She totally gets you but will never use the information to her advantage.

So she says.

I’d watch my step anyway, if’n I was you.

Me, she loves.

Does Ace’s mom actually read his blog?

And if so, a) does that explain a lot or b) is she simply the most self-posessed mom evah or just blessed with an extremely strong heart?

Wishing you continued good health, Mrs. Acemom.

Bonus Ace. Mmhm.

It’s scary what you might get if you image-Google the name of an ex. I’m just sayin’.

No, it’s not you. STOP GOOGLING. Sheesh.

Michael Chertoff bears a startling resemblance to Rasputin.

Discuss.

Sure we are. To which Allah’s headline remarked, “Super.” Poor guy must have the brown eyes of football-and-hockey doom. C’mon, Allah, it’s now your God-given right to throw out the “raaaaaacist” tag.

Best laugh I’ve had all week.

Trying to click through to a few links on my cell, which, for a net-junkie, I’d imagine, is like a coke addict licking the last few tiny grains off his fingers, I tried to click an Ace link from Hot Air and got …

Unsupported content type.

Did you know the ins and outs of how big-firm attorneys charged?

I didn’t either.

[Reform toward flat-fee or contingency representation is] good for the client, certainly: no more $200 phone calls that last only 5 minutes (but which get billed in 15- and 30-minute increments). No more charges for an attorney to attend a firm-wide half-hour meeting wherein numerous cases are discussed in one-sentence summaries, with each of those clients being billed for the attorney’s full half-hour.

It’s good for the legal system, too. Nothing brings on superflous, unnecessary motion practice like a corporate attorney’s representation of a client with deep pockets.

Yowza. I guess I’m fortunate that so far my dealings with attorneys (as opposed to friends who are attorneys) have been limited to two specified services for two flat fees.

Bonus Venom: Heh.

I may cry.

I don’t think Dawn Summers is really a liberal. I mean, seriously, can’t they take away her membership card for this:

And then when Melissa Etheridge gave her stirring introduction about how she believed in this man and was inspired by him and I thought she was talking about Jesus and then my little cousin said “no, I don’t think so,” and then I said “sounds like Jesus” and she was all “nah, I’m pretty sure it’s not Jesus” and then AL GORE came on the stage and I had to pay her a dollar? That sucked.

I mean, I had to give my cousin the dollar, not Mellissa Etheridge. I wouldn’t even give her a nickel for that horrid “song” she was singing.

Oh, I guess that’s mean cause she had cancer.

But then again, Al Gore said I should live my life like I could be the difference and I’d really like for Mellissa Etheridge not to sing anymore.

I CANNOT believe her craptrap Golbal warming song beat Listen for the Oscar.

Sha. World’s coming to an end, indeed.

Assumes people should be talking about Jesus rather than Al Gore when they discuss how they “believe” in somebody? Check. Assumes artists should vote for Best in Show based on, you know, artistic merit rather than political merit? Check. Makes fun of bleeding hearts who think cancer (among other things) confers moral authority? Check.

But don’t tell Karol. That’d be a quarter of her blog content gone, poof.

Bonus: Buffy. While you’re at Dawn’s, watch this and chortle.

Because Angelina Jolie made her throw up.

“I don’t want any of this lover’s lament crap. I want something peppy, something happy, something up-tempo. I want something snappy.”

Update: Lileks still has a job. Let’s hope somebody gave him more than 300 words to play with this time.

“If it weren’t for super left hippy chicks giving it up to guys just for mouthing leftwing platitudes, I swear, this country would be 80% conservative.”