Via BoingBoing.net…this would come in handy at more places than the zoo, I’m sure.
The Rotterdam Zoo is giving away cardboard glasses that make it appear that you’re looking off to one side; these are gorilla-viewing glasses, meant to avoid incidents in which gorillas attack visitors for making eye contact with them. The glasses’ introduction follows an attack on a woman by an escaped gorilla; the specs are sponsored by a local health-insurance company.
I had planned to cover the local teabaggery for a while, but really only to livetweet it for posterity. However, after arriving and taking a few pictures and such, they announced via megaphone, "Anyone who’d like to say a few words is welcome to do so." Well, they did say anyone …
I worked my way up to the front … well, it wasn’t so much front as it was middle. It ended up being like a "theater in the round," with the main action taking place in front of a bust of Andrew Jackson, once the governor of territorial Florida with its capital in Pensacola. I took lots of pictures and videos there (some of which I hope to post shortly at Blast Off!), and I was thinking about what I might say if and when I got up there. Still, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it. People were, well, rather rambunctious in their Obama hatred, and the shouting and craziness was, to be honest, a little unnerving.
But when a couple of my friends showed up, one offered to film my "speech," so I figured I’d go for it. I gave a lot of thought to what I wanted to say, making sure to draw the crowd in so they’d listen carefully before bringing the rhetorical hammer down. I guess it worked. :) After I spoke, the MC of the event calmed everyone down and said, "All opinions are welcome here. And besides … he’s half right." That helped defuse the situation a bit, as did the next speaker, who started by complimenting me on my hat (it’s a Baltimore Orioles hat — I was born in Baltimore and I’m a lifelong O’s fan).
DaddyHogwash.com has been paying extra attention to the ignorance of the Tea Parties because, well, it is a bunch of hogwash. It is amazing how uninformed these people are. A more appropriate name would be the Boston Hate Parties.
I will probably have to get me a pair of these; you know, since what I really do for a living is work on computers. But, it is nice to know that if I ever slid in to the law enforcement industry, I would already have the required casual attire.
Vince Fumo Knows how to live the Miller High Life.
Vince Fumo took greed and eccentricity to daunting new heights. Fumo, a recent former part of the Pennsylvania State Senate, was just freshly charged with all 137 counts of corruption against him, as reported by the Philadelphia Inquirer. Today, using public funds for private benefit isn’t a groundbreaking crime, but Fumo brought us a true comic book like approach to white collar crimes.
This guy not only bought clothes and (several) homes, but bought the same clothing to be placed in his scattered estates. Also, each home had to come standard with an Oreck vacuum. You’re preparing for something big when your making headquarters like that, and by the way, he bought some 300 or so guns? Also, for some odd reason, he felt it was necessary to purchase and keep several copies of the same book. I’m guessing that explained the high sales of Twilight.
This guy was a social Lex Luthor. He had an elaborate yacht, which I will dub “The Superboat”. Fumo loved to take exotic trips on his Superboat with his lady fare. With the Superboat as the final piece, the puzzle was solved: he was hunting for something powerful, maybe Superman himself. You’re going to need all the Oreck vacuums you can find if you want to take down the “Man of Steel”.If the Superboat didn’t dispense Fumo’s (publicly) paid goons on Wave Runners, Fumo definitely had his Kryptonite, “credit cards from a South Philadelphia nonprofit he controlled.”
This guy is looking at jail time, yet how ironic that he’s living off the public dollar, still. Now that is villainous! Judge Joe’s sentence: throw him to his own “Better Neighborhoods” in Philadelphia with not a penny. Let him live in a city that accrued 332 murders in 2008 with no job and an awful credit rating.
Philosopher Dan Dennett has some interesting thoughts on what makes things cute, sexy, sweet, and funny. The book on “What is Funny?” is something to look forward too. I have never really thought about it this way before, but it is quite simple, “Things are sweet because we like it, not, ‘We like it because it is sweet.’” Make sense? Just watch…
I never realized this before, but I am part of a powerful church. So powerful, that our 40 days of awesome bring the collective restaurant chains to our knees.
Now, Catholics are currently in “Lent”. The only info you need to know about Lent for this article is that we Catholics are not to eat meat (Excluding fish; I guess if you can’t breathe air you don’t count as a living creature) each Friday during these forty days until Easter Sunday. Lent is like Casey Kasem’s Top 40 Countdown, sacrificing something each day until we get to number 1. These days of abstinence are like Mr. Kasem mixing it up with those touching letters from listeners. Usually he’ll play a blast from the past as per request. It’s not what we want to hear, but we listen to it anyways.
Now, fast food chains don’t want to get punked by Red Lobster on Fridays, so they decide it’s time to premier fish sandwiches. Enter, Fillet-O-Fish!
Don’t worry Pope Benedict, Ronald McDonald and Co. has you covered!
Here are the restaurants which are either featuring fish products for the season (Or no meat items).
McDonald’s- Choose between a combination of 2 Fillet-O-Fishes or Large Fries for $3.33
Burger King- 2 fish sandwiches for 3 dollars in select areas
Wendy’s- I haven’t noticed a special price, but they’re hawking their fish sandwich like they have more class than their competitors.
Taco Bell- (See Image) At least they don’t beat around the bush, Eh?
What’s sad here? Is it how corporations can’t respect self-sacrifice (“we can’t abstain from profit, that’s unfair Jesus, you never owned a business”), or is it that some Catholics really can’t handle one day of modesty (“If I’m forbidden to have meat, I want the next best thing”). If you’re that desperate for a Big Mac, just wait until midnight like me.
It was only a matter of time before drudgereport.com put up a Presidential Pectoral Comparison picture and take a poll. Actually, I can’t blame him. I was thinking about doing the same thing last night (without the poll,) but was too tired.
While Vladimir Putin is beating Obama on the poll, I still think Obama wins for best overall. 1. He is the American President, and 2., he graduated Magna Cum Laude from Harvard.
Putin’s qualifications? He is a former member of the the U.S.S.R.’s KGB. (That’s a lot of letters. According to Answers.com, he “graduated from the International Law branch of the Law Department of the Leningrad State University in 1975. His final thesis was on international law[29]” I’m not sure if that is a good thing or not. Is Leningrad State University a good school? - Anyone?
The Los-Angeles Times reported on the British Medical Journal’s latest edition which debunks many myths, including those related to the holidays. It turns out that poinsettias are not toxic to people, suicides do not increase over the Christmas holidays, and Coca-Cola is not an effective contraceptive. <—what? I cannot say that I have ever heard that last one.
They also say that sugar does not make children hyperactive. If that is the case, then there is something else in that Snickers bar that makes my children go wild. Perhaps it is the radiation of their joy and happiness as they take in that scrumptious chocolate and nuget.
Contrary to popular belief, poinsettias are not toxic to people or animals, suicides do not increase over the Christmas holidays, and sugar does not make kids hyperactive. Also, Wales winning the rugby grand slam does not influence the death of popes, and douching with Coca-Cola is not an effective contraceptive method.
Those are some of the conclusions of reports in the British Medical Journal’s annual Christmas issue, a compilation of the weird and lighthearted papers its editors accumulate over the year. In a related vein, a report in the journal Lancet details the curious case of a woman who fainted every time she ate a sandwich.
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