All about me

I wonder if I could find a stress clinic with a drive-thru service.

We can't even talk about this without taking a Monty Python refresher course afterward:

Love it, hate it or laugh at it—at least it's inexpensive.

Sales of Spam—that much maligned meat—are rising as consumers are turning more to lunch meats and other lower-cost foods to extend their already stretched food budgets.

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I was the editor of my high school yearbook, so naturally a story like this catches my eye:

Queen Creek Unified School District officials are reviewing policies and guidelines regarding student publications after several parents complained about the high school yearbook earlier this month.

OK, let's stop feeling sorry for ourselves, no matter how hard our lives have seemed. Just imagine having to hoe this row:

MEMPHIS, Tenn. - A woman who defied medical odds and spent nearly 60 years in an iron lung after being diagnosed with polio as a child died Wednesday after a power failure shut down the machine that kept her breathing, her family said.

Recently, I linked to Megan McCardle's review of the Kindle, which she liked a lot, and she was so convincing I seriously thought about buying one. I didn't, though, and after reading Ann Althouse's take, I may have to think about it a little longer:

Man, talk about an inconvenient breakdown:

Whenever I get too pessimistic about the future, I console myself with the knowledge that I haven't gone completely around the bend:

BUSKIRK, N.Y. - A few years ago, Kathleen Breault was just another suburban grandma, driving countless hours every week, stopping for lunch at McDonald's, buying clothes at the mall, watching TV in the evenings.

I continue my impressive record of seeing buzzworthy movies on cable months after everyone else has stopped even talking about them. This gives me the advantage of being able to read a lot of informed comment immediately after seeing the movie, to see if there's anything I missed. And there's little need to worry about issuing a SPOILER alert for anything I might write. 

The one loss that would be felt the most if newspapers went away:

Ah, the march of civilization:

EBENSBURG, Pa. (AP) - Members of a small Amish community in western Pennsylvania have to decide by tomorrow whether to challenge a state order over their school's outhouses.

The school sits on Andy Swartzentruber's farm 70 miles east of Pittsburgh. A state judge has ruled that he and the school are in violation of the state sewage disposal law.