There is a large hardware store and lumberyard where I live and I pass them whenever I drive by: day laborers, jornaleros, the men with their hands in their pockets glancing furtively at any car that slows down, reminding me of nothing so much as the streetwalkers I see in downtown Oakland. I have always wondered what their lives are like, and in a recent article in our local weekly, writer David Bacon listened to one of their stories.
There but for the grace of God (and being born into privileged countries with self sacrificing parents and a bit of luck), go we.
Offender Philip recently mentioned Gilligan’s Island, and it naturally brought to mind a litmus test question for men: Ginger or Maryanne?
It’s one of those fundamental cosmic queries that guys must grapple with, like chocolate vs. vanilla; Chevy vs. Ford; the Marx Brothers vs. The Three Stooges (The Marx Bros., btw, it’s not even close).
It is beautifully maintained, the lawn groomed as crisply as a marine’s buzz cut. Little American flags flank the front door, and every Christmas, the lights go on without a bulb out. Among the lights, of course, is a little American flag light display, in case you missed the ones by the front door.
Our neighborhood is a lopsided mix of liberal young families and older conservative retirees. The retirees moved here years ago to get away from big city hassles, and our generation gradually moved in for the good schools.
My kids and I titter a little every time we walk our dog Ozzy past the Reagan House. It feels like such a throwback – there’s even a Buick in the driveway. And we always marvel at the lawn, telling each other in our best grouchy old man voice, “You damn kids stay off the lawn.” I mean, this lawn is so perfect, you just know the owners spend an hour a day patrolling it for stray weeds or wayward leaves or those damn kids.
In the final episode of Passive Aggressive Boyfriend, Liz and Ira go eyeball to eyeball:
The stars of “Passive-Aggressive Boyfriend,” Liz Ho and Ira Heinichen, are a couple in real life. And that ridiculously cute dog Cooper? Yup, also theirs. And a few months ago, these two got engaged.
Think your engagement announcement was interesting? Think again:
These images of Liz and Ira and Cooper went viral. They made them just for fun for friends and family, but someone somewhere saw them, and, within a few days, they were picked up by CNN, ABC’s “The Chew,” the Daily Mail, The New York Daily News and The Huffington Post.
Have you been the victim of passive-aggressive behavior? I’m here to tell you, you have options: stab the person in the eye with a fork; open the front door, walk out and never come back; spend ten years turning their friends against them, or – OR – give them a big fat spoonful of their own medicine:
Now me, I would never pointedly ask my son if he has seen the dog’s collar, which I know is sitting in plain view on the table, as a way to hint to him that I’m mad he hasn’t walked the dog yet; nor would I…
…oh never mind, point is, next episodes, Liz will have her REVENGE!
One of my favorite places to visit is the Grand Canyon. I’ve been there about four times and each experience was a very real reminder of the beauty and majesty that exists in the world. On any day, the Grand Canyon is a sight to behold, but this past weekend, a rare meteorological occurrence called an inversion, which made the canyon look like this:
Basically, a dense fog filled the canyon and made things look “prettier.” So on this Hump Day, here are a few images of this “once-in-a-lifetime” event to remind us of the wonders that are out there.
In an era of increasingly progressive attitudes toward homosexuality, it saddens me that former San Francisco 49-ers and Oakland Raiders’ lineman and all around assmunch Kwame Harris didn’t feel comfortable revealing his sexuality until it was revealed for him when he beat the shit out of his ex-boyfriend, Dimitri Geier.
It’s all part of the equality package: gay marriage, gay divorce, gay domestic abuse. Equal rights for everyone, huzzah!
And it all came down to soy sauce and underpants.
Harris and his ex Dimitri Geier weren’t even an item when it happened. According to Craig Charles, Geier’s attorney, “They’d broken up and gotten back together a couple times. It was not a formal relationship.” I believe that’s code for “fuck buddies,” no? Read more...