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Mar. 14th, 2003 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
One way to shut up screaming kids.
These protest signs are cute.
Another reason to support eugenics. (I know it's an unpopular opinion, but I don't think people who can't take care of their children should be allowed to breed. It would be one thing if there were networks and such in place that someone, be it a family member or a fulltime government nanny, could care for a child, but there aren't.)
(By the way, while I'm in pseudo-rant mode, all those jokes about Freedom Toast and Freedom tickler condoms weren't funny the first time I heard them, and they're still not funny.)
Also I hate the new Hotmail sign-in page, because it doesn't work with auto-complete in IE. WTF? Are we not Microsoft the big conglomeration where everything works together? I guess not. Asshats.
These protest signs are cute.
Another reason to support eugenics. (I know it's an unpopular opinion, but I don't think people who can't take care of their children should be allowed to breed. It would be one thing if there were networks and such in place that someone, be it a family member or a fulltime government nanny, could care for a child, but there aren't.)
(By the way, while I'm in pseudo-rant mode, all those jokes about Freedom Toast and Freedom tickler condoms weren't funny the first time I heard them, and they're still not funny.)
Also I hate the new Hotmail sign-in page, because it doesn't work with auto-complete in IE. WTF? Are we not Microsoft the big conglomeration where everything works together? I guess not. Asshats.
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Date: 2003-03-14 02:15 pm (UTC)actual french jokes rule
Date: 2003-03-14 02:18 pm (UTC)I heard a funny french joke - although it wasn't an anti-French joke, just a joke translated:
Bush dies and goes up to the pearly gates. "I'm GWBush, let me in!"
St. Peter says, "Sorry, you need proof of your identity before we let you in. Even Einstein and Picasso had to prove themselves."
Bush frowns and says "Who are Einstein and Picasso now?"
St. Peter lets him in, satisfied.