Notes on Neil-Handling
Something about this handy document that makes me smile.
Something about this handy document that makes me smile.
Guess I know how I’ll be spending my Saturday nights from now on. I’ve got work to do. Thanks to Czeltic Girl, as always, for the link.
MetaFilter chimes in on the latest Supersoaker craze in the most inappropriate yet most fitting way. To be fair, TM beat even the mighty MeFi to the punch.
See also: Urban Dictionary definition of “skeet.”
Girl, 11, will be Britain’s youngest mother | the Daily Mail
The girl smokes 20 cigarettes a day despite being eight months’ pregnant. She conceived aged 11 when she lost her virginity to a boy of 15 on a drunken night out with friends.
A drunken night out with friends. Losing your virginity at 11. Twenty cigarettes a day during the pregnancy. That baby’s going to come out looking and sounding like Tom Waits after a week-long bender in Tijuana.
Warning: The rest of this post is highly vitriolic and filled with harsh language.
Absolutely incredible (albeit slow-loading) photography portfolio. Pay particular attention to his work for Converse.
Thanks to Carina, LDI for the images that fueled my day. She does some fine photography herself.
Amazing. Breathtaking, really. And a little condescending. Stand aside, Mr. Blaine.
They.
are.
making.
a.
sequel.
to.
that.
Garfield.
movie.
Hey Hollywood. The next time an idea like this crosses your mind and you decide to invest all kinds of cash, send me $50,000 instead and I’ll talk you out of it. I’ll be a millionaire in three days.
SomethingAwful mixes up their movies again and we reap the whirlwind of funny.
I have a strong interest in astrology, since it at once confirms that people are not really all that unique while allowing one to feel as though they are. So I get my horoscope every day and I compare it to other sources to see the different “interpretations.”
But, you have to doubt the extrasensory abilities of those — while in possession of all of my personal information — who still aren’t clear on my sex.
They’re right, of course. I am both a giggling girl and a paragon of strength. Still, there is a question of machismo here. While in my deepest stillness I may realize my own likeness to these things, the dichotomy of my Piscean and, indeed, human nature, it is not the place of Astrology Online to call me a giggling little girl. That’s the kind of talk that’s gonna find you picking teeth out of your stool, AO.
This week will be occupied solely with completion of a documentary DVD that I’m editing for my fencing students. As such, I have moved my workstation into the living room, partially to remove the temptation to sit and play World of Warcraft instead.