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July 12th, 2006

We’ve been busy teaching Remember The Milk to understand new languages (that might sound challenging, but it was nowhere near as hard as teaching a stuffed monkey to program in JavaScript!). Remember The Milk - Blog  

July 11th, 2006

Erasing all trace of foreign languages from the public sphere strikes me as just another way to protect our ignorance, our isolationism. Shakespeare’s Sister  

Now, in a discovery calculated to increase my irritation, I learn that the little bastards are singing a love song as they hover about, looking for an opportunity to stab me and suck my blood. “Come to me, come to me, mon chéri,” they sing, “after I gorge myself on ze fat, torpid hu-man (and daintily spit up a little backwash into his capillaries), we shall make sweet, sweet love in the moonlight and zen I shall lay a thousand eggs, and our progeny shall feast on his children!” (Sorry, but now whenever I hear them they’ve also got a silly Pepe LePew French accent.) Pharyngula: Mosquito love songs  

July 10th, 2006

I wonder if Coulter actually read my essay–in which case she presumably knows she is misrepresenting it–or if someone just handed her a passage to quote and told her to make up a joke about farts. The Loom : Behold, For *I* am the Giant Flatulent Raccoon!  

July 9th, 2006

Bring the hooker to church, huh? Okaaay… I like the way you think. Kinky. And hey, I’m sure the pews shouldn’t be much worse than the beds in your average pay-by-the-hour hotel room, anyway… The Accidental Weblog » I’ll be here all week, folks  

Bush: Dammit Karl, you know how cranky I get when I can’t cut the brush. Besides, Crawford’s so damned pretty this time of year. The long brown grass swaying in the hot breeze … sweat glistening on your balls … the cattle just shriveling up and dying from the heat and lack of water. It’s a damn pretty place I tell you. Dick likes it a lot. Says it reminds him of that undisclosed location where he spends all that time. Where the hell is that place anyhow? The Omnipotent Poobah Speaks!: The Fourth of July Tapes  

Which leaves us with the question: “If God wants something, can God convince God to do something God doesn’t want to do?” Can Jesus “Rabbit Season. Duck Season” the Father? Debunking Christianity: Can I get a different attorney?  

Sure, they’ll bitch. But they’re bitching NOW. So, fuck ‘em. They’re always screaming about being persecuted anyway. Let ‘em scream about it through iron bars while the rest of us enjoy our secular nation. Jaundice James: Jail Time for Bible Thumpers  

Any time soon now, the people of New Jersey will become monsters and resort to pillaging, raping and killing. Goosing the Antithesis: So where are the riots?  

July 7th, 2006

Thanks, Wikipedia! I’m old! Number one with a bullet - Reviewering  

By the way San Diego Chargers fans, enjoy picture number 4, because that’s the last time this year you’re gonna see a quarterback with a professional delivery and the ball not rocketing backwards. WWTDD.com: Jessica Biel is everything good  

Hallelujah and pass the hooch. stoney321: Crack!fic of the Spectacularly AU variety, part 2  

July 6th, 2006

And for its Machiavellian heart. If it had one. The Doc Searls Weblog : Thursday, July 6, 2006  

July 5th, 2006

This is a large dill pickle, filled with cream cheese, batter-dipped, and deep fried. It improbably manages to combine the best elements of a jalapeno popper and a cake donut. Diablo Cody - Pussy Ranch - Cream Pickle Pups  

What true scientist has not asked, at some time or other, “Why is pee yellow?” Science In Action: Why Is Urine Yellow?