Canada Post cowed by very threatening cat | Oddly Enough | Reuters WINNIPEG, Manitoba (Reuters) – Canada's postal system has stopped delivering mail to a home in Winnipeg, Manitoba, after a mail carrier was scared away by a "very threatening cat," the Winnipeg Free Press said on Friday. My Seattle-based friend Kevin sent me this, owing to our mutual interest in all things Pythonesque. He imagines Eric Idle in the role of a perky, winsome newsreader describing the ferocious feline as ""8-year-old declawed Shadow loves to cuddle, and wouldn't bat an eye if a bomb went off."
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According to Joey The Accordion Guy the official fight song of the Internet should be that instantly recognizable classic, the "Amok Time" fight scene music where Kirk and Spoke duke it out with various bizarre weapons so Spock can marry his betrothed… and all that that implies. Like the Vulcan ritual that the music underscored, most internet arguments are triggered by a response in the most primitive parts of our brains, look silly to outsiders and seem to be taken up by people who are slated to have sex once every seven years. My favorite weapon was always when T'Pol…
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Boing Boing: Satan responsible for illegal immigration, says Utah delegate Years ago, in fact immediately after leaving Utah for college in Oregon, I quickly learned to say "I was born in Colorado" when asked where I was from. It avoided conversations where I would have to try to explain the inexplicable about a state, and a state of mind.
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Fanatical Apathy · Cancer n’ Me Adam Felber (ace WWDTM panelist) had a less than positive experience with the totally disorganized and indifferent crap that is the American health care system the other day. He’s happy to say that he has not-cancer! Hurray! And he had pretty much diagnosed himself correctly via WebMD, but that didn’t stop him from thinking that The Cancer had invaded his lymph nodes, whatever those are. As it happens, I also had a less-than-satisfactory experience with my health care provider Tuesday, and I had also pretty much diagnosed myself via Google and various diagnosed myself…
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I read just now on her blog that Holly Mullen will now be an editor at the City Weekly, a Salt Lake alternative newspaper. She had been a well-regarded columnist at the Salt Lake Trib, but left in a disagreement over the direction the paper was taking. She is happy about this development. Very happy! And before the news was even official, a former collegue called and got the scoop. And somehow, the Trib has even discovered Holly's unofficial new duty: she is now apparently in charge of editing names. The City Weekly's blog noticed this fact in an early…
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A passing reference to maltodextrin, a sugar-based sweetener, on BoingBoing turned on the little lightbulb what hovers over my brain, and I Googled around to find this: Sugar substitutes and the potential danger of Splenda Saccharin, the first widely available chemical sweetener, is hardly mentioned any more. Better-tasting NutraSweet took its place in almost every diet soda, but saccharin is still an ingredient in some prepared foods, gum, and over-the-counter medicines. Remember those carcinogen warnings on the side of products that contained saccharin? They no longer appear because industry testing showed that saccharin only caused bladder cancer in rats. Most…
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You Must Obey Karl Manolo the Shoeblogger's site has been taken over by blackest evil. Only making the sign of the Cross with a pair of worn-out Birksenstocks can banish Karl Lagerfeld to the netherworlds.
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And now for something completely different: a blog about running a stately home that's part residence, part public museum, and completely amusing: Stately Moans: November 2006 The Cow Whisperer I stood at the gates, trying to pinpoint where the noise was coming from. I’d driven up to the entrance to unlock the gates and had heard something new and interesting. Ah! There! Peering over the hedge I could see the Farmer on his quad bike, attempting to round up his herd of cows. He was not doing terribly well. The cows were forming breakaway groups and scattering to all four…
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Week before last, I received some papers that needed my notarized signature. Sent them back express, and awaited developments. Yesterday, the sale on Mom’s house closed. Since my middle sister, Tudy, was going to be out of town and we’re getting ready for a trip in the near future, we younger sisters had decided to get all the paperwork pre-signed and waiting for Timmy’s fist to seal the deal. So that’s the last milestone passed.
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so make it up I'm getting married. I got engaged to my long-time boyfriend about two weeks ago, and I've decided to blog about the whole ungirly-bride process. My attempts to make sense of (read: mock) it all should yield infinite hits, as other like-minded women (not to mention cultural studies professors and other Paglia types) scour the World Wide Net Superhighway for scraps of sanity amidst the wedding machine madness. In addition to writing about my impending nuptuals, I will continue to deconstruct, harangue and satirize the rest of girl culture as well. In some ways, the wedding industry…