Sentential Links #131

Time for links, links, links!

But first, lynx:

Har har har! Anyway….

:: Random venting on my blog about the human race? Zero dollars.

That serotonin surge of mindless misanthropy? Priceless. (New blog to me.)

:: So as a public service of this blog (and you know I’m all about public service) here is a test. If you’re thinking of becoming a contestant for MOMENT OF TRUTH you must be able to answer all of these correctly. (spoiler alert: the correct answer to all of them is True.) Good luck. (I have not watched this show. The promos alone make me want to vomit.)

:: That’s why Franny and Zooey is on my shelf. (Another new blog to me.)

:: Everyday the same, only books change. (Yet another new blog to me! Hooray!)

:: Blogging is the organization of the important and the ephemeral in the life of a person or organization, ideally in an appealing manner. (As good a definition as I can find.)

:: Before your lack of education becomes too embarassing, just put down the pen. Close the laptop. Be silent.

:: I have a confession to make: pretty stitch markers make me go weak at the knees. (No idea what that means, but there it is.)

:: One of the random things I believe in that I’m not sure anyone else does is the concept of having a bad month. (I always miss it when Mr. Jones starts posting again. And he refers to a girlfriend…I should probably drop him an e-mail and find out what the heck is going on his life. Oh, by the way, my February rocked.)

:: This was rough. (This post made me want to retch. Fair warning.)

And there we have it. Links, with additional lynx. More next week!

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Literature! Now good for kids, too!

UPDATED 3-6-08: A correction below where I mis-identify an author.

SamuraiFrog calls attention to this list of the top fifty childrens’ books, apparently arrived at via a poll of some sort. As usual, I’ll bold the ones I’ve read, and provide occasional comment. (SamuraiFrog has some good points on the list as a whole, particularly the wide definition of childrens’ books they used for this list.)

1 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, C S Lewis (Best? Huh?)

2 The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle (I like Eric Carle, although sometimes his stuff starts to seem the same.)

3 Famous Five series, Enid Blyton
4 Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne (Wow, it’s really different to read Milne’s original after one has been immersed in the Disney-fied version of Pooh for so long.)

5 The BFG, Roald Dahl
6 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, J K Rowling (OK, why this book? First, although it’s definitely good, it’s not the best of that series; my vote would go to Prisoner of Azkaban. Weird pick. I wonder when the poll was taken? If it was before Deathly Hallows came out last year, then clearly people are picking the most recent title they remember.)

7 The Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
8 The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
9 Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll (I’m assuming we’re including Through the Looking Glass here? Brilliant books, obviously.)

10 The Gruffalo, Julia Donaldson
11 The Tales of Peter Rabbit, Beatrix Potter (I love Potter, although I have to wonder how many kids grew up prejudiced against chamomile tea because of it.)

12 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl (I’m not sure that I’ve read the book, come to think of it, but I’m claiming it on the basis of having seen the two movies lots of times each.)

13 Matilda, Roald Dahl
14 The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett (I need to read this, but a very good movie was made of it back in 1993.)

15 The Cat in the Hat, Dr Seuss (Believe it or not, I actually prefer the sequel, and there are many times when I wish I could unleash the power of VOOM! upon the Federal Disaster Area that is my apartment.)

16 The Twits, Roald Dahl
17 Mr Men, Roger Hargreaves
18 A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens (Is this a children’s book? Or is it a really good book that appeals to children as well?)

19 The Malory Towers Series, Enid Blyton
20 Peter Pan, J M Barrie
21 The Railway Children, E. Nesbit
22 Hans Christian Fairy Tales, H C Andersen (Not all of them, but quite a few.)

23 The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum (I just grabbed a copy of this for The Daughter yesterday at the library book sale!)

24 The Witches, Roald Dahl
25 Stig of the Dump, Clive King
26 The Wishing Chair, Enid Blyton
27 Dear Zoo, Rod Campbell
28 The Tiger Who Came to Tea, Judith Kerr
29 Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Jan Brett (I haven’t read this, but I do love Jan Brett’s work.)

30 James and the Giant Peach, Roald Dahl (I recently blogged about this. We really need to read more Dahl in this household! I love Dahl.)

31 A Bear Called Paddington, Michael Bond (You know, I had completely forgotten about Paddington until just this very minute, while I’m writing this. We read these in class when I was either in third or fourth grade. I don’t remember disliking them, but other than that, I don’t remember much about them at all.)

32 Black Beauty, Anna Sewell (Another acquisition for The Daughter at yesterday’s book sale!)

33 Where the Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak (Yeah, a classic. I saw a Bill Moyers interview of Sendak on PBS once, and I was struck at what a cynical man Sendak seems to be. There’s a reason his books have that hint of bitterness and despair in them.)

34 Aesop’s Fables, Jerry Pinkney (Not this specific translation, I suppose, but something similar.)

35 The Borrowers, Mary Norton
36 Just So Stories, Rudyard Kipling
37 Meg and Mog, Jan Pienkowski
38 Mrs Pepperpot, Alf Proyson (Never heard of this book, but I do love pepperpot soup. There’s no better soup for a morning after overindulging in ales and lagers the night before.)

39 We’re Going on a Bear Hunt, Michael Rosen 4 (I’m not sure if the one we own is this same version, but it was one of The Daughter’s favorite books when she was 2 or 3. I hated reading it, except for the very end, when I could really ham up the bear’s pursuit of the family right to their own door.)

40 The Gruffalo’s Child, Julia Donaldson
41 Room on a Broom, Julia Donaldson
42 The Worst Witch, Jill Murphy
43 Miffy, Dick Bruna
44 The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery (Maybe I should read it again. I recall reading it and not seeing what all the fuss was about.)

45 Flat Stanley, Jeff Brown
46 The Snail and the Whale, Julia Donaldson
47 Ten Little Ladybirds, Melanie Gerth
48 Six Dinners Sid, Inga Moore
49 The St. Clares Series, Enid Blyton
50 Captain Underpants, Dav Pilke

OK, so I haven’t read too many of those, and there are more than a few that I haven’t even heard of. I suspect this is because the list was made by a bunch of Brits, and we all know that those Brits don’t know anything from literature; seriously, that country’s been resting on its literary laurels ever since Shakespeare died. What a good thing we Americans saved the English language from them! USA! USA! USA!

Oh all right, scratch that last paragraph. I was only kidding. But there are a lot of treasured reads from my own childhood that aren’t here at all. Nothing by Lloyd Alexander, for instance, appears on this list, and I would put The Prydain Chronicles right beside The Chronicles of Narnia for classic kidlit fantasy. Also, they’re hard to find these days (I’m not sure if they’re even in print), and they can be terribly un-PC, but John Fitzgerald’s Great Brain books are as entertaining a series as you’ll ever find; Tom Dennis Fitzgerald is one of the most memorable characters I can remember from any book I’ve ever read. (And you’d think these books would be popular with the Dangerous Book for Boys crowd.)

(By the way, Fitzgerald also mined his family history in a couple of books for grownups. I strongly recommend Papa Married a Mormon, but I found the follow-up, Mamma’s Boarding House, disappointing, although assuming that the events in that book actually happened as Fitzgerald relates them, the fault can’t really be his; it’s just that Papa Married a Mormon ends on a really perfect and bittersweet note. Reading Mamma’s Boarding House would be kind of like…oh, I don’t know, learning all about how Andy and Red make out with that boat after the end of The Shawshank Redemption. Some tales just don’t need to be told.)

And of course, my reading life would be immeasurably poorer had I not done something naughty in fifth grade and thus had my mother hand me The House with a Clock in its Walls by John Bellairs. Bellairs’s death in 1991 is the first time I ever mourned an author’s passing. It also seems strange that Laura Ingalls Wilder doesn’t appear on the list, but then, her tales of life in mid-nineteenth century heartland America probably don’t have much appeal for British readers, either.

Other authors? How about Robert Cormier, whose One Fat Summer was pretty meaningful to me (as a fat kid), and whose Fade is one of the most downright creepy books I’ve read? Or Beverly Cleary and Betsy Byars? Say, is Judy Blume still a popular childrens author? I’m tempted to read Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing with The Daughter, but I wonder if it’s aged poorly.

UPDATE: OK, I completely bungled on Robert Cormier. While he did write Fade (and We All Fall Down, another book I admired greatly), he did not write One Fat Summer. That was Robert Lipsyte. Bugger! But I did love all those books.

(By the way, The Daughter and I are now making slow progress through the first book in Susan Cooper’s Dark is Rising sequence. I’m liking it quite a lot.)

I’m not “tagging” anyone to do the whole “bold the ones you read” thing, but I would be keenly interested to hear what Sheila, Jennifer, Erin, Jayme, Tosy or Cosh, Belladonna, and Mrs. M-Mv have to say on the topic.

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Unidentified Earth 29

Hmmmm. Well, the installment from two weeks ago has finally been identified; it’s Malibu Creek State Park in California, which is where the exterior shooting for M*A*S*H was done. That square object on the left of the road, toward the left of the picture, is actually a rusted-out jeep that was used on the show. Cool, eh? So, one hundred Quatloos to Aaron, who got the answer. (And yet, Jayme was on the right track in comments to another post….)

Last week’s installment is still unidentified, however. Somebody’s got to call my bluff here!

And now, this week’s entry:

Where are we? Rot-13 your guesses, please!

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Sunday Burst of Weirdness

Here we go….

:: I don’t know what it is about cars versus being on foot, but I can totally see myself hiking this trail, whereas you couldn’t pay me enough to drive this road. (First link via Lynn. Oddly, these pages are hosted at a site for a dance studio in Texas!)

:: Need a protocol droid, but all you have is paper? No problem! (via)

:: Save the abandoned shopping carts. This hits me close to home, I must admit! Once in a while, a person will come into The Store with their own cart, rather than using one of ours; and occasionally it will be a cart from a store that has long since gone the way of the retail dodo-bird. That’s always interesting, and possibly a little sad. (via)

Keep the weirdness coming, folks!

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Answers

OK, time for a couple more answers. Now, when the football season ended, I was content to limit to a single, brief post my gloating over the massive THUD with which my most loathed sports team on the planet hit the ground in their supposed quest for perfection, but since this series is called Ask Me Anything!, I have to answer the questions, two of which dealt with the New England Patriots. So, any Pats fans in the audience, you might want to just skip this post entirely. (Ditto for people who don’t give a rip about football, or for people who do give a rip about football but who don’t like to read the ravings of lunatics like me.)

Will the loss by the New England Patriots in the Super Bowl have an effect on the sale of hoodies?

I haven’t the faintest idea, but since I actually like hoodies (although I hate the word “hoodie”), I hope not. And to be quite honest, the thing about Bill Belichick that bothers me the least is the way he looks on the sideline. I find his hoodies preferable to the gaudily-colored golf shirts that most other coaches wear.

OK, there, I said something nice about Belichick. Now to rip him and his whole rotten disgusting vomitous retchworthy team to shreds!

Should we consider the Patriots as being 0-4 in Super Bowls for the decade? Given the revelation that the Patriots have been cheating since 2000, how happy/sad does this make you feel?

Well…no. Not yet. There just isn’t enough evidence right now to make any definitive statements, one way or the other, and in any event, the Patriots’ cheating was of the “gain an edge” variety — meaning, it’s not quite on the level of the Black Sox scandal. I don’t think they won those Super Bowls because they cheated, although it may have helped a bit, if they were taping the other teams’ practices. But really, their videotape shenanigans didn’t make Mike Martz decide to pigheadedly stick to his gameplan of having Kurt Warner throw the ball all over the field and ignore the presence of the NFL’s best running back (at that time), Marshall Faulk, on his own roster. (It’s unforgivable that in a game that close, Faulk only had seventeen carries against a team that was very suspect against the run.) The Patriots’ videotape shenanigans didn’t make John Fox go for two-point conversions in bad situations, or the Panthers’ kicker send a kickoff out of bounds just after they’d tied the game at 29-all. Their videotape shenanigans didn’t make the Eagles play a fairly flat game or make Andy Reid lose sight of the most important element of any football game, the game clock.

I don’t have any idea how the entire issue is going to play out, but I have few hopes that even if there was a program of significant videotaping in place in New England it will come out and the guilty parties disciplined. The NFL has already destroyed the pertinent evidence that it had at hand, and there doesn’t seem to be a whole lot of clamoring for this matter to be got to the bottom of. The main sentiment I’ve heard seems to be “It’s in the past and it’s settled now.” Shockingly, everyone seems to be going for that. I contrast that attitude with that expressed when baseball’s Mark MacGuire told Congress that he “wasn’t there to discuss the past”; some cite that performance on Capitol Hill as the main reason MacGuire hasn’t yet made the Hall of Fame.

I’m also highly disappointed in the media’s approach to the whole Cheating scandal, as it illustrates anew the media’s fixation these days with narrative as opposed to actual journalism. No one has really done any significant digging into the Cheating scandal. The entire story just vanished utterly after Roger Goodell basically said “Nothing to see here folks, and by the way, I destroyed the evidence the Patriots gave me. Let’s move on.” Instead, the focus turned, as it seemingly always does, to treating the Patriots with bizarre worshipful reverence, which is why I ended up seeing article after article after article from various sportwriters insisting that the Patriots should be loved by all football fans (case in point). I remember reading Buffalo News sportswriters on the News‘s blog section writing in one post that their job was to be objective and dispassionate regarding reporting on the Bills, but in another post openly admitting to rooting for the Patriots to pull off the undefeated season. And even when the Patriots had lost the Super Bowl, there was Jason Whitlock insisting that they should still be loved and revered, that they’re still one of the greatest of all teams, and that the Giants were merely Super Bowl champions. Okay.

So what’s going to happen? I suspect that the extent of the Patriots’ cheating will never be known. It’s too late, too much has been allowed to slip through the cracks, and no one seems terribly interested anyway. But the scandal, along with the Patriots’ loss in Super Bowl XLII, has had one terribly beneficial effect: it’s pretty much put to bed the notion that this is the greatest of all dynasties. Put it this way: the Steelers of the 1970s dominated the NFL with one of the greatest defenses of all time. The 49ers of the 1980s dominated with the greatest quarterback in history. The Cowboys of the 1990s dominated with the best running back in history. The Patriots of the 2000s dominated with…videotape.

Setting dynasties aside, here’s an article by John Czarnecki listing the greatest single season teams ever. Maybe it’s churlish of me, but as a Buffalo Bills fan, I have been told by other NFL fans ever since Super Bowl XXVIII ended that the Bills could not be considered one of the great teams because they didn’t win the Super Bowl. Well, if that’s the logic, then it also applies to the 2007 Patriots, shouldn’t it?

(A brief aside: it always shocks me when I read articles like this, and I see that the single best team that I have ever seen since I started paying attention to football, the 1991 Redskins, again forgotten. Why does that team get so little love? That team scored 485 points and only gave up 224, which is a staggering differential; both their offense and their defense were in the top five that year; they went 14-2, with their losses coming to rivals within their division, then the toughest division in football, and those losses by a combined five points; their offensive line gave up nine sacks all year (compare to this year’s Pats, almost universally cited as the contemporary Gold Standard of O-line play, who gave up twenty-one sacks). The 1991 Redskins were just amazing, and I say that as a Bills fan who had to watch them get blown out in the Super Bowl. I suspect that one reason the 1991 ‘Skins aren’t often remembered is because of their quarterback. Mark Rypien had a career year in 1991, but within two years he was gone from Washington and spent the rest of his career as a journeyman. If Rypien had had a Hall of Fame career, instead of being really good for a couple of years and then fading, I’ll bet the ’91 Redskins would be remembered a lot better than they are.)

Also, we can set aside the notion, voiced constantly over the course of 2007, that we were seeing the greatest quarterback in history at the peak of his career. Sorry, but Tom Brady is still not the equal of Joe Montana in my mind. Montana never lost on the biggest stage. When Montana twice went into a Super Bowl against a clearly inferior opponent, he blew them out (including the biggest blowout in Super Bowl history, 55-10 in Super Bowl XXIV), and those two inferior teams were themselves quarterbacked by future Hall of Famers (Dan Marino and John Elway). When Montana came into the final moments of a Super Bowl facing a three-point deficit, meaning he had to either score at least a field goal or go home the loser, he didn’t just get the field goal; he got the touchdown to win the game. True, he had more time in his score-or-die scenario (two minutes versus fifty-some seconds), but he also had more ground to cover (he took the field with his team at its own eight-yard line). Brady’s got rings, but rings don’t create football myth. Situations create football myth, and Brady’s situations simply don’t compare to Montana’s.

(But let’s be clear: Brady’s a clear Hall of Famer and one of the best of all time. I’m not presenting an argument that he sucks; just that he’s overrated.)

Another odd notion that seems to be falling aside a bit is the canard that the Patriots are somehow special, that they rise above the fray and that they are just a bunch of humble guys who have set aside their egos to form this astonishing team. Well, having watched these guys for years, I’m not sure where the humility idea comes from. This year I saw Junior Seau dancing around obnoxiously after every play he made, no matter how pedestrian. I saw Vince Wilfork get fined multiple times for dirty plays, including his hit of JP Losman on the knee. (No, I don’t for one second believe that he wasn’t going for Losman’s knee. There’s no reason at all for his arm to be extended in that way if he wasn’t.) I’ve seen Rodney Harrison make dirty hits for years. When Richard Seymour was called out for trash-talking at the Super Bowl, when the Patriots were still up 14-10 in the final minutes of the fourth quarter, does anyone seriously believe that such un-humble behavior was really out of character for this team? And then there’s Randy Moss, who somehow gets credit this year for being on his best behavior, which is his history as a player, when he is winning. If Moss resigns with New England, and he’s still with them in two or three years, let’s see how happy he’s acting if the team is 10-6 and making an early exit in the playoffs. I have a strong feeling that we haven’t seen the last of the “I don’t play hard all the time” Randy Moss.

Finally, what does the future hold for the Patriots? Lots of people think that as long as Brady’s around, they’ll be a juggernaut. Brady himself recently said that he’d like to play as long as Vinny Testaverde did. I think that’s unrealistic, and it’s more likely that Brady’s longevity will be a victim of his success. The problem for him there is the amount of playoff action he’s seen. Brady has started all seventeen of the Patriots’ playoff games over the last seven years. Since an entire football season is only sixteen games, that means that Brady has literally played the equivalent of eight seasons of football in seven years. That takes a toll, and in football terms, it takes its toll fairly quickly. Brady’s still pretty robust, and he’s probably good for another four or five years, but there’s no way he plays into his forties. (And I’m not just ripping on Brady here, either. The same can be said of Peyton Manning, who has fourteen playoff games under his belt.) Playoff football is just as physical as regular football, and guys who make a lot of deep playoff runs in a short period of time tend to fade quickly when they do. And even the guys like John Elway and Dan Marino, who are poster children for longevity in the NFL, had to pay the same piper. With one more playoff game, which is probably a dead certainty barring injury, Brady will equal the number that Marino had for his entire career. He’s got only five more to tie Elway, and six to catch Montana. But those guys didn’t pack their playoff appearances into so short a period as Brady has, either; better comparisons might be Jim Kelly (17 career playoff games in nine years), Troy Aikman (16 career playoff games in nine years), and Steve Young (14 career playoff games in seven years, although he also appeared in six playoff games before that in relief of Joe Montana, all of those in late-game, mop-up situations). Basically, I doubt very much if the Tom Brady era has more than four or five seasons left in it, and the more deep playoff runs he makes, the shorter it’ll be.

OK, so that should put all of that to bed. There, that didn’t hurt so much, did it?

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I can relate….


Overalls, originally uploaded by Stewf.

Found on a random search at Flickr. Yes, this can happen. And yes, it sucks.

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Sentential Links #130

Wow…it doesn’t feel like I’ve been doing these for all that long, but I’m slowly closing in on a two and a half years, if I haven’t hit that target already considering that there have been weeks when I didn’t indulge this series. Anyway, on with the links. Click them or the puppy gets it.

:: My coworker friend Denise came in the office earlier this week and told me that she heard on the radio that 80’s music was now considered to be OLDIES CLASSIC ROCK. (You know what used to bother me when I used to listen to Buffalo’s oldies station on a regular basis, back when Buffalo had a real oldies station? Hearing “Kokomo” as an oldie. Just because the Beach Boys recorded it didn’t make it an oldie. But apparently now it actually is an oldie. Yipes!)

:: “Why can’t Steve Carrel host the Oscars? He’s actually funny.” (That’s actually a pretty good suggestion, although I thought Jon Stewart was terrific. I don’t agree with everything SamuraiFrog says, but he’s always interesting.)

:: Please clear any unused time off the microwave when you are finished. Some of us have OCD and leftover time drives us crazy. (My new favorite blog. This thing is hysterical.)

:: So I’m designating this week’s condiment of the week to honey. Take time to think of all the little things you daily dose of honey does each day–be he/she a parent, kiddo, lovemuffin, or life-supporting friend.

:: Three cheers Canada!

:: O Sunday Family Circus, why do you insist on the being baffling and totally insane?

:: You know you’re a US presidents geek when you accidentally buy the same biography of Chester Alan Arthur twice.

All for this week. Tune in again!

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Happy Birthday My Love

Today is The Wife’s birthday.

We first started dating just days before her birthday back in 1991, so each time her birthday rolls around, it’s another year we’ve been together in one way or another. We’ve had some very wonderful times together when life was nearly perfect; we’ve had some utterly awful moments when life seemed completely worthless. But we’re still here, on both counts, and I don’t want it any other way.

Some things about my wife: her hand fits mine like it was custom made for me (or maybe that’s the other way around). She makes perfect Spanish rice and cornbread, amazing pancakes and astounding waffles, and she roasts a mean turkey. Her skill on the sewing machine astonishes me. Her strength during Little Quinn’s life was inspiring to me on so many levels. She loves to eat chocolate and drink rum with me. She’d never seen Star Wars when she and I came together. She rides horses and wants to help children with disabilities. I wish she liked whipped cream, but them’s the breaks; she probably wishes I liked asparagus. I’ve loved every hairstyle she’s ever had, and the one she has now makes me wild. She wears overalls because she knows I love the way she looks in them, and she looks great in them. She picked out two Persian kittens with me. I wish I could have pushed her in a wheelchair around Disney World for another week, as tiring as that was. (She hurt herself while there.) She loves to try new things. She loves Renaissance festivals and wants to go someday in costume. She loves a good laugh, especially when it’s at my expense, and I’m (usually!) only too happy to let her have those laughs on most occasions. She loves cats and dogs equally. She thinks the Patriots are evil. She doesn’t like baseball, but then, nobody’s perfect and with the Pirates looking to stretch their era of badness into a third decade in a few years I don’t much like baseball anymore either.

So yeah: The Wife. I’m a big fan.

Original photo locations: 1. Pumpkinville 07 029, 2. Pumpkinville 07 011, 3. Pumpkinville 07 010, 4. Pumpkinville 07 008, 5. Pumpkinville 07 003, 6. Sept Trip 07 005, 7. Sept Trip 07 003, 8. 092907_14221, 9. A very hippie Christmas!, 10. Sunny day at the Fair, 11. 005_2, 12. GAHHH!, 13. Cutest wife EVER, 14. Mother and Son, 15. Tifft Preserve May 06 (21), 16. The Wife, pensive, 17. GAHHH! part two, 18. biking, 19. Spot the non-family member!, 20. The Wife.

Mosaic created with Flickr Mosaic.

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Thoughts on the Oscars

I’ve seen almost none of the movies nominated for anything tonight (Pirates: At World’s End and Ratatouille are it, I think), but I’m enjoying Jon Stewart’s hosting, and those faux-montages (“Oscar Salutes Binoculars and Periscopes”) were totally hilarious. That is all.

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Sunday Burst of Weirdness

Here we go!

:: You know how every little town has its own little annual festival? Towns I’ve lived in have had things like “Farm City Days” and “Heritage Days” and the like, but I’ve only just now heard of Frozen Dead Guy Days.

(via)

:: Not weird in the classic sense, but weird as in the “Wow, the Internet is getting more and more to be the thing we all thought it would be way back in 1994” way: you can watch Star Trek online. Legally. For free. I cannot believe this. (And if you haven’t ever seen “The Menagerie” or “The City on the Edge of Forever” — the two greatest episodes of Star Trek ever, in my esteemed opinion — then you now have no excuse.)

(via)

:: And I thought the writing desk I currently own, which once belonged to my grandmother, was an amazing piece of furniture. Check this out:

Yup, that’s a “Han Solo frozen in carbonite” desk. I want one.

(via)

And there we have it.

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