One of Gaddhafi’s tanks explodes when hit by coalition forces in an airstrike. Photo Credit: Goran Tomasevic/Reuters via Guardian
A rebel fighter fires her AK-47 into the air, celebrating the withdrawal of Gaddhafi’s forces from the city of Benghazi. Photo Credit: Goran Tomasevic/Reuters
Holy shit, Aunt Margaret?!!
Thank you kindly. I’m a big fan of the CUMB and Orgo Night, too.
Oh, so wicked. I love vector art. More here.
This is superb—and incredibly well-researched. My personal favorite:
35. Utah
Almost seventy percent of Utah’s population belongs to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. But they’re also the nation’s largest consumer of paid pornography. Yes, while the rest of the country is guiltily streaming Internet porn for free, these masturbating Mormons are righteously shelling out hard-earned cash for theirs. Because it’s just like Brigham Young said, “Honest hearts produce honest actions.” And frictions.
I tried to kill myself a week ago today.
Truthfully, I tried to kill myself four times, all of them in my apartment, once with a pocketknife, once with a steak knife, and twice with a razor blade. It wasn’t a particularly fun game of Clue.
I wish I could tell you why I tried to commit suicide, but I don’t believe that there is any definitive answer to that question. In my experience, there aren’t any solid reasons for why these things happen; instead, there are triggers, like the spark that ignites a mine full of methane. There’s no reason behind it, no force of will pushing the reaction to occur. It just happens. Running up against life’s adversities always creates some friction, and sometimes, when the conditions are arranged just so, that friction is enough to set the whole world ablaze.
Unfortunately for both my psyche and our metaphor, there is no straightforward way to drain a psychological illness from somebody’s head, as one would ventilate methane from a mineshaft. Chronic mental disorders can be detected, worked around, and even alleviated, but they are rarely done away with altogether. And so, those of us who have them try to coexist, living with the knowledge that we are, in a terrifying sense, flammable.
Last week, somebody very dear to me lit a match.
every morning
Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Mark Twain.
Each time I come across this quotation, I think I understand a little bit more about it. An elegant turn of phrase containing as much wisdom as wit.