Category Archives: Social Commentary

The New Normal

I refuse to believe that, because I don’t take pictures of my privates and send them out on the Internet to women not my wife, I’m abnormal. But I also agree with this comment:

So, besides the grey underpants photo shoot Anthony Weiner shot himself with; he is strange because he is PSYCHOTIC.

He was also strange when he was in the Well of the House, screaming at some republican … “THE GENTLEMAN WILL SIT DOWN”

Yeah, Anthony Weiner does spittle very well.

He isn’t really Jewish. His mom’s not Jewish. And, his marriage to a muslim flew under the radar screen. But is now out there with Hillary’s balloon attached.

Every time I’ve seen Anthony Weiner with his nutty rants in the Well, I’ve thought him deranged — that he was also self-and-marriage-destructively sexually obsessed surprised me not at all (I would be similarly unshocked by similar behavior from the unlamented vaginal-rinse container Alan Grayson). The only thing that surprises me, but shouldn’t is that the Democrats thought he was just fine, and a rising star in the party, until this.

Hyphens Can Be Your Friend

or your enemy. I’m fairly fastidious about this (as I am with apostrophes), and I no doubt annoy many people whose stuff I edit. As the piece points out, the purpose of a hyphen is to disambiguate adjectives, so you can tell for sure what is modifying what. For instance, “a light red fox” could be an underweight red fox, but “light-red fox” indicates that it is a fox (of indeterminate subspecies) that is light red in color. The exception is if the first word is an adverb, such as “lightly colored fox,” in which case the hyphen and connection of the two words is implicit.

That is all.

Facebook “Friends”

I’ve commented in the past that I’m much more selective about whom I friend on Facebook than a lot of people seem to be. I will never respond to a friend request from someone who I don’t know, in the sense of having met them either on line or in meatspace, with the exception of those who actually introduce themselves and explain why they want me to friend them. This is just one reason why.

It Doesn’t Look Like The Depression

Color photographs of the thirties. I always think of the world as being black and white back then, because that’s what all the photos are. It kind of reminds me of this classic exchange between Calvin and his dad:

Calvin: How come old photographs are always black and white? Didn’t they have color film back then?
Dad: Sure they did. In fact, those old photographs are in color. It’s just that the world was black and white then. The world didn’t turn color until sometime in the 1930s, and it was pretty grainy color for a while, too.
Calvin: But then why are old paintings in color?! If the world was black and white, wouldn’t artists have painted it that way?
Dad: Not necessarily. A lot of great artists were insane.
Calvin: But… But how could they have painted in color anyway? Wouldn’t their paints have been shades of gray back then?
Dad: Of course, but they turned colors like everything else did in the ’30s.
Calvin: So why didn’t old black and white photos turn color too?
Dad: Because they were color pictures of black and white, remember?

That kid’s going to need a therapist.