Something has been bothering me.
I have my facts about religious holidays straight: Christmas is about Santa and a tree; Halloween is ghouls, death, and candy; Independence Day is about how God loves America best; and Easter, perhaps the most holy of them, is the season of the Reese’s Peanut Butter Egg.
This year, with this commercial, the good people at Hershey have inspired me to plumb the depths of origin of that most sacred of symbols, their hallowed peanut butter egg.
This is Fermi 2
Sounds like a Muppet name, doesn’t it?
Last week I drove to Michigan on business south of Detroit and saw these cooling towers in the near distance. I’ve seen them from I-75 before, but they always seemed so far off the highway. I was mesmerized, couldn’t get close enough. I asked the nice man at the gate if I could drive closer to take pictures and he said, “you can drive to those pylons up ahead and make a u-turn and get on outta here.” He didn’t say it, but “little Missy” was implied by his tone of voice.
The first Fermi reactor (Fermi 1) suffered a partial meltdown and a release of radiation in 1966 during a test run. Engineers were able to intervene and contain the radiation, but the accident caused quite a scare and even prompted some officials to initially consider evacuating portions of southeastern Michigan, including the city of Detroit. Fermi 1 finally began operating again in 1970, but shut down for good in 1972.
But everything’s okay now!
Video Mate Dating Challenge
Since we’re doing this. . .
1963~Nugget and I were both three years old. He was a wise pony.
Thinking of all y’all
A Google image search turned up 191,000 hits for bacon bra.
“Storm” by Tim Minchin
A nine-minute beat poem by Tim Minchin, wherein he confronts a new-age hippie and smacks down homeopathy, astrology, and various other accouterments of the anti-science crowd.
You said “Til death do us part”. You’re not dead yet.
2010 California Marriage Protection Act
Safeguarding marriage from the evils of divorce
William Shatner reads Levi Johnston’s tweets
Do Earwigs Crawl in People’s Ears and Bore into Their Brains?
No. But, thanks to the unending media coverage of Michael Jackson’s unfortunate death, the first few riffs of Thriller, have done just that. Why oh why am I hearing the Kingston Trio version?
Farrah’s gone
Bone flute
Archaeologists say they have unearthed the world’s oldest musical instruments.
Mark Sanford on Argentinean Tail, NOT Appalachian Trail
He’ll always just be “Flint Man” to me.
He stands bravely outside the derelict Dort Mall, Flint, Michigan’s first indoor mall, doubtful his original home. I found this guy while doing some research in Flint last December, and I’ve wanted to share him with the flock ever since. Frankly, like the rest of Flint, he scared me a little, but after some research I’ve changed my view. Dilaudid eyes belie his splendid past: Happy Half-wit Muffler Man. I dig his tony hat and tropical shirt.
Since it’s Sheila’s birthday and all…
…I think we should go out for drinks. I’ll get the first round. What’ll y’all have?
Duncan’s snow day
Duncan digs his Kong Flyer.
For Franklin
Duncan fell asleep on the sofa with me while I was reading. He woke up when I took these pictures. When he sleeps, he’s quite fierce. He sleeps fiercely.
I can has legacy.
Bush Repeals English Language
Last Official Act as President
In what he hoped would be the capstone to his eight years as President, George W. Bush today signed an executive order repealing the English language.
Scrawling his name on the official document, Mr. Bush said that in abolishing English he had vanquished his “greaterest enemy.”
Dear Clusterflock
While working today, I was listening to the audio version of David Rakoff’s Don’t Get Too Comfortable: The Indignities of Coach Class, The Torments of Low Thread Count, The Never- Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems, and I heard this line that made me miss you all so terribly I dropped everything to share:
…when being interviewed, she insisted upon a glass of straight vodka, because, as she said, “I don’t drink water. Fish fuck in it.”
Making a baby
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, “Well, I’m off now. The man should be here soon.”
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. “Good morning, Ma’am”, he said, “I’ve come to…”
“Oh, no need to explain,” Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, “I’ve been expecting you.”
“Have you really?” said the photographer. “Well, that’s good. Did you know babies are my specialty?”
Who’s this??
Do I smell beer farts?
comic sans: Sarah Palin on Afghanistan
How much money can you make if you REALLY fuck up?
CEO pay: What those involved in the financial meltdown made
As Congress considers a $700 billion bailout for Wall Street and the banking sector, there are calls to restrict the pay and severance packages for CEOs at investment houses, banks and mortgage lenders poised to be benefit from the plan put forward by U.S. Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson and Federal Reserve chairman Ben Bernanke.
Executives from some of the major investment and commercial banks involved in the financial upheaval and bailout earned hefty paychecks last year, according to proxy statements outlining their salaries, bonuses and stock options:
Meet Lyle
Lyle (son of Lloyd) is a very special barn cat who tangled with some sort of canine—coyote we suspect—and didn’t fare well in the outcome. I found Lyle at the barn one Sunday evening with two dime-sized puncture wounds around his right shoulder and two dime-sized puncture wounds around his left shoulder, one featuring an egg-sized pocket of infection. The episode apparently happened several days earlier and by the time I found him, Lyle was near dead. I took him home, cleaned him up, and got him to the Splendid Vet first thing the next morning.
Real McCain of Genius
Where’s Sheila?
