Mucho apologies for the lack of posts lately. I’ve been feeling pretty crummy all weekend and I stayed home from work today. I’ll be back in the blogging swing of things tomorrow…

In case you’re interested, I finally wrote up an explanation of my custom 404 pages. You might want to think about implementing it of you’ve used any of my other systems.

Meg pointed out that you can now print out your own Anne Robinson mask. Very scary indeed. This reminded me that I saw a promo for the U.S. “Weakest Link” on BBC last night. They’re actually going to show the American version over here so all the Brits can laugh at how stupid we are. I’m telling you, this show has a very dodgy agenda and it has everything to do with enforcing cultural stereotypes.

My sister was just telling me about a court case in our home town involving a man who molested Amish children. Northeastern Indiana does have a pretty sizable Amish population, in case you didn’t know. Apparently this guy targeted them because “they’re very compliant.” What a sick individual. He was sentenced to 66 years in prison.

Roger Ebert’s review of “The Mummy Returns” is hilarious. I quote:

“At one point the action returns to London, and we see Tower Bridge, the dome of St. Paul’s and Big Ben clustered closely together in one shot. This is no doubt to make it easy for the geographically challenged. Perhaps adding a few snapshots from Madonna’s wedding would not have been too much.”

Unfortunately for Eeb, Madge’s wedding took place in Scotland… but I still laughed.

“Crime family.” This is actually a really sweet and funny article about how growing up with nine siblings teaches you foraging and opportunism. I especially liked the bit about the younger brother who wanted to write on the wall with shoe polish but knew he’d be caught if he used his own initials… so he used his brother’s. My sister and brother and I used to do that all the time! (Not with shoe polish – our preferred medium was steamy car windows.)

I was all set to think R.E.M. were being jerks by cancelling this documentary, but then I changed my mind. What does Peter’s recent arrest have to do with the history of a band that goes back 20 years? Why should the other guys have to comment on it? If one of my good friends and co-workers did something stupid and the media wanted an official statement on it, I’d tell them to piss off. If the reporters wouldn’t respect that decision, I’m glad the band cancelled the project. (Thanks to Max for the link.)

Thanks to Mama Snook, who sent us these groovy Australian wool socks. As Snookums felt that the purple ones (with stars and moons) were a bit girly, I got those. He’s got the ones with the little sheep on them.

Snookums figures that Mayor Ken’s plan to stop feeding the “winged rats” of Trafalger Square could have a detrimental effect on tourism, because every time we go there the place is filled with idiotic Americans in fanny packs feeding the pigeons and happily getting crapped all over. So our plan is to replace the bird food seller with a BB-gun leasing office and let the tourists take potshots at the remaining flocks. Just as fun and good for the city, too!

(Note to my tree-hugging hippie friends: We’re just joshin’! We wouldn’t really shoot any little creatures. Although they really are a pestilence…)

Somebody’s invented a tractor beam. Seriously. That is so cool.