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[rm]

Constance McMillen's school cancelled the prom because she wanted to wear a tux and bring a female date. She sued and the court agreed her civil rights had been violated, but the school was under no obligation to reinstate the prom. Various celebs offered to pay for a prom, offered to have McMillen and her date fly out to some cool party somewhere, but she just wanted to go to her high school prom. A group of parents got together and decided to hold a prom. Word was, McMillen wouldn't be invited. Then, at the last moment, the AP reported that she would be.

Happy ending?

Wrong.

Turns out McMillen and some other students deemed undesirable (including at least two with learning disabilities) were sent to a fake prom that fewer than ten people attended while the real prom went on somewhere else.

Graveyard of the Automat Machines. I remember going to the automat in midtown with my parents in the 1970s.

Marketing and organ donation.

Scrabble should be hard. Fuck these new rules.

I've been reading a lot about coal mining death statistics over the last 100 years today, and now have a sudden urge to do a story involving coal mines set right after WWII. I don't know what it's about, or any of the characters, or, you know, ANYTHING, but such is my brain.

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[sethg]

We were listening to Campaign and Suffering in the car the other day—my children learn about politics by listening to Capitol Steps CDs—and one of the songs there, “76 Unknowns”, has the lines “And now Dennis Kucinich is in / And he thinks that he should win / ‘Cause his name earns the most Scrabble points”.

My seven-year-old geek son remarked that you couldn’t actually play “Kucinich” in Scrabble because it’s a proper noun. Now I can tell him that you can.