When I was a kid, I used to spend part of winter break with my grandparents every year. They had an endless collection of Reader’s Digests, and I was a crazy-voracious reader, so I’d read them cover to cover.
I found a story once that I just loved, and went back to try and find it again when vacation was over, but couldn’t. I’ve been looking for it ever since (in fact, I think I’ve blogged it before). It was about archaeologists who found an intact, ancient home, and were trying to determine what the contents were, and how they were used. The home was in a place called “Usa,” and I vaguely recall spoons being designated as some kind of jewelry.
After so many years, that’s pretty much all I could recall twenty minutes ago, when I tried googling it again. But I apparently got the right combination of keywords this time, and I found it. At Megan’s, of all places.
Since the entry’s old and closed, I’ll say it here. Thanks, Megan! I’m going to pick it up on the way home.
Anyone watch the cbs trainwreck Pirate Master? I should probably say, does anyone admit to it?
I will claim it as a shameful guilty pleasure. Former, I guess, since it’s cancelled and I don’t know if they’re even airing the rest. But I liked the challenges, in general. And I liked several of the contestants a lot. Almost all of the women, and one (maybe two) of the men. I also liked loudly mocking one of the men, while alternately bouncing nerf balls off his face on the television.
Anyway, I doubt anyone but me will care, but I find this really tragic, and I had to say something. She seemed like a smart, tough cookie. I generally think of suicides as cowards, but since she was already the victim of one, it’s hard to blame her. Her boyfriend’s death must have been terrible to bear. Sucks.
The guy next to me is cutting his fingernails. At his desk.
God, I hope it’s not his toenails. I can’t bear to look. I think I may start screaming now.
Via Seki, the Easy Mac Micro Maniac
Eggs are the clear winner, but the Floam and Christmas lights are pretty awesome too. I thought marshmallows were a ripoff, but on the other hand, we’ve all seen what naked marshmallows do before, right?
Sound is a real bonus on some of these, but not required. And the top icon changes to a spoiler halfway through, so avert your peepers if you want to be surprised.
Why is it so much more exhausting to fix other people’s mistakes than it is to fix your own?
For your perusal, the fifty best movie robots, evah!
I haven’t seen all of these movies, but I can immediately cross off #48, and I’d push #28 up a little higher. Other than that, I’m pretty much ok with it, (I have a story about #4 that I’ll tell some day — a girlfriend of mine was a special effect in that flick, and I spent the day on site with her while they filmed/created it.) excepting a few whose label as “robot” I might question.
Feel free to offer replacements and reorganizations.
In lieu of griping endlessly about how you should have to pass an IQ test to get a driver’s license, and how driving while talking on a cell phone needs to be illegal, I offer you this seriously twisted little game.
It’s no Grand Theft Auto, but for a mainstream outlet like yahoo, it’s pretty gruesome. Enjoy.
Hey, check it out. We got Castle Doctrine.
I heard someone mention this a few weeks ago, and then forgot to look it up until today. Not that I would have hesitated to defend myself anyway — better tried by twelve than carried by six, unfortunately — but it’s nice to keep up with the red states.
Here’s the whole bill. It goes into effect next month. Thanks, Governor Blunt!
Don’t worry, I’m not going to make a habit of writing about The Three Douchekateers. But my schadenfreude just kicked in.
I laughed so hard at this when I read it last week, but as someone with alcoholism running madly amok in my family, I genuinely wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, so I didn’t link it.
Right after getting out, Lindsay headed to Vegas and was seen partying at Pure on Saturday, voluntarily wearing the alcohol monitoring bracelet her rep was talking about.
Although since nobody ordered her to wear that thing, I’m not sure who’s checking it. When she gets home it’s probably smoking and sparks are shooting out because she’s overloaded its tracking limit. Then she takes it off, stumbles over to her computer where it’s flashing “Legally Dead” and she lifts her hands in the air and screams, “I’m cured!”
Anyway, so much for that benefit of the doubt thing.
Lindsay Lohan was popped for possession of cocaine, driving under the influence, transporting a narcotic into a custodial facility and driving on a suspended license. Sources say her blood alcohol level was between .12 and .13, well over the .08 legal limit.
Cops tell TMZ cocaine was found in her pants pocket.
While I find her utterly talentless at playing any character other than herself, she’s a very pretty, tragic girl. And she’s a ginger, as far as I know. So I hate to see her doing this. This time she’s definitely getting jail time. I hope that makes dent.
I’m a little bit pissed that I had to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows so fast, instead of savoring it — reading just a few pages a day to make it last, like I was able to do with the earlier books. But I knew I wouldn’t make it past the spoilers today.
Anyway, it was worth it. I finished it last night. It’s absolutely perfect, and I can’t think of a single loose end that wasn’t wrapped up. Loved it.
If you haven’t read it, what the hell are you doing at work? Call in sick and go read it. GO! If you have and you’re done already, what’d ya think?
(Comments may contain spoilers later, be advised — I won’t put anything up here.)