Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton defended staying in the Democratic nominating contests Friday by saying that her husband did not wrap up the nomination until June 1992 and that, “We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California.”
Unbe-fucking-lievable. "I'm staying in this nomination fight because we all know Obama is getting shot to death sometime, probably sooner rather than later." If she thinks that, no wonder Bill is pushing for Hillary to get the veep slot.
The logo of a Manhattan cleaning company:
And the logo of one of Hershey's various brands:
I've passed the storefront of this cleaners before, and have always wondered at what exact point the decision to copy the candy bar logo took place. Did they pick the name Symphony first, and then decide, "You know what, someone has already figured out a font in which that word looks good; let's just go with that," or were they wandering the candy aisle looking for inspiration? "How about '5th Avenue'?" "Well, that's pretty good, but we're not located on 5th Avenue. Just use the one next to it."
When there's a tragedy like the earthquake in China, sometimes it's too easy to put the human cost out of our minds. So we must be extra mindful not to forget about the panda cost.
(Link from Jens, via Rose)
Last night I saw that someone had left their copy of the New York Post on the train. The headline on the front page read:
Trooper big facing grill kills himself
And I thought, well that allllllmost makes sense. Except for the word "big". What part of speech is that? An adverb? Like, "Trooper totally facing inquiry commits suicide", but "big" instead of "totally"? We seem to have determined that it is a noun in Post-speak. The headline of the actual article reads:
TROOPER SUICIDE Ex-big was due on grill
And the article reveals that the trooper was "a former top State Police official", so, a big shot, so, a "big", I guess. The Post really is amazing in its willingness to completely make up new usages for words and just act like they're normal.
That is, Robyn Hitchcock and Andy Partridge collaborating on an album. I feel so amazingly target-marketed to by the universe.