Cease and desist – or Proceed and Permit?
Tee hee.
Please take a minute
I’ve only done four things on this list – five if you think of this blog as educational outreach – but when I read that Bev Odious has been getting her marching orders from the Canadian recording industry, my blood just boiled.
Anyway, if you want to stop the changes to the Canadian Copyright laws which are essentially going to criminalize everybody in Canada, please view this.
Couldn’t resist…
scanged from Wonkette.
Beautiful
Smiling through the pain.
My right foot is almost entirely numb, even as my leg gets better. And it wasn’t a charley horse; it was a torn muscle in my calf, as evidenced by a navy bruise the size of a tennis ball. I’m walking much better, though…. I’ve been very slow and very gimpy.
Katie spent the night at Dax’ again. Rr. Rrrr-rrrr. Hrngh.
I constitute all the management that there is in my department today. That’s a cheerful prospect before I go in; fortunately nothing nasty ever happens even when I blog in advance that it’s going to be fine.
Christine Lavin is at it again. I’ve seen her live, and she’s a truly remarkable entertainer. This link by way of a bunch of Unitarian buddies, one of whom was dumped by a guy who…. well, let’s just say it’s lucky she didn’t spend years with him. Six months was interesting enough. Oh, Christine also did a version of it for men, so go to the main site and scroll about a third of the way down to get it.
I know I shouldn’t….
The man who broke HDDVD and BluRay
Moosepipe
Once again, from the indefatigable Cousin Gerald. This conclusively demonstrates some of the hazards of construction in Newfoundland.
Happy birdies
Cousin Gerald sent me this…
It’s a very cute story and the pix are lovely. If you don’t like birds – this means YOU Lady Miss Banjola – don’t follow the link.
This one’s for pOp
I think it was a giant squid
What a jerk…
Does it come in black????
Note to self…
I should get up earlier. I had to let 3 buses go by at Production station; once I got on the jam packed bus, I had the discomfiting experience of having someone gently – and entirely unintentionally – move the edge of her handbag up and down my ass crack the entire way up Gaglardi hill. I spent the endless minutes thinking of exactly the right thing to say; it was all I could do not to burst out laughing.