STOCKHOLM (Reuters) – Swedish graffiti artists kidnapped a fiber-glass cow from the international art exhibit CowParade, held power drills to its head and threatened to “sacrifice” it unless the sculptures were declared “non-art.” A video sent to a newspaper showed the cow flanked by two masked, black-clad figures wielding power drills in front of a sign reading “Stockholm’s Militant Graffiti Artists.” “We demand that the cows are declared non-art. Otherwise the hostage will be sacrificed,” said a voice on the video. The group gave the organizers of the Stockholm exhibit till noon on Aug. 23 to comply with their demand.…
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SEATTLE, Aug 18 (Reuters) – A black bear was found passed out at a campground in Washington state recently after guzzling down three dozen cans of a local beer, a campground worker said on Wednesday. Why, do you ask? This story will probably explain why the news of the bear on a beer binge rain with the header “Raaaaaaaiiiii-neeeeeeeeeiiiirrrrrr-beeeeeeeeeaaaaarrrrrrr.” Yep, drink a lot of Rainiers, pass out amongst the empties, become fodder for a photo op. Good times.
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Hey, if it’s Tuesday, this must be Severe Thunderstorm Warning Bug night on TV! Every week, 2 minutes into TAR, it’s the SAME goddamn thing. At least the local affiliate knows better now than to interrupt the show with stupid storm warnings that I just have to ignore as hard as I can. This may not be a good policy on my part, especially if a tornado sneaks up on me from behind. Fortunately, the basement is nearby, and I could still watch the show on the new TV card software David has on his computer down here (snicker). Yeah,…
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Steve! No! We don’t want to buy one! We don’t care how good a deal it is! We won’t use one as a coffee table in the Underground Lair O’ Computers until one of us kicks the bucket! Honest! On Monday, Costco Wholesale Corp., better known for bulk chicken and cases of soda, started test marketing caskets along side mattresses at a North Side Chicago store and one in suburban Oak Brook. Nope. Don’t care if that’s your Costco. We’re not doing it. So don’t even try IMing me with attractive price quotes in a variety of decorator colors.
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Oy. We have made it home. I feel good and we had a great weekend, but it’s good to be back in our own house, and shortly, we’ll be back in our own bed. I didn’t sleep well at all for the whole trip. There was a bit more to the story last night after I went to bed – after a couple of hours, I started to feel very yukky. And then, after a few minutes of intense regret for eating so damn much bagna calda (basically, whole roast cloves of garlic, by the forkfuls), I eventually felt better.…
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Who’da thunk garlic ice cream with caramel mole sauce would be so damn good? I mean, I knew the bagna calda (roast garlic in a skillet) would be good; eventually we stopped bothering with dinner rolls and just ate the whole roast cloves by the forkful. I figured the crab cooked in special garlic sauce would be good (Dungeness, too) and when it came on a giant griddle set on a rack over two big empty “boneyard” bowls (for the discarded shells). But there were a couple of surprises – there was a pasta dish that was kind of an…
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Weekend? What weekend? This one went by faster than most, and next weekend promises to go by even faster. Friday I didn’t get away from the office until after 6pm. My team leader was out again, and although I wasn’t schedule to stay until closing time, things were hairy enough in the afternoon that I decided to stick around for immoral support. Also, one agent had some sort of personal ticket he wanted issued, but it turned out we couldn’t issue it as an electronic ticket, and he couldn’t use paper tickets. They were for family members to come up…
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My mom often says this about any hot coffee drink with a shot of Bailey’s or other liqueur added: “that’ll warm the cockles of your heart.” Interesting discussion on the derivation. In the meantime, cockle picking (something like clam-digging, apparently) is still done in Britain, and it can be dangerous.
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The appearance of Bloglines Plumber page means that Bloglines go sleepy for a while, be all better later. The image is pretty cute – it’s a good take on the traditional “404 error” page. Dang, I depend on Bloglines, now I’ll have to obsessively check international and domestic news the hard way.
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I finally got around to seeing what Subservient Chicken is all about. Suffice to say, I got him to do some pretty freakin’ weird things, such as “impersonate Elvis,” “impersonate Michael Jackson (ooh! that chicken can moonwalk!)” and “hop from one foot to another.” However, the weirdest response thus far was to “do housework.” I was unsuccessful in commanding him to hump the furniture – he approached the camera and gave an imperious “no-no-no” gesture. However, he did oblige me on “molt” and “order fried chicken.”