Off for a couple of days. Happy Labor Day!
PS. If time weighs heavy on your hands, you can always visit Beedogs.com, the “premier online repository for pictures of dogs in bee costumes.” OK then! (Via Suzie at Echidne of the Snakes)
Football widow season has begun. Sigh!
Many, many moons ago, I acquired a pair of knee-high fringed moccasins. Though I wore them very rarely, I held onto them for some reason. Perhaps they were expensive? Perhaps I just can’t get rid of anything?
In any case, you cannot imagine my deep satisfaction when I discovered that (a) [...]
Dennis Perrin makes me feel a bit better about not being at the DNC with all the kewl kidz:
Demver [sic] is dullsville so far. I had hoped to write more yesterday, but there wasn’t anything hefty to grab onto. Just infomercial lighting, empty journo-chatter, Pepsi Center delegates going through the robotic motions.
The fucking Pepsi Center. [...]
I’m not sure I believe it, but it’s funny anyway. Read all the way to the end.
Edited to add: Crud, shoulda known it was a spoof. I hadn’t realized that the Church Sign Generator had expanded its selection of signs.
As we approach the autumn equinox, I’m aware of signs that summer is ending. The days shorten, the nights get cooler, and I have even seen a few flocks of Canada geese heading south. (And I have still only gotten a handful of tomatoes!)
I await the beginning of school next week with mixed [...]
An elderly relative, who is a lifelong Democrat, was very disappointed at Hillary Clinton’s failure to win the nomination and had said firmly that there was no way that they were going to vote for Obama. But after watching some of the DNC coverage, my relative may actually come around! Whattaya know!
EDITED TO [...]
More often than “separate”? It is to laugh.
Via CuteOverload, a NYTimes story on tattooed biker guys who rescue animals.
I’m not even a Huey Lewis fan, but this song keeps running through my head:
The power of love is a curious thing
Make one man weep, make another man sing
And makes another man rescue animals. Thanks, God.
The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator was all the rage when I worked in Silicon Valley in the 90s, and it was amusing to discover that not only were I (INFJ) and my spouse (INTJ) strongly introverted, but so was virtually everyone else who worked on the technical side. Other than being aware of my non-negotiable [...]
