[touch wood]
This is a test.
Had this been an actual post, you would likely have seen it.
Thanks, peacedividend component gnomes.
If step 2 could be "post something with my deadline embedded", that'd be awesome. Motion = slothlike,
"Don't allow necessities to be non-decorative and boring."
And don't call a platerack a floor towel holder, unless its function is the holding of floor towels.
... can sway adoration of Rod Serling.
Happy Twilight Zone Marathon Day
Trying to avoid thinking or talking about the traumatic event
Self-destructive behavior, such as drinking too much
Hopelessness about the future
Trouble sleeping
Memory problems
Trouble concentrating
Being easily startled or frightened
Not enjoying activities you once enjoyed
As much as I WANT O YES DO WANT to add shape of... a typewriter! waffles to my list of simple pleasures, this makes me very sad.
Friends don't let friends hurl epithets like "useless" at functional mechanical beasties, esp. if those beasties are typewriters. There's nothing more useful, to me, than the thing which serves a fundamental purpose many many many many decades after first seeing action.
Chris Dimino, please tell me you went to agonizing lengths to make wax casts, then peeled away the gunk to reveal a supershiny awesome set of 100% dustproof mechanisms. Everyone knows there's a special muzak-enhanced circle of hell reserved for trifling keycutters. Convertible-Corona[really? in beige?]-Waffle-Iron inventors might get special dispensation, but only if they make me some custom [Adler Meteor, circa '79] dried-blueberry-character-stencilling keycaps, on the side.
[Seems my templates all went walkabout, and I don't really have the carpals to deal with it at the moment.]
"I wanted to see the next vice president of the United States," said Josh Simmons, Gators for McCain chairman.
Simmons said he voted for Obama about two weeks ago.
"I've seen a different John McCain than the one I signed up to work for," he said. Simmons said he submitted his resignation Sunday night and will no longer be chairman for the group, which has more than 1,000 members.
"The rabbit screamed loudly when it was hanging helplessly in the bill of the big heron. I managed to make two photos of this and the bird flew away with the rabbit in its bill [and] landed in a water-place nearby.
"The heron tried to kill the rabbit by putting it under water. After about half a minute the rabbit was almost dead but as it moved it was put under water by the heron again.
"When the poor little rabbit had finally died the heron swallowed the rabbit completely."
Barack Obama
Columbia, Missouri
University of Missouri
Mel Carnahan Quad
Gates Open: 7:30 pm (CDT)
Program Begins: 9:30 pm (CDT)
John McCain
Defiance, Ohio
Defiance Junior High School
10:00 am (EDT)
Liquor store robbers led dozens of San Jose police cars on a chase Tuesday through rush hour traffic on northbound Highway 101[...] until it crashed on Donohoe Street.
"So you say I'm tresspassing?" the 61-yr-old librarian said.
The Denver PD officer kept writing the citation, as a beige-suited pinkie-ringed McCain goon forced her off the public square. "No," the officer said, "he does."
gracias Hodgman
"Have a nice day," David Foster Wallace
At least no one calls him "a footnote".
Spark, by Datavue.
It arrived in its own natty black polyester superduperpadded proto-messenger bag.
Tomorrow, I clean it up and maybe possibly make for it a fresh boot disk.
It's a beautiful day, in Berkeley, CA.
What say we don a couple of powder blue suits and some shiny brainbuckets,then zip the hell down Claremont Ave. at 40+mph? While passing a videocamera back and forth between us, shooting backwards and/or at truck level?
Oh, yes: let's.
...and Chuck Todd calls shenanigans.
Incredible.
Dreann Smallwood, 2, hugs her daughter Lillian Koeppen, 1, on the front porch of their home while water from Tropical Storm Fay recedes from their neighborhood in Everglades City, Fla.
good publicity doing it wrong.
Cox had been sought since Saturday night, after witnesses described the shocking scene at the crosswalk of Stevens Creek Boulevard at Cypress Avenue. They said one of the women [...] was carried for about 400 feet until the driver slowed and reached "out his window and kind of pushed her off the vehicle," said Santa Clara Police Sgt. Kurt Clarke.
Cox was booked on two counts of hit and run and two counts of vehicular manslaughter.
and through
Adult female, longhaired, excellent mouser.
I hope someone helped her off of that fence and into a nice paper bag, then terrarium.
The first clue was the bundle of white helium balloons, with the gun still attached, found snagged on bushes. "This was apparently an elaborate attempt to make it look like he was murdered," Lt. Anglada said.
We don't want a trifecta.
Janwillem van de Wetering, author of more than 30 works of fiction and nonfiction, died Friday, July 4.
And finally, it is passed: Motion To Concur In House Amdts To Senate Amdt To House Amdt To Senate Amdt To H.R. 2642
I worked so hard to keep so very quiet for so, so long about WALL•E that I'm pretty much speechless at this point. And it's been out a week, already. You should go see it. Yes, there will be kids in the audience - a ton of them, one hopes - but that'll be part of the fun. It was for Frank Rich .
the sweetest* are "No jurors are needed for the 1:30 PM roll call."
[T]he Pringles can - a tube-shaped container designed to hold the salty, stackable, saddle-shaped chip - was his proudest accomplishment, his daughter said. He received a patent for the package as well as the method of packaging Pringles in 1970.
Regarding WALL•E:
I expect all expectations shall be exceeded.
And then some.
And then perhaps some more.
He said the new rules of Bournemouth Council, in Dorset, were "barmy", adding: "No one has asked me if I know Bournemouth or what I would do if approached by a drunk person - just where to put an apostrophe."
Last night council licensing chief Steve Wright defended the test, saying it "allows us to assess candidates' abilities".
While I can't imagine a circumstance requiring a display of apostrophe mastery, I like to see grammar treated with such gravity. If someone at the Sun could test the web producers' spelling skills, then we'd be all set.
On the way to the hardware store, for tension rods to curtain off the weensy non-opening-yet-white-hot-heat-admitting parlour windows, I had to swerve to avoid hitting a parrot. It was huge, with deep greyish blue plumage, and lay face down, wings folded neatly, in the middle of the road amidst the hundreds of branchlets, seedlings, and untethered yard equipment that have taken over the Berkeley landscape.
The backyard is like a broken [foliage-filled] snowglobe, now, and the city smells like deadly dry heat. The neighbors are all shouting over the sirens. Me, I just quietly hosed down the jasmine and canas and pride of madeira, and made sure the leaf litter was too soggy to ignite.
Mr. Egan, in an obituary he wrote weeks ago that was posted on his law firm's Web site after his death, said that he had arranged for his ashes to be spread at Yucca Mountain, in Southern Nevada, with the words "radwaste buried here only over my dead body."
Mr. Egan's wife, Patricia, said by telephone on Friday that Mr. Egan had been cremated, adding, "We are going to do it."
I still remember riding the 7F from SFO, one rainy winter's night long ago, with a passel of convivial engineering geologists en route to a conference, and how they so generously entertained my novice-on-fire conjectures about the obscenity that has long been the federal government's plans for Yucca Mountain.
Later, there was whiskey.
Later still, a shift from somewhat-rarified social science shenanigans to an "emphasis on geography".