All the Humane Society could tell us, when we picked him up a year and a half ago, was that he was born in October. Some day I'll catch him in a "Better make myself look biiiig!" stretch, which silences any question of his Halloween-y provenance.
“Jeff was a champ,” says Daniel Lubrano, 22, the contestant who urinated on Schneidman’s chest and face. “He really earned it.”
On Aug. 31, he had e-mailed Brown from the Superdome to warn him that thousands of evacuees were gathering in the streets outside the New Orleans Convention Center without food or water with "estimates that many will die within hours."
[...] An e-mail from Brown's press secretary declared that "it is very important that time is allowed for Mr. Brown to eat dinner" at a Baton Rouge restaurant that evening before appearing on an MSNBC talk show. "We now have traffic to encounter to get to and from a location of his choice, followed by wait service from the restaurant staff, eating, etc."
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!" Bahamonde wrote via e-mail to a colleague at FEMA. "Just tell her (the press secretary) that I just ate an MRE and crapped in the hallway of the Superdome along with 30,000 other close friends so I understand her concern about busy restaurants."
[...] the new species has been named Osedax mucofloris, which means "bone-eating snot-flower".
Professor Cardhouse wrote: Isn't there always a world's smallest cat?
Mathematically it seems like there always should be. Mr. Peebles will eventually have to pass the tiara (as did Bitse before him [holy hell, who even knew there was a world of competitive cat mutation? if I was Bitse's owners I'd test her food dish for evidence of foul play]) to Princess, or Tiger, or Maggie, or Gizmo – perhaps in a televised ceremony. Unless, of course, they all join forces as the World's Smallest Cats.
"Smallest Cat Powers, activate!"
"Form of... a slightly protruding tongue!"
"Shape of... a claw!"
You know what else there should always be?
There should always be dogs who adopt and nurse foundling baby squirrels.
Especially foundling baby squirrels named Finnegan.
Look at him! He's totally a Finnegan.
Get the fly swatter out, kill the queen and remove the nest. Not the other way around, because the queen will defend the nest[.]
It is a good idea to prop a flashlight up, pointing at the entrance of the nest, but spray from a different spot. Heavy clothing and a bee veil, as well as safety glasses should be worn to prevent stings.
You don't say. Well let me just suit right up, then, 'cause like everyone else I have... wait a minute. I have got a big pile of goth gear, right here in the trunk that serves as our guest cocktail table (you know our guests always enjoy tasty Welcome Beverages). Opera gloves, knee-high boots, spooky shielded specs... a yard or three of old copper-y lace, and some fine-gage fishnet... Yes sir, I think we're in business. There's even be a fetching leather cowboy hat, for maximum swatting power.
Let's go kill some wasps!
Do you have any questions or opinions, pro or con, on propositions 74, 75, 76, & 77? If so, Nichols Research would like to hear from you. We are looking for 100 men and women to participate in a [televised] town hall discussion with Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger[...]
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It's already got Reagan and Thatcher and even Daddy Bush, but I never ever thought I'd sully my iPod with the likes of Shrub.
The Party Party's White Lines is just that good.
"[...] I feel, pretty offensive," said concerned parent David Freymiller. Freymiller is not against Halloween, but opposes the gargoyle because it's [...] in plain view [of his] children. Ms. Bahr says she's just trying to bring a little fun to Corpus Christi. She does have a permit and the fire marshal has been here. The best advice is to just take the long way around and avoid it.
Just Thinking About It is a photolog of animal distress, post-Katrina. Start with some sunshine.
Volunteers and donations are still needed as the situation becomes more and more dire for lost pets:
check out 1-800-Save-a-Pet and Eric's Dog Blog for ways you can help.
Python vs. Alligator in a Swamp: intense, but no Snakes on a Plane.
Andy Rooney puts the Power of Crotchety to a worthy task.