Friday, May 27, 2011

Today's Top Story

... Mrs. Clark lived in the apartment in near solitude, amid a profusion of dollhouses and their occupants. She ate austere lunches of crackers and sardines and watched television, most avidly “The Flintstones.” A housekeeper kept the dolls’ dresses impeccably ironed.
More here. Lots more.

Thanks to Dan, Bruce, Bob, and Riley.


"Work out, rump roast, sailor moon, hairy ghost ..."

People Of Walmart Song

From Laura.

Tuna on Wry

Good stuff.

From Terry.

A Lear-y Glance

Phattfacia Stupenda

From Peggy.

Monday, May 23, 2011

The Wisdom of Forrest Gimp

I’m grateful to be alive so many years after diagnosis,
but also a little annoyed.

Roger That

"If I were in this condition at any point before a few cosmological instants ago, I would be as isolated as a hermit. I would be trapped inside my head. Because of the rush of human knowledge, because of the digital revolution, I have a voice and I do not need to scream."

From Julia.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Today's Top Story

What this odd story reveals is that the ancient anatomists were major dickheads. We all were, back then.
From Cyle.

Tongues Will Wag

An SNL classic.

From Kris and Laurie.

Just Say Noa

The Bloggess is aptly titled, for she is a goddess among bloggers. So when she posted this endorsement, I was quick to check it out:
My deliriously irreverent friend, Noa, supports my xanax addiction and has taught me everything I know about creative profanity. I heartily recommend. Go read her front page you will be instantly hooked and/or terribly offended. Either way, you’re entertained.
This is a great place to start. But empty your bladder first.
"You didn't get a good deal, you were just fucked gently. Trust me, Best Buy will not be the one with the
sore asshole tomorrow."
Shit My Dad Says

Monday, May 16, 2011

Today's Top Story

In the medical literature, the vocal “cord” is a mere “fold,” a piece of gristle that strives to reach out and touch its twin, thus producing the possibility of sound effects. But I feel that there must be a deep relationship with the word “chord”: the resonant vibration that can stir memory, produce music, evoke love, bring tears, move crowds to pity and mobs to passion.
From Peggy.

Word of the Day


'Context, Convention, and Circumstance'

"For me, it is a cause of some upset
that more Anglophones don't enjoy language."


Carp Diem

I think the Angela Lansbury one might be my favorite.
A road junction at the Elephant and Castle, south London, June 1912.
(Topical Press Agency/Getty Images)

From Riley.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Today's Top Story

[O]nce the turkey vulture has emptied out the contents of its vile gut, it waddles its fat ass away while the predator snarfs down the big steaming pile of puke. Good job, turkey vulture; crisis averted. This is why you have no friends.

From Joan.

Northern Exposure

I was recently turned on to Scott Free, a podcast by Scott Thompson, one of the Kids in the Hall. It's wacky, zany, unpredictable. A bawdy half-hour visit with your best gays. Your best Canadian gays.

Thanks to Terry.

'Oh, Shut Up!'

What's going on here?

From Sean.

Mommy's Little Helper

From a friend who recently flew to Memphis:
The woman in front of me had her 'service dog' with her. It was a poodle. It wore a pink 'Service Dog' lambskin jumper and the 'Service Dog' was bedazzled on with crystals.

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