September 2010
August 2010
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Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin want to take us back... →
Back to God, back to greatness, and other such phrases that sound inspiring and comforting to their followers.
I want a date. I want to know what year we’re going back to. Reagan’s years, when he tried so hard to never acknowledge the spread of AIDS? To some sort of magical time in the 1950s that exists only in fiction, where ladies and minorities knew their places, and everyone...
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a...”
– Ann Druyan, talking about her dead husband Carl Sagan (via savagemike, atheistramblings, phazerblast, jonahray, wordsbycodi, lunchbreak)
we found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
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My Cat
sisterspock:
She just ate a sketchy grape off the floor and then made a face.
Classy broad.
Cats are best when they have these embarrassing moments.
