Keith Olbermann found some neat stuff at the Baseball Hall of Fame over the weekend, although mostly I link to it to show this:
Is it just me, or does Keith Olbermann have the same body shape as me? Thick calves, slight gut, enormous fricking head? And he’s even taller than I am. Remind me to never anger him. By, you know, voting Republican, or something.
My friend Cassie has written a nifty trilogy of teen-oriented fantasy novels, The Mortal Instruments, and Simon and Schuster has seen fit to release the first book, City of Bones, on the intarw3bs. It would behoove you to read it, as it is Pimp.
Getting a late start today. Sorry about that. Speaking of sorry, we have this item from RegretTheError.com:
This is the best thing ever. Seriously, I got kinda choked up. I’ll be watching it all weekend.
Here’s something oddly frightening: did you know that The Prohibition Party still exists? That’s right: there are people so out of touch that, despite what happened from 1919 to 1933 and what’s happening now with the “drug war,” they honestly believe that making alcohol illegal is a good idea.
The website is pretty priceless (animated gifs! lulz), and includes links like “See what the Bible has to say” (warning: immediate sound, like it’s 1997 or something). There’s another site, marginally more professional looking, at prohibitionists.org; it contains a veritable wealth of information about what kind of crazies still live, work, and vote in this country. You know, just in case you hadn’t seen Fox News lately and had forgotten.
Do you read The West Virginia Surf Report? You should. It can be a little NSFW from time to time, but consistently high-lair-e-us. The author thereof, Jeff Kay, has produced a boss little e-book that you absolutely must read: A Convenience Story! Enjoy that.
Time Magazine produces a simple poll:
I post this without comment, so that you can admire it and draw your own conclusions. (Blatantly stolen from Matthew Yglesias.)
Over at Andrew’s blog, his fill-ins (particularly Patrick) have been talking a lot about atheism, and posting replies from readers with their own thoughts. This one hit particularly close to home:
Maybe there is a god. Maybe there are many gods. Maybe there’s no god at all … Maybe in the end it doesn’t matter, and I’ve just got to lead the best life I can, as I see it, and if that’s not good enough in the end — if there be an end instead of a simple fading away — then as far as I’m concerned, any god that would condemn me for doing my best to be the best person I can isn’t a god I’d want to believe in, in the first place.
This is a nice story detailing Scott Adams’s problems with Spasmodic Dysphonia. I hope his voice is permanently fixed; I think I’d be suicidal if it happened to me.
