test of character was at defecation time. So, I went to see the good Dr. Broun. I described the symptoms, and very quickly found myself with half a tube of KY and what I have to assume was the better part of a "true conservative's" fist in my rectum.
And now Paul (I think I've earned the right to call him that) is running for Congress. Both he and his opponent frankly give me the heebies, but there is a part of me that wants to see Paul win just so that I can say that my Congressman has quite literally given it to me up the ass.
Just got back from vacation (among other things). I'm sure photos will come shortly, but first--
Am I the only one who noticed the resemblance of the health inspector in Ratatouille to Walt Disney?