When A Stranger Gets In Your Head This Aptly

image care of Sober in a Nightclub

Kansans

found on Boing Boing
A lovely little song all about appreciating the complete evolution of life that leads us to the wonder that is the here and now. My favorite? The lines, "Hear the drumming drum, drum, drum
Of the history continuum
From the ocean full of scum
To the person you've become"

The Last Time I Went Ice Skating I Fractured My Ankle

video care of Nothing to do with Arbroath

care of Bits and Pieces

I Heart Nathan Fillion

video care of Bad Bits
I remember fondly watching him as Joey Buchanan on One Life to Live. He had an affair with Dorian, which was c-razy. And then on to Buffy as the gloriously evil Caleb. And, of course, the fabulous Dr. Evil. PG Porn. This guy's awesome.

It's Nice to See Others Have Idiosynchracies As I Do

comic care of Literally, A Web LogLiterally, A Web Log
Grammatic errors disturb me. I am quite sure I make quite a few of them myself. I have been known to dangle a multiplicity of participles, just for starters. However, I like to think I have a rudimentary mastery of my first language in both written and spoken form. Why can't people figure out who's and whose? Why are it's and its so hard to grasp? A lot has never been one word. Ever. An apostrophe denotes ownership or a contraction, not simply that an "s" has been added to a word. The word "penultimate" means neither "the most fantastic" nor "final." And if you use an asterisk, follow it up with damn explanation!!!
The increasingly frequent use of "literally" in conversation has been driving me crazy. Lots of interviews include comments like, "He literally killed me" or "The Spice Girls are literally shooting their way to the top!" (Guess that reference proves that this has been a burr under the saddle for some time now...) Really refreshing to see that another soul (beyond the beloved the oatmeal, of course) finds such misuse of the English language to be equally irritating!

The Guilty Feeling of Accusing Someone of Taking Something and Then Finding It

(No, not the rigatoni.)
I realized Monday afternoon I didn't have my mobile. I tried to go with the positive idea that I'd simply misplaced it and it would show up. Searched everywhere. An email went out at work today that theft in the building was up and to be very mindful. I determined that some grubby sticky-fingered soul was enjoying Whack-a-Mole on my baby and I'd never see it again. And then, right at the end of the day I found it! A great feeling to see it lying there, far under my desk. That feeling was quickly replaced by feeling quite bad I'd been so selfish as to jump to the conclusion that I'd been stolen from. I don't like it when the thing that sort of sucks ends up being me.