Man, I like guns. And I certainly enjoy watermelon. But I…I just don’t know. (AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com)
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The past couple days have been insane; details about that to come later. Meanwhile, hilarity! This is just acres and acres of WIN. Bad Michael Jackson Tattoos. Great example: Pretty good article on the demise of the Three Little Bakers Dinner Theater. I’d seen a bunch of shows there, particularly with friends appearing therein. I knew it had gone out of business, but was surprised to find out they’ve actually knocked the theater down and are building some kind of medical complex there. Tough loss. From theoatmeal.com, I give you: Four reasons to carry a shovel at all times. An excerpt:
Not surprising, I guess. I do love me some tweetin’. Created by The Oatmeal Matthew Yglesias discusses the problem of quiet hybrid engines sneaking up on pedestrians and cyclists. But apparently there’s some concern that hybrids are dangerously quiet and could strike people unawares… Thinking about it, it’s definitely true that as a cyclist I wouldn’t be thrilled about the idea of lots of cars silently sneaking up past me from behind. I don’t know that it’s as big a problem as you might think. My wife’s Honda Accord isn’t a hybrid; in fact, it’s got a big horse-y V6 in it. But it’s so well muffled, like most modern cars, that unless the fan is blowing (it often isn’t on cool days) you don’t hear it unless you’re right next to it. Most of the time when you hear a moving car, you aren’t hearing the engine at all, unless the driver’s a douche and has noisy mufflers; you’re hearing tire and wind noise. You can verify this the next time you’re on the interstate at 65mph or so; inside the car, do you hear the engine? Maybe a little. But I bet you hear a lot of the tires and wind. If your car is well insulated, you might not hear much of them, but if that’s so I bet you don’t hear the engine at all, unless you routinely drive in 2nd gear.
Take a look, if you have a mo’, at this gallery of pictures of New Gibellina, Sicily. The original Gibellina was destroyed by an earthquake in 1968, and then the new town was built a few miles away. Wikipedia: The new city was designed by many of the most prominent artists and architects in Italy, but done in a piecemeal fashion so that the parts of the new city bear little relation to one another or to the indigenous architecture of Sicily. As a result, it has become nearly a ghost town. Keith Olbermann is disgusted, and for good reason, frankly. …[I]n the Bronx 70 years ago today, Lou Gehrig composed himself in such a manner, with a strength that eclipsed even what he showed on the ballfields of the ’20s and ’30s, that he could give one final measure of himself with such honesty, with such courage, with such a simple and direct connection to the human condition, that it is quoted, somewhere, every day. As the increasingly unreadable Instapundit would say, read the whole thing. You can also read this response, but the author’s mostly just being a snarky dick. You could also read Keith’s reply to the response, but why bother? |
