I don't get why anyone would go Black Friday shopping this year.

We are in the middle of a fucking recession. The only good thing about that is that it means that stuff this December is going to become really, really fucking cheap. You think you are getting bargains today. Shit, just wait two or three weeks and you'll end up paying half of what Best Buy is charging you right now.

Prices are going to go down like Sasha Grey on a film shoot. If you shop today you are not only going to be swamped by hordes of human lemurs, you are actually costing yourself money.

My Xanax prescription is many months out of date. This is because my doctor was supposed to retire and sell his practice to this new guy on September 1.

It's still going to happen but the paperwork has been held up by the prefecture. This means that my doctor has to officially be open and the new doc can't be there. In practice it means that my doctor goes to his office roughly one random day a week and spends the rest of his time drinking champagne mixed with whiskey at the Vert Anglais.

So, since I was out of Xanax this morning I went to the pharmacy with my old prescription and prayed they'd be cool. The pharmacist lady gave me a lecture about getting a new prescription, I told her that Robert is almost never around. She agreed and said that it's just becoming a pain in the ass for them to renew all his prescriptions and that I should track him down before next month.

I promised I would and she stuck the pills in a bag and gave them to me.

On my way home I realized she'd given my the .5 dosage instead of my usual .25.

Just took one and I bet I'm going to be super focused on work today!

http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wondermark/~3/lE8PUAejg3Y/

http://wondermark.com/?p=4649

My wife Nikki came up with this slogan.

Happy Thanksgiving, Americans! Do all your holiday shopping online this year.

http://fuckingdelicious.tumblr.com/post/259379269

Good food, good friends — I can’t help grinning ear to ear like a motherfucking idiot!

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http://www.cartoonlabs.com/comics/index.php?date=2009-11-27&show=sinfest

Sinfest
Tatsuya Ishida

Man, we sucked. The worst showing for Hannah's Bitches yet.

Either we are getting dumber as we get older or the young students are getting smarter.

Though, I am curious how the fuck heterosexual French students knew the fucking theme song to Golden Girls.

Hannah wore some really sexy boots, so the night wasn't a total loss.

Allah says I must kill you. Let the fatwa begin.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shopaholic&defid=1779972

a person who can't stop spending money at the mall

Guy #1: Whoa, that girl has like 50 shopping bags!
Guy #2: She's a shopaholic.

Trying to Explain a Drop in Infant Mortality
By Erik Eckholm

Full article with pictures and links at NY Times

MADISON, Wis. — Seven and a half months into Ta-Shai Pendleton’s first pregnancy, her child was stillborn. Then in early 2008, she bore a daughter prematurely.

Soon after, Ms. Pendleton moved from a community in Racine that was thick with poverty to a better neighborhood in Madison. Here, for the first time, she had a full-term pregnancy.

As she cradled her 2-month-old daughter recently, she described the fear and isolation she had experienced during her first two pregnancies, and the more embracing help she found 100 miles away with her third. In Madison, county nurses made frequent home visits, and she got more help from her new church.

The lives and pregnancies of black mothers like Ms. Pendleton, 21, are now the subject of intense study as researchers confront one of the country’s most intractable health problems: the large racial gap in infant deaths, primarily due to a higher incidence among blacks of very premature births.
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http://www.explosm.net/comics/1871/

New Cyanide and Happiness Comic.

http://www.everydaypoets.com/berts-cafe-by-patsy-collins/

I like to sit in Bert’s café.
I drink coffee or sometimes tea,
Quietly sipping the day away.

I like to hear what people say,
I listen while they chatter noisily,
Eavesdropping in my harmless way.

Subjects change and voices vary.
I hear of love’s joy and misery,
Diets, shoes, the next holiday.

Forming plans I dream through my day.
Other’s lives are my hobby;
All my life is lived in Bert’s café.

 

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Patsy Collins lives on the south coast of England. Her stories and poems have been published in a range of UK magazines including; The Lady, Woman’s Weekly and My Weekly. Her work has also been accepted by a variety of websites including Every Day Fiction and PatientUK. http://www.patsy-collins.blogspot.com</p>

I like working with textiles...