archives for Sunday 29 July 2007
the lack of what was found there
Sunday 29 July 2007 | I like a cookie
I dreampt last night that my nonexistent girlfriend kept calling to ask me questions, and I told her sleepily, “You’re just using me to Google stuff!” Surveying the searches which bring people to our unreliable shores often yields many more questions than it answers. Why, for example, do so many people want to snort aripiprazole? [...]
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where would we be without dooce?
Sunday 29 July 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
We’d still have our asses, because they wouldn’t be laughed off yet. “Today I drove down to a hotel in the nether regions of Utah to camp out by myself and try to finish off some stuff I’ve got due very early next week. I had forgotten about this, but the billboards along the freeway [...]
