Unless, of course, it’s Christmas weekend, the expected dollar amount is more than $400k, and the bomb threat isn’t specific.

The store received a call at 2:10 p.m. from a male who said a bomb was there. Lyndon Overweg, Mitchell public safety chief, said the caller did not go into specific details.

The SWAT team was dispatched, along with many officers to help clear out the store.

Overweg said police recommended the store be evacuated to allow SWAT team and other officers to search the building. But Wal-Mart opted not to, he said.

“We look at it from a public safety standpoint,” Overweg said. “How they approach their issue, you’ll have to talk to them.”

Wal-Mart District Manager Steve Hanselman in Sioux Falls said Wednesday night that Wal-Mart would never put its customers or employees’ safety at risk. He said the decision to keep the store open was not based on Saturday’s six-figure sales number.
“What is most important to our associates is their safety,” he said. “Myself, Wal-Mart and city officials came to the decision that it was a hoax.”

Nice to know that Wal-Mart and “city officials” have better insight to these here bomb threat thingies than the po-po. Thank gawd for their wisdom! Someone might have missed out on the low low low price of stocking stuffers!

Fuckers.

Ah, the holidays. A special time for family, for getting together, for shared memories and laughter, good food and good times. But, most importantly, for new toys!

Sabreland was a happy place this holiday season, with new gizmos and gadgets aplenty. Yours truly donned a red hat and passed around pressies for all to enjoy. Everyone enjoyed their new toys, and even each others new toys.

Video games, new gaming systems, musicians toys, you name it. But the most fun for the day (besides my brand spankin’ new Kitchen Aide Artisan - oh the domestic goddess weeps with joy over that) was the ever so spiffy Homosapien V2 that Santa brought Tetris.

Who cannot be completely enamored with a toy that, when presented with its own toy, responds with glee? “Is that my ball?! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” Of course, we’ll just glaze over the part where he tells my beloved Sasha (Robopet, in pink, of course) to pee on the carpet, and then responds with “Who taught you that?!” It’s actually very cute and I hope to get it on video to share soon.

As usual, there was too much food, and far too many hours spent in the kitchen for the ten minutes at the table my heathens allowed for before running back to their rooms to commune with technology once again.

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday! Next up, New Year’s Eve! Let there be much joy and laughter, with good friends and loved ones!

Just so you are all aware, we women are completely incapable of making any decisions on our own without male guidance. So sayeth Mary Grabar over at Townhall.

After watching The View and following the inane statements made on the program, I’ve come to the conclusion that it really is true what Aristotle, Saint Paul, and John Milton said: Women, without male guidance, are illogical, frivolous, and incapable of making any decisions beyond what to make for dinner.

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This was the danger of giving women the vote. The danger to conservatives (and the survival of this country) is the voting bloc of single women, i.e., those who lack the guidance of a man in the form of a husband or intellectual mentor.

She then goes on to blame it on the husbands of what she assumes to be the audience of said show.

Probably many of the women watching the View are stay-at-home moms. But I question what kind of men they have for husbands, or “partners”; they’re probably English professors who have “Peace is Patriotic” bumper stickers on their Volvos. They’re probably the ones who work under department heads who have imposed the popular pedagogical policy of the “maternal presence” in the classroom. These male teachers try to be “facilitators” and nurture spoiled college students who are text-messaging insults about them as they drone on about the “other” and feelings. They write conference papers agreeing with their colleagues that the whole canon of dead white male authors should be eliminated to make way for women writers who eschew linear (read logical) and therefore patriarcha thought. They probably sit down to pee.

Oh! I get it now, women who have opinions that don’t agree with the bullshit as spelled out by the patriarchy and its blind followers must be married to, or as Mary so delicately puts it, “partnered” with, men who don’t grunt and scratch in public and may have, heaven forbid, “feelings.”

And, they sit down to pee.

*blink*

Oh, just so you know, the author isn’t a typical woman.

No I’m not a typical woman. I read philosophy. I hate to shop. I don’t care what I’m wearing. Nothing in my house is coordinated.

Well, thanks for clearing that up. It is entirely relevant to your opinion as to why single women shouldn’t have the right to vote.

I don’t know, maybe stop watching The View? It’s crap. Ask your husband if you can watch something more intellectually stimulating. I’m sure he’ll give you permission.

I’ve spent far too much time screwing around on MySpace and not enough time over here updating this. So, again, I cheated and entered in a few entries from the last month or so that I’ve posted over there.

Hey, at least you always know where to find me!

As a bare-footed, tree hugging, Goddess worshiper I get asked frequently this time of year why I even bother with the whole Christmas thing, seeing as I’m not Christian and I’m not looking for redemption. I could bore you with a lot of ancient history, and point you to a million sources of information on ye olde internets, but I’m pretty sure you can find it yourself if you are interested. What follows is the condensed version.

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So I was bored this morning and said, “You know what would be fun? Let’s visit the doctor again! That’s always a blast!” My iPod battery was dead, so I sat around trying to catch up with work email. The excitement, it bounds.

Bah.

Issue number one: If you work in a doctor’s office, perhaps you should be among the more enlightened people who know that coughing and constantly wiping snot on your sleeve is a good reason to stay the fuck home. If I get your nasty germs, bitch, I’m raiding your house on Christmas Eve and taking all your kids K-Mart toys.

Issue number two: I’m not here to socialize. I want to leave my “samples”, talk to my doctor, and get the hell out. Thanks for complimenting my pants, I told you where you could find them, now stop staring at me and get back to work!

Issue number three: Can you get an “occupied” marker for the potty room? I’d like to leave said samples in peace. Have you any idea how hard it is to pee in that little cup without getting it on the outside when someone is banging on the door?

Issue number four: Dear Doctor, when your patient has an unresolved issue, perhaps mentioning the various forms of cancer that can cause her symptoms is a little premature. Especially after you freaked her out just a few weeks ago by telling her she had a killer bacteria running wild in her system. Perhaps, just perhaps, you could learn to curb that sort of discussion until you have test results in hand.

Kthnxbai!