Have I done this one already?
Via Jonah Goldberg.
When we were in Hawaii last year, my wife (who accumulates musical instruments… somehow) came this close to acquiring a new ukulele to be lost with the rest of her luggage on the flight back. Those suckers are surprisingly expensive. As is just about everything else in Hawaii that isn’t a pineapple, of course, but I suspect that they’d have been expensive in Topeka, too.
So, Underworld
Moving along: why don’t vampires ever snack on people that seem, you know, healthy? As in “my breakfast was more than three olives and a picture of a celery stalk” healthy. Either they’ve got this weird thing going about cholesterol, or the side effect of vampirism is apparently going down to three percent body fat and a perpetually sullen, yet stylish, expression. If the latter is true, that means (as has been noted elsewhere) the legions of the Undead are probably missing out on a great long-term financial opportunity.
Lastly: if I ever use Abraham Lincoln as a character in a roleplaying game, he is so totally going to look like this.
Moe Lane
PS: Hey, at least this way I didn’t have to watch the press conference. How many questions did he manage this time? Six?
…for good or for ill; so we’ll end it on a capitalist note. Donate at least $20 bucks, get a sonnet (Elizabethan or Petrarchan, whatever). Just let me know the theme when you donate: nothing political unless I agree with you anyway.
I don’t claim to be another Gilbert Keith Chesterton
, and I flatter myself that I’m not bad at it.
But, hey, we’ll let the market decide that one. The cruel, blessed market.
Moe Lane
On TOAST. Via Nodwick, and it’s tasty:
Not necessarily the bad day that some would fear/hope it to be, but definitely a day. So how to end it?
Well, Stacy has the right idea, but he’s got to learn how to package it better. You can’t just tell ’em; you gotta show ’em.
Get ’em by the brainstem, just like the Jesuits say you should.
OK, they don’t say that, but that’s because you can’t really say that in Attic Greek.
I think.
I won’t embarrass any of you with a poor attempt to sound… geez, I don’t know if it’s even called ‘street’ anymore. Still:
…umm. Word?
And that barfight, frankly, kicked ass. But this kicked more:
Via AoSHQ Headlines (which needs its own links), via Fark.
Moe Lane
(Is having the full Amazon display less or more obnoxious than just linking to it?)
Yes, I’m wondering how you can tell the difference, too.
Maybe the professional-quality detonators?
I don’t know how many golf clubs it sold, but it’s clever.
Via TheoSpark, thanks to this Tim Blair post about a fuel injection system, which is as dirty as you think that it is, only for a somewhat different reason than you think that it is.
Or something like that.
He is two today. No picture, yet, as he is still blessedly asleep.
I will spare you a cutesy child-themed day – you don’t want me trying to warp fiscal policy or zombie haiku so that it fits any more than I really want to do it – but if you have kids they’ll love this book:
…and it might keep you sane, as Terry Pratchett
