Well Blow Me Down: A Guys Guide to Talking Like a Pirate, by John Baur, Mark Summers Another book for the pirate-obsessed: Well Blow Me Down: A Guy’s Guide To Talking Like A Pirate. I can’t add this to my bookqueue yet (error: something about the ISBN number makes the baby Jesus cry) and I’m happy to say that Erik Benson is gradually bringing Allconsuming.net back from the dead, so I’ll stash it there. I use both Bookqueue and Allconsuming.net because sometimes one works when the other doesn’t. Also, I just like the way Allconsuming encourages happy bloggy goodness between…
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Very soon now, I’ll upgrade to MT3.whatever, and then I’ll be able to install BookqueueToo. When I do, I’ll be upgrading my Bookqueue page and adding one for the Holy Moly blog. Currently it’s basically a static page with each division of books (reading, read, to be read) in a standard blog entry div, with a right-aligned sidebar. And all the books are in one long vertically aligned list. I’d rather go with a block of images from left to right for the next iteration, rather like at kwc blog: Reading List, but with a short amount of text associated…
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Yes, that’s David’s new car, a Ford Escape Hybrid. We just drove it home from Woodfield Ford, and frankly, we’re in shock. In a good way. Because we got a good deal and we didn’t have to wait weeks and weeks and weeks for delivery, like some new hybrid owners. First off, what’s a hybrid? It’s a partly gas-powered, partly battery powered car. There’s different kinds of technology involved; this particular vehicle has what’s called a “first generation” power plant. The Ford site explains how it works We weren’t planning on driving the demo car off the lot, but that’s…
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Okay, this is what I was faced with yesterday – a borrowed car that was somehow even dirtier than mine. We were in the process of selling my, so to further that goal I swapped cars with a prospective buyer. Although he did not ultimately buy it, he did find someone else who will, so it’s all good. I got my car back today, but I won’t be driving it anymore… it’s suddenly turned into my old car much quicker than expected.
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Bill Murray: Father Guido Sarducci was among the two hundred and forty traveling press people who covered the Pope’s United States tour. I bet it was quite a thrill. How did it go, Father? [Cheers and applause as we pan over to the gentle, cigarette smoking, Italian-accented Father Guido Sarducci, gossip columnist for the Vatican newspaper.] Father Guido Sarducci: It was. It was a real thrill, Bill. It was just terrific. But now I’m a little down. I have what my psychiatrist calls “post-papal depression.” … Was such a high, you know, bein’ on that tour and now it’s over.…
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First, I see this: Get Fuzzy And I think, "Marmot? We've got one around here somewhere." And then I see this, and think: One of our marmots is missing. And that, all three of you who aren't spamming my referral logs, is how my mind works. Thank you, I'm here all week.
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The recaplet is up: Adventures in Botswana continue as the teams start with a clue hunt that sends Brian and Greg into a spin. From there, they head to a Detour that includes goat-milking and the fine art of carrying stuff on your head. Ron and Kelly bicker their way through the goat-milking, while Lynn digs himself into a controversial hole with a crack about Uchenna and Joyce being “born to” carry things on their heads. Oh, and Rob and Amber are highly functional and work their way into first place again. The Roadblock involves dragging logs and driving through…
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Dammit. JUST… dammit. TWOP: “Houston, We Have An Elephant.” Something went horrible-pearsheaped with the Brothers, who weren’t that far behind the two trailing teams at the outset, but went wrong and wandered around aimlessly for a little too long. The editing made it clear that all the preceding teams watched carefully for little yellow-and-red route markers attached to roadside bushes, and the Brothers Awesomeov never remarked “oh, there’s a marker,” so I think they took a wrong turn. As they remarked on discovering their error, “We are idiots.” Where the hell was the damn bunching?? Where the hell was flying…
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I suppose you could say this is a culture of death, too. And an unembalmed one, too. And the funeral is not until Friday? Um. Not weak-tummy safe, that last link. But quite useful for watching the next new episodes of CSI:Whichever.
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I hate when the terrorists mock us with the annoying “neener neener.”