desperation

Great.

Some moron has taken a wonderful opportunity for people experiencing homelessness to make a little extra money legally, legitimately and honestly and turned it into a ridiculous propaganda effort, exploiting the Homeless in the process while damaging the credibility of Street newspapers everywhere.

Desperation, frustration, mental illness, drugs; who knows what causes an individual to step outside the bounds of "rational behavior"?

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The Hill reports on Nikki Tinker’s new negative ad attempting to imply that Rep. Steve Cohen harbors some neo-confederate sympathies:

As my Twitter peeps are painfully aware, I have a nasty cold and the coughing is out of control.

It even caused me to lose my dinner, actually.

You're welcome.

I have ransacked the cabinets, and have taken pretty much one of everything I can find, including some 5 year old cough medicine with codeine.

The official addition of search–real time search–is definitely going to take Twitter to the next level and offer up monetization possibilities, but at what cost?  I don’t expect Twitter to go on commercial free forever, but is summize going to take the spammy stuff we’re already seeing there to the next level too?  And how ex

Well, of course I had to hit “play” to see what the fuss was about. And wouldn’t you know that as the opening thrums of Warren’s chords flashed through my brain I first felt joy, then despair.

I smoked the Pesky Fly out when I weighed in on this music video competition. Of course, then I had to start whuppin' him like a stepchild. But I will admit that he is not a chump. Despite his taste lapses due to his being such a baby child of the Punk Era, he nonetheless made me take him semi-seriously with his Misirlou post. But then he started showing his desperation by double posting with

Squirrel Queen is a historian of sorts when it comes to baseball promotions that go horribly wrong. I honestly love hearing her talk about things that she saw when there were only three channels watching

Old difficulties, demons, desperation, return as I attempt to leave homelessness, in the same order I left them behind. Like that great adventurer in Jules Vernes classic, Journey to The Center of The Earth, I am riding atop a tumultuous geyser blast out of the pit of the earth. If anything were to go wrong now, it would be disastrous. Not only would I not make it completely out of