On my birthday, no less. This fucking ROCKS. Neil has just bought the tickets so he doesn’t have to think about a present.
Singapore’s first non-smoking hotel to open in two months — in time for the smoking ban… is there going to be one?
Leona’s name dot net cybersquatted. I only know who she is because I am forced to watch The X Factor every Saturday.
The thing about NUMB3RS is it’s so miraculous, he can always come up with some mathematical formula to predict or postulate some crime or other. But I do like that geeky things like maths and psychological profiling are trendy now. Lots of teevee to watch!
At 11:15 this morning. It’s been a clear day, maybe it’ll snow tonight.
It starts getting light quite late.
And it gets dark quite early.
Do not read this at work because it’s dead funny: “I don’t know about you, but now that I know that the eggs I eat for breakfast every morning might possibly be laid by a bald chicken, a rather bald chicken, waking up is going to be a hundred percent more awesome.” — Dooce
My sister sent me this pedometer. All I need to do now is figure out my stride. Wahey!
From Church Hopping:
And Ehud reached with his left hand, took the sword from his right thigh, and thrust it into his belly. And the hilt also went in after the blade, and the fat closed over the blade, for he did not pull the sword out of his belly; and the dung came out.
Comments: Apparently the sword pierced all the way through and something unexpected came out the other side. The author felt this was a necessary detail to include.
Another good laugh, via Newsvine.