good news, john.

that crazy alabama teabagger that made all those crazy campaign ads lost in the primaries. so he will not be in congress. thank goodness. now, we have to stop you-know-whom.

who is our winner?

gold medal : DJV

silver medal : my brother, Craig

bronze medal : Keeks Kaiser

4th place : ME!

everyone did their best. some of us did much better than others (sorry melissa). prizes to be announced.

jicyww.

i was just perusing around, and all you LOLsoccer-ers might be interested to know that there are still a TON of points to be handed out in the overall bracket scoring. see below:

3. Scoring. From all eligible entries received, the 1st Place and 2nd place Prize winners will be determined based on their ability to use their skill and knowledge of international soccer to accumulate the most points during the Promotion Period. A correct answer in a given round is shown below:

•Group Stage - 1 point per correct pick
•Group Stage Bonus - 1 point per pick if team is in correct slot
•Round of 16 - 2 points per correct pick
•Round of 16 Bonus - 2 points per pick if team is in correct slot
•Quarterfinals - 4 points per correct pick
•Quarterfinals Bonus - 4 points per pick if team is in correct slot
•Semifinals - 8 points per pick
•Semifinals Bonus - 8 points per pick if team is in correct slot
•Finals - 32 points per pick
Maximum Points Breakdown

•Group Stage: 32 points
•Round of 16: 32 points
•Quarterfinals: 32 points
•Semifinals: 32 points
•Finals: 32 points

Total Max Possible Points = 160

anybody's game, really.

99 cents doesn't buy a metrocard

ruth madoff, wife and assumed co-conspirator of ponzi chief bernie madoff rides the subway. like a bitch she sits in the middle of three seats, naturally discouraging anyone to sit to her left or right.

she reportedly snapped at the photographer, "Are you having fun embarrassing me - and ruining my life?" shut the fuck up dyke.

that's nothing to be proud of.

you can all just go ahead...

...and put your dreams in the trashcan. oregon's closed.

Once upon a time every organic chef and computer programmer in California wanted to sell their little bungalow in Fresno and head for the bracing mountain air of Oregon, where they would build themselves a somewhat larger bungalow, where they would raise their families and dogs in close proximity to coffee shops and bike trails and lots of Northern Lights weed and be yuppies with enough of a ruralist edge to be forgiven for everything. Well guess what? Those Californians are still flooding into Oregon ready to start anew, but there are no jobs for anybody. (gawker)

thx g.