As we all know (if we are nerds), in the world of fan fiction, a "Mary Sue" is a character who exists solely as a surrogate for the author -- it's the ordinary girl who is a better Quidditch player than Harry Potter, or the super-spy who gets to raid Lara Croft's secret treasure vault, if you know what we mean.
I readily admit that I have not accomplished much of enduring significance in my life, but I don't get paid millions of dollars a year to do fuck all, either. The fact that some marginally-reasonable people take David Brooks sort of seriously offends the fuck out of me.
Ours are hard-wired. Thank goodness. But they do go off every time I fry something, and since they are hard-wired I can't take the batteries out til I finish cooking.
Install a switch.
Although then, I suppose you have to remember to turn it back on. Oops.
I readily admit that I have not accomplished much of enduring significance in my life, but I don't get paid millions of dollars a year to do fuck all, either. The fact that some marginally-reasonable people take David Brooks sort of seriously offends the fuck out of me.
/* pops can of Foster's ale in salute */
Excellent.
There are some non-negotiable positions.
Mitt definitely needs to go back in for re-grooving.
Can we just skip to the black hole?
Capt Kirk is banging the green chick.
I'm a guy running in a race where something called ideas matter, apparently.
If you've got the name you might as well play the game.
There is a small David Brooks here.
It's turtle shit, all the way down.
But, David Brooks <i>swears</i> he deleted the first draft!
LEAVE BROOXNEY ALONE!
If you read that editorial, it also looks like David Brooks&#039; penis was stirring.
Ours are hard-wired. Thank goodness. But they do go off every time I fry something, and since they are hard-wired I can&#039;t take the batteries out til I finish cooking.