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I wrote a whole long entry about my various reasons for shutting comments on the G.O.P. convention post. I attempted to be fair, but still exact my right to express my opinions on this blog. I tried to point out that I never said I hate Repbulicans, just that I don’t like them holding the convention here. I tried to explain why calling people mindless drones and idiots is out of line, how I’ve never done that on your blogs, and most importantly, how if you don’t like what you read here, please don’t visit.
But I can’t. It’s out of control. This is exhausting. This isn’t a motherfucking democracy. Tempers are starting to flare, emails are pouring in, people are calling each other names. I’m simply closing the comments. Let the slings and arrows of free speech rage on elsewhere. That post is CLOSED.

1. People who submit photographs of their CHILDREN simply STANDING at the Grand Canyon to a Photo magazine’s Photo Contest that I have to judge SHOULD BE SHOT at close range with a PELLET GUN. FOR THREE DAYS.
2. Winston Churchil did a lot of great things. Maybe you think he did a lot of bad things. Regardless, however, it’s a crying shame that one of his contributions to history is that parents around the world lovingly compare their scrunchy-faced newborn infants to him.
3. For some reason completely undiscernable to my very self, I have started using capital letters. I wonder if it’s like some sort of rash.
4. In conclusion, I am having too much fun, drinking too much coffee, and working too hard to do anything but post Lists to this website. Fucking deal.

1. There are many reasons I love NYC. One of them is: on any given Friday afternoon, you can go from having No Plans to a They Might Be Giants concert in Prospect Park, complete with wine, cookies, and friends.
2. When you get home after your old roommate has moved completely out, and your new roommate arrives the next day, and you realize that not only are you one step closer to living with your love, but also that the next two months are going to be the most fun you’ll ever have until then… you have to knock your doorframe for good luck. But you’re kind of drunk so you miss and fall over a little.
3. I don’t care what you bitches say. Bootylicious is a great song to clean house to.
4. The longer you live in New York, the more likely it is you’ll be in a car full of friends, going to the airport to pick up another friend, and you’ll spot ANOTHER FRIEND on the street and you’ll say, “hey, want to come to the airport?” and he’ll be all “sure!” and jump in the car a la dukes of hazzard.
5. The Belt Parkway may be fucking inconvenient and always a traffic jam, but damn if that ocean ain’t pretty in the late afternoon.
6. Don’t eat the salads from the BP Connect Convenience Store. Since when do convenience stores have SALADS?
7. Toasting to “People who have sex with MEN!” is a great way to start an evening of cosmo-drinking.
8. It doesn’t matter that we’re living together now. Kate and I will still stay up until three in the morning talking.
9. Pancakes are the only way to start a Sunday morning.
10. and the Gate, with the Tribe, with the Chip Shop, and with a Hoegarden, is the ONLY WAY TO END ONE.