…. I posted a pic of a fabricator which was leased by my employer. Here’s a guy who makes sculptures you can download and spit out into a fabricator.
This is just SO BLOODY COOL. scanged from Boingboing.net.
…. I posted a pic of a fabricator which was leased by my employer. Here’s a guy who makes sculptures you can download and spit out into a fabricator.
This is just SO BLOODY COOL. scanged from Boingboing.net.
Yesterday I saw a Youtube video shot by Rob Sawyer of Neil Gaiman in a blue tech gown holding a panda. This would not be in any way particular odd, except somebody put The Tubes’ Don’t Touch Me There as the soundtrack, which is screechingly hilarious. And it reminds me of my first husband, who still doesn’t have internet access, ack, gargle.
Yesterday I ran across this incredible piece of inane bs. I am posting the link only so I can imagine Debbie screeching, “Who does this guy think he is???? Maternal love only lasts 33 months???” The funny part is that some of it is fairly good, but the writing style makes me think that this dude’s not playing with a full emotional deck. Anyway, maternal love lasts as long as the oxytocin hit you get when you see your kid or hear their voice on the phone or get a letter or email from them lasts. And that, as we mothers know, is a long time. And if they crawl into bed with you for a nap or because they’ve had a nightmare, even if they’re 14, it makes for a feeling of emotional sweetness that is hard to beat. This dude doesn’t get the oxytocin thing. Too bad for him!!! Oh, and I know that men can love longer than 42 months. I’ve seen it.
Yesterday morning I was so angry that I wanted to kick every man I know down a flight of stairs, with the exception of Paul, Keith, John, Jeff, my dad and Jarmo – and maybe the guy who cleans my apartment building who’s an exceptionally nice man. Okay, maybe Parm at Renaissance Coffee. Shoot… I forgot Glenn and Mike; Tom, Tom U., ack, Brian C, Jim E. Okay, I was mad at one particular man and things were kind of spilling over… Then a man walked up to me and said, “Do you need a hug?” and I went “Aw!” Just think, that huggy guy doesn’t understand how much carnage he averted. Either that or he broke the glass labelled “What to do in case Allegra’s pulling her crap again.”
Yesterday I phoned my dad and said, “They changed the laws. It’s time.” Actually, I told my mother that, she’s more tactful than I am. pOp was working until his 70th birthday as a crossing guard (note, employment not exactly as shown), and he really misses it.
Yesterday I got Himalayan Peaks takeout and it was completely yummy.
Yesterday evening I got on the phone with the guy I’m so mad at, and we squared things away. I should just quit getting mad. It never lasts; it never accomplishes anything.
Soon I’m going to see some live theatre, which reminds me I should get off my keester and see if Kopper got tickets or whether I ought to or not. And soon, singing on Monday nights. Happy sigh.
I am still flashing on Ville dancing to Safety Dance on Dance Dance Revolution. He repeated it about 15 times so I’m having a hell of a time shaking it, and the little flash of Morris Dancers in the background keeps coming up as well.
I am looking at my stannomancy and thinking…. There’s a waterbird. And a leg. And a wedding (which I already knew about because Shannon and Jerome are getting married).
This is a very interesting chart. I do not know if it is true.
If you get this, you will squee! If you don’t, I feel sorry for you.
I am thinking my dad will laugh when he sees this.
Start quote
December 3, 2007
Dear Friends,
To celebrate the holiday season and mark the close of another year
exploring Saturn, CICLOPS is running a contest for the most popular
image taken by our cameras since Cassini’s arrival in the Saturn system
nearly 4 years ago.Please go to …
… and vote for your favorite color and `black and white’ images, and
your favorite movie clip, too. The field has been narrowed from the
thousands of image products that CICLOPS has released thus far to a
handful that have been pre-selected by the members of the CICLOPS Alliance.The voting ends at midnight on December 30th, Mountain Standard Time.
The results will be posted on December 31. And three lucky people among
the entrants will win a printed poster of the winning color image or an
image of their choice.And let’s tell the whole world what Cassini has accomplished! Invite
anybody and everybody you know to visit our site and cast a vote. This
contest is for everyone to enjoy.So, good luck to all of you, and let the voting begin now!
Carolyn Porco
Cassini Imaging Team Leader
Director/CICLOPS
Space Science Institute
Boulder, CO
End quote.
Vote early, vote often kids!
It is still snowing, although not very hard, and there’s four inches of snow on my balcony.
I think my thyroid is packing it in. I’ve been wondering if that was the case for the last couple of years but now three of the more common symptoms dogpiled me at once, so I’ll go off and get blood tests again and see if it’s true this time.
World news round up…. (not very round, but whatever…)
Leave Africa alone….
an interesting article on how getting the IMF out of African policies might be a damned good thing.
Ebola’s broken out in Uganda again.
A group of francophones opine on the death of languages globally.
(Items are translated).
Ukrainian crocodile dies after six months on the run.
Subprime mess is ‘poor judgement of a few’. Indeed.
Aussies finally figure out about drinking and pregnancy.
Who knew that Russian hoteliers had such a great sense of humour (NSFW pic)
I can’t exactly THANK Cousin Gerald for sending me this, but it sure is interesting. Herewith the “They’re Rioting in Africa” map.
I can’t believe how much a simple chat with a friend can cheer one up.
If you are a certain age you will get most of these references (the alphabet in pix).
Now people want my tapioca recipe. This is terrible, because I don’t have one. I just stand there stirring, and staring dreamily off into space, thinking about cabana boys.
I have started on the first season of House.