tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70892034975411120012009-10-12T23:32:09.418-07:00where the idle conversation runs about as rampant as my dead one-legged grandmaJess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089203497541112001.post-19223442159725345622009-08-03T04:42:00.000-07:002009-08-03T04:48:51.230-07:00On GMA this morning, there was a story about Rush Limbaugh's five-month 90-pound weight loss. As the story began, there was a title line at the bottom of the screen which said, "RUSH DIET" and the subtitle in slightly smaller capital letters, "HOW DOES LIMBAUGH DIET WORK?"<br /><br />My eyes are not what they used to be. I misread the subtitle this way:<br /><blockquote>HOW DOES LIMBAUGH GET WORK?</blockquote>Which I've often wondered.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089203497541112001-1922344215972534562?l=jessiescornerbooth.blogspot.com'/></div>Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089203497541112001.post-1417976529291087382008-07-20T06:24:00.001-07:002008-07-20T06:26:01.739-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lnZ7tmMXt3M/SIM82GJ9dQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/8fPSOrh55PY/s1600-h/BushHugger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lnZ7tmMXt3M/SIM82GJ9dQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/8fPSOrh55PY/s400/BushHugger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225086892742898946" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089203497541112001-141797652929108738?l=jessiescornerbooth.blogspot.com'/></div>Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089203497541112001.post-84466597968616006432008-07-19T10:08:00.000-07:002008-07-25T10:20:48.068-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Bless his heart, President of the United States — a total failure,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">losing all credibility with the American people on the economy,</div><div style="text-align: center;">on the war, on energy, you name the subject."<br /></div><div> <br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, , going straight for the heart</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">after President Bush scolded Congress for failing to pass bills</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.time.com/time/quotes/0,26174,1824321,00.html">Time/CNN</a> July 18, 2008</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">:: </span><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089203497541112001-8446659796861600643?l=jessiescornerbooth.blogspot.com'/></div>Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089203497541112001.post-89309611163981100162008-05-30T06:52:00.000-07:002008-05-31T06:33:20.093-07:00<div>It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, so lovely that people are enjoying leisurely walks with their dogs in the park. One of them, a lady of, let's say, "maturity" encounters a gentleman half her age, let's say 29.875 years, give or take. Their dogs meet in the usual, somewhat uncouth, doggie way, sniffing each other's body parts which, in human culture, would be considered rude indeed, but in the world of dogs, that's the way it's done.</div><div><br /></div><div>The lady and gentleman pause to exchange pleasantries while their dogs get acquainted. The gentleman is well-groomed, nicely dressed in clean clothing, and seems educated. The conversation, an exchange of information about dog breeds, flows. All is right with the world at hand when, without warning...</div><div><br /></div><div>...the so-called gentleman hocks a loogie and spits it onto the very sidewalk where they stand! In the middle of the conversation! Without so much as a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">pardon my incredibly rude, insulting, unhealthy, disgusting, socially inappropriate behavior</span>!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089203497541112001-8930961116398110016?l=jessiescornerbooth.blogspot.com'/></div>Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089203497541112001.post-40161783479609545992008-05-15T20:17:00.000-07:002008-05-15T20:23:05.506-07:00...it appears that Blogger hasn't perfected the Mental Dictation Interception feature yet. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089203497541112001-4016178347960954599?l=jessiescornerbooth.blogspot.com'/></div>Jess D'Zertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028778162363430904noreply@blogger.com0