Category Archives: cowardice

Steamy

Hey Buddy.  Can’t take the heat?

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Thomas Jefferson Looking Worried

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Another Deleted Comment

Joan Houlihan writes this one (below), which followed these Christopher, I know who you are. I have no desire or intention of entering into an extended dialogue with you so I will write only once and that is to set … Continue reading

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Missing Comments From Houlihan

The following comments originally appeared on this post, in which she calls me an asshole . . . because name-calling is a really mature thing for a 60+ year-old to do. I didn’t get all of them before she pulled … Continue reading

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Rant of the Day

with Joan Houlihan, pretending to be rperlman (bold emphasis mine/all caps crazytalk hers) I don’t know that. Just because you say so? I frankly don’t know WHAT you are, WHO you are, or WHY you’re spending your days here. You … Continue reading

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I’m Your Venus

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Copyright and the Web

I hate when I have to educate attorneys about copyright. Sure, I know it’s not everybody’s specialty, but there’s an amazing amount of arrogance when it comes to reposting text (and photos, design, etc.) on the web. As a librarian, … Continue reading

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Lazy Sunday, April 1st Edition

Lazy Sunday, wake up in the late afternoon. Call Tommy just to see how he’s doin’. Hello? What up, Tom? Yo Slutface, what’s crackin’? You thinking what I’m thinkin? MFA. Man, it’s happenin’. But first my hunger pains are stickin’ … Continue reading

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