As if I needed more reason to get the hell out of London… It appears that my neighborhood stands in an active floodplain, has a history of past industrial use, has high pollution levels for everything from nitrogen dioxide to freakin’ lead, and quite likely suffers from industrial pollution as well. Just peachy. (Link courtesy of Swish Cottage.)
Crappy news: The Snook just got back from his meeting to see if they’d possibly cut him a leaving deal. His summary of how it went? “They’re going to be pricks about it.” Wonderful.
Well, at least the nipper’s looking more human now. Check out that expression! Sometimes babies can really look like tiny old people.
As soon as I say that, I find something interesting. What happens when a Perl coder and a quilter fall in love?
Boy, after that torrent of posting yesterday I’m comin’ up with nothin’ today. Sorry, Charlie.
“Jedi Knight” is NOT an official religion. The whole story was wrong. Check it out. (Sorry, Martin.)
“Welcome to my weblog. I hope you enjoy it. I just got fired for it.” Holy crap. That’s one hell of an intro, buddy. This guy’s got me hooked.
Everything I need to know in life I’m learning from The Sims. Seriously. For instance, once you play The Sims a bit you realize that you spend most of your time cleaning up after your characters. If you hire a maid for a mere $10 an hour, though, your life gets incredibly easier. Well, two weeks ago Nick decided that life on Rannoch Road was getting unbearably messy. It’s true; we hadn’t vacuumed in months and the same sticky pots are always sitting by the sink. So Nick went out and hired us an angel. Her name’s Dana, she’s a middle-aged Italian woman, and she’s a gift from God. Friday was her first day and I almost didn’t recognize the house when I walked in. She must’ve been there for six hours. She even cleaned out all the lint behind the dryer. We love our Dana. Our lives are complete now.
Some more details on that “football player rapist” story are available through the South Bend Tribune. They never use the word rape; they just say “assault”. Apparently criminal charges were never filed against him. The victim claims that they specifically told her he would be banned “forever.” University adminstrators also apparently thought he was dangerous enough to warrant moving her to a safe room after they told him about the ban. The administration’s silence on this whole issue is starting to disturb me. I know there are rules about confidentiality in these cases, but it’s sending the wrong message to everybody right now. They ought to at least say something…
(Sidenote: There’s a National Coalition Against Violent Athletes?? Wacko.)
Forget that whole robot quiz… What enquiring minds want to know is, how good in bed are you? This site purports to tell you what somebody’s like in bed based on what they’re like out of it. It’s sorta like those quizzes that guess whether you’re gay/straight or male/female. The more people that take it, the better they get. You’re supposed to feed it details of somebody you’re interested in, but instead I pretended to be a guy appraising myself. My rating was a disappointing 3 out of 5 balls. But maybe I was being too harsh on myself… (P.S. Hi Dad!)