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Funniest Sad Thing (Saddest Funny Thing)
I have discussed it with each member of the LM/AT/sg household and a panel of foreign policy experts, and this is the saddest thing on all of the internets: [It’s the hardest call a little boy ever has to make.]
It's a Mean Thing to Say; Is It True?
Facebook, Netvibes and Meebo all launched new iPhone-optimized versions of their sites this week, and all three of them are very nice. But wasn’t one of the promises of the iPhone that it offered “a real web browser?” If that’s so, why all the iPhone-optimized sites? And why are these sites being optimized for the iPhone specifically and not just “mobile optimized?”
The iPhone is Internet Explorer 4 all over again.
Don’t Dream It’s Over : Left Unsaid on Offsprung.com
Don’t Dream It’s Over : Left Unsaid on Offsprung.com:
Hey Kids,
There are some things about that new CD we’ve been playing in the car that I haven’t told you about. Yeah, that’s right, the new Crowded House. For one, I didn’t mention that you actually know their drummer Paul Hester. He played Paul the Cook on The Wiggles! He seemed like a really fun, wacky guy. But then he killed himself. With a rope. That’s called suicide, and it’s a drag.
Or maybe it is sg who is lucky.
Or just put an otter in the next seat over to distract them
Lady on cell: I know it’s reasonable to worry about things. but I just think it’s sort of strange that you worry about a shark jumping up and snatching your baby while you’re driving over a bridge! [Long pause] Well, did you ever think of rolling up the windows?
Stuff People Eat On Purpose
It’s been a long while since we last ran across “Steve, don’t eat it!” at the Sneeze. The intro below gives some idea of what it is we have been missing, but it pales in comparison to the jabba the corn kernel images that await you, dear clicker.
The Sneeze - Half zine. Half blog. Half not good with fractions.:
Cuitlacoche is a black fungus that infects corn fields, making the kernels bulbous and swollen as they fill with spores. It also goes by the name Huitlacoche. If you’re having trouble with the pronounciation, it’s: Cuitlacoche (kweet-lah-KOH-chay) or Huitlacoche (dat-sfuckin-NAS-tee).
It’s safe to say this is the first time I’ve ever paid for an infection. I am, of course, not counting the one I got from your mother. (YES! You walked right into that.)
I’ve read that U.S. farmers consider it a disease and destroy it. Farmers in Mexico put it in cans and sell it as a delicacy. I travelled far and wide to find my own precious can of Cuitlacoche. Okay, it was at my supermarket, but I had to drive like two miles to get there and got stuck at a couple of lights.
Enough chit-chat. I’m gonna go dine on a can of disease. But before I do, I really do feel bad about that cheap mother joke. My sincere apologies to you and your lovely mom. (The filthy whore.) Be right back!