Mick Aston quits Time Team after producers hire former model co-presenter — aside from the deliberately provocative headline, I think it’s a shame that the production company has decided to cut down on educational / informative content (and I’m sure that’s what Aston is actually angry about). That’s the only reason I watched Time Team. The only gripe I have is they show too much geo-phys, i.e. people walking around with the machine.
After looking enviously at other lovely photo blogs, I thought I would post my own. I have no skills, but the desire is certainly there. So I’m halfway! Right?!
I find it amusing that the top stories in my Channel News Asia daily email usually include at least one about a Canto-, K-, or J-pop singer (sometimes all the top stories are on entertainment). I have no idea who these people are — are they that important to a majority of Singaporeans?
Not exactly news: Ebook sales are being driven by downmarket genre fiction. No shit, Sherlock. When you can hide what you’re reading, you could be highbrowing it with literary prizewinners or lowbrowing it with [insert any completely formulaic genre writer's name here] — who’s to know?
Meet Tiger, the dog with food on its head. One very patient dog!
There’s blood in the water, and the hammerhead shark known as Ed Miliband is hungry for more.
I’ve just spent the morning and part of the arvo making a website in German. Google Translate is apparently pretty decent, according to the client — it only needed a couple of corrections. It’s not ready for the public yet, but we’re getting there.
Danny Alexander ends student loans chief’s tax arrangement: basically, the civil servant running the Student Loans Company was being paid like a contractor. But what amuses me most in this article is realising that the head of the civil service is now a Lord. Given his nickname, GOD, he is now Lord God. Heh.
When someone eats something unhealthy (that’d be me doing the eating — heh), no one else is affected at that point. When someone smokes, everyone around them (and even some distance behind) has to smell it. Sure, tax crap food if you want, but I managed to quit smoking and nicotine addiction is not an excuse. There are alternative ways to get the hit.
I have thought about breastfeeding, and I wonder if it’s something else I’m going to fail at.
I’ve been learning new things all the time since I found out I was up the duff, one of which is attachment parenting. I’m definitely not granola enough to do it all, but I think I might be able to handle something in between, i.e. be moderate.
Now, this is just being over-sensitive and nitpicky. Is it just “no fun” being poor in Singapore? Not the best choice of words, true, but what a melodramatic response!
And so the ‘I’m a big man!’ politicking begins: Sinn Fein wants referendum on united Ireland.
NBC pulls donkey semen episode of Fear Factor — uh, it’s called the Fear Factor. If people are fucking crazy enough to sign up, they know what they’re in for and the network is being chickenshit.
If you want America to return to greatness, or you want to drag America even further down the spiral, you can’t go wrong by voting for Newt. If you get what I mean.