This week’s roundup of sentences ripped horribly from their surrounding blog-context. Won’t someone please think of the children!
:: The mayor’s office has finally realized that this is totally unacceptable and is trying to revive the area (or as my guide more cynically put it, “convince white people that it’s safe to be downtown at night.”) (You’ll be surprised which city she’s talking about.)
:: Anyway, time to move on. (Go wish him luck!)
:: Florence, Alabama has several Indian Mounds from the Copena Period, about 300 CE, of the Woodland cultural period in the Southeast from 1000 BCE to 1000 CE. (What would be the point, without photos? Luckily, there are photos. Mira always has photos. Yay, photos!)
:: There’s something almost sacred about a physical library. (No, there isn’t something almost sacred about a library. It’s just plain out-and-out garden variety sacred. No “almost” about it!)
:: Republicans today criticized Paul Revere for his famous ride, saying that he had violated professional colonial ethics by divulging military secrets in violation of his duty to his lord, the King of England. (Why do I always forget to read him? He’s only been on my friggin’ blogroll for, oh, two years or something like that….)
:: Inspired by the hype surrounding the release of Revenge of the Sith, here’s a little bit of Buffalo-related Star Wars history. (Geez, the treasures that await on my own blogroll!)
:: If you tell three men you have a strange creature in your back yard, two will want to kill it, and one will want to season it. (And if there’s a fourth, he’ll just want to stare at it as it interacts with nature in its own habitat. That guy would probably be me.)