Where does the good go

Archive for July, 2007

It’s like he doesn’t even know me

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007 by Dawn Summers

“Did you delete that [deliciously embarassing] video I sent you?” – Fisch

Senator crazy might also be crooked

Monday, July 30th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

ORAGE, Alaska (Reuters) – The FBI and IRS have searched the home of Republican Sen. Ted Stevens in a ski resort in Alaska as part of an investigation into his links with an oil-services company, officials said on Monday.

“All I can really say is we are conducting a search at the residence. We can’t go any deeper into detail than that,” said Dave Heller, spokesman for the FBI in Anchorage.

FBI searches Senator’s home

Simpsons review

Monday, July 30th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Bad news: I fell asleep after 46 minutes.
Good news: I like sleep.

Conversation of the Day

Monday, July 30th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Scene: Dawn may or may not have been saying “Atia of the Julii, I call for justice” over and over and over and over and over again, so that by the time we got to the car, Alceste immediately plugged in Mary’s ipod and pressed play as we were leaving the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot.

Alceste: This is the inaugural playing of Liz Phair in the Professor!
Me: No it’s not. I listen to ‘Why can’t I’ all the time.
Alceste: Okay, it’s the inaugural playing of good Liz Phair in the Professor
Me: (quietly starts to sing ‘Why Can’t I) Why Can’t I breathe whenever I think about youuuu
Alceste: Dawn. I will hit the next speed bump…HARD.

Hands down

Sunday, July 29th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

I was telling someone the other day that my mother wouldn’t let me wear makeup and or paint my nails unless there was a dance recital, play or school graduation which merited such harlotry. Honestly, she could map out the path from eyeshadow to teen preganancy in thirty-three seconds without taking a breath.
Plus, I was always quite the tomboy and my nails were always getting smashed off by handballs or basketballs or in my softball mitts. I didn’t get my first manicure till my second year in law school and that was because I was bored and that’s what my friend was doing that afternoon.
It was nice, I liked the hand massaging dealie, but the paint would inevitably smear even before I left the shop or end up with a perfect imprint of my big left toe right there on the surface somehow — so, basically, I never saw the need.
Until last week:
Ok, and I know that looks freaky, but dude, it wasnt even the look of it that prompted me to action. They were basically impeding my ability to type and as I make my living blogging and text messaging, I couldn’t have my lightning quick wit impaired by ninteen inch nails.
So I made a date to have the cut…though, hours before I went in I started to panic that I had waited so long that my nails now had a lifeforce of their own.
I feared that as I approached the salon, it would sense its own impending destruction and retailate — taking out a few innocent Chinese manicurists in an effort to escape.
Alas, my fears were evidently unfounded.
All will be well for a good four, five months.

Fun with horoscopes

Friday, July 27th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

A difficult encounter with a friend has you over-analyzing your own motives, along with everything else. Don’t waste energy doing the self-doubt thing. It really isn’t productive. Instead, use your questioning to find out what your really stand for — and then follow through on your convictions.

No good deed goes…

Friday, July 27th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

James Scarabino is living proof that no good deed goes unpunished.

The Long Island father of three was heading to work around 1 a.m. yesterday when he spotted a convertible Corvette fly off a highway in Commack, roll over three times and burst into flames.

Scarabino interrupted his commute to the South Bronx and pulled over to help the driver.

But after he rescued the man from the burning 2007 sports car, the driver – who turned out to be a car thief fleeing cops – knocked Scarabino down, raced past him and stole Scarabino’s 1994 Chrysler sedan.

Or as I always say…never help anyone ever.

Houston, we have a drinking problem

Friday, July 27th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

Drunk astronauts allowed in space.

Well, better that than on my roads, I say.

Oh man

Friday, July 27th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

The Honda Accord, with six people packed inside, had veered off east bound U.S. 58 just after 4 p.m. Tuesday, gone down one side of a U-shaped grassy median and launched off the other side into oncoming traffic. The car cleared one lane of traffic before gravity pulled it into a head-on collision with Shourds’ truck.

The impact killed all six people in the car. Members of an extended New York City family with roots in the Caribbean island of Trinidad said Wednesday they think five of the six people killed were siblings, ranging in age from 6 or 7 to 23.

Virginia crash kills 5 of 6 siblings leaving one woman regretting her years of wishing she were an only child.

Seriously, Idaho?

Friday, July 27th, 2007 by Dawn Summers

BOISE, Idaho (AP) — The Boise State running back who scored the winning points in the Fiesta Bowl, then proposed to his cheerleader girlfriend on national television, says he has hired security for their wedding because of racial threats.

Ian Johnson, who is black, and Chrissy Popadics, who is white, are due to be married Saturday in Boise.


He better not have to hire security, every able bodied person in Idaho should volunteer to beat the living crap out of any of their racist neighbors idiotic enough not to know that black athletes marry white women and that’s how it is in America. In 2007. Natch 1977. Or 1967.