But my ass plays a supporting role. Taken at Bridal Veil Falls outside of Hope.
Author: Allegra
Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.
Kids in a garden
Keith and Kate. I love the radiant smiles, once again, from the back catalogue. Shown in the background are the incredibly cool Ainu sculptures on Burnaby Mountain. This park overlooks where the oil spill happened.
He’s not much to look at
But he is a good, solid man.
Chipper gets friendly with Ronald….this would be a few years ago now.
I was messing with the scanner this morning
This is called When In Rome
oooooh! Shiny!
A difference engine… writ small. Link goes to the bbc site in the UK.
He saved a billion lives
…. so their grandchildren can all starve to death. Or so my misgivings tell me.
A very odd cookbook
This is for my parents, who need encouragement to avoid food. Scroll down to click next for a new page, and a new commentary, on a fifties late night cookbook.
Resisting peer pressure requires a functioning brain
no, duh. This is news?
Only for my workmates
This does not reference my boss. Don’t touch this on dialup. For those of you who don’t follow the link, it’s a frickin hilarious flash animation of pummeling the living snot out of your boss. Find the 17 methods of killing your boss in the cubicle…
Oil line rupture
Stan Goff discusses something… theoretically of course
I read that he had read Neal Stephenson’s Zodiac (one of my all time favourite books) and the discussion went south from there….
Odysseus…. briefly
My mother said it would need TWO limericks, and I disagreed. Badgods.com has famous poems redone as limericks. I just emailed this to the webmaster there:
Odysseus’ yarn, spun by Homer
Made much of the sea-wily roamer
Penelope’s suitors
All ended as neuters
So his bad ass rep was no misnomer
Have you got the time?
Keith was here last night too
Keith stayed over last night, mostly because I kidnapped his Patrick O’Brian book and then started snoring. Evil I am. I took him out to dinner and he had tandoori chicken for the first time (on Caesar salad…)
Last night I dreamed that Spike from Buffy was writing a book on how to be the perfect boyfriend. Most of us spewed out our tea when we heard this, especially when he started lecturing us about it (he went on at length and I sure wish I could remember any of it). We were all dressed in period costume (like a really really bad bunch of Pirates/Aubrey-Maturin/Diamond Age/mid-Victorian cosplayers). We got on a boat and hunted crocodiles. The inside of the boat was bigger than the outside.
Work is abruptly better because there’s a new hire starting next week. I cheered up. Also, my coworkers are awesome – I just thought I’d mention that. I still wish I could say something about two other departments in my company besides, “If brains were a Botox injection you’d look like a Sharpei”.
Oh for the love of Pete
I don’t care if the gov tells me to evacuate…. I’m smarter than that!