Today's Top Story

Huguette Clark, Reclusive Heiress, Dies at 104

... 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.

Walflowers

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


People Of Walmart Song

From Laura.

Tuna on Wry

Boobs Radley

Good stuff.

From Terry.

A Lear-y Glance

Nonsense Botany 1871

Phattfacia Stupenda

From Peggy.

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.

Today's Top Story

How the Brain Got Its Buttocks

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