- As you suffer through your taxes (or their aftermath), be of good cheer. You have much less chance of being audited than you’ve had in years.
- Church in a wealthy community installs a “homeless Jesus” sculpture. Woman reports the bum to cops.
- Notice to thieves: It’s not a good idea to burglarize the Pena household.
- In many places this would not be news. In darkest blue, gun-loathing New Jersey, it’s a bigger miracle than seeing Jesus’ face in a tortilla. (H/T jw)
- I think some school officials are going to be in trouble over this Sure hope so. (PT, who sent this, said she was reminded of Tonio Carolina from Hardyville. Yeah, me, too!)
- Bet you didn’t know that Jim Bovard did stand-up comedy. But he pretty much did that at the New Hampshire Liberty Forum. Little rough in the first few minutes. Gets better as it goes.
Archive for the ‘Miscellaneous’ Category
- Doesn’t it just stand to reason — doesn’t it just? — that the Human Ken Doll has has nothing good to say about the Human Barbie Doll? Weird old world we live in, innit?
- I know there’s absolutely nothing funny about a fatal mudslide, as the people of Oso, Washington, are learning to their horror. But at least there’s a certain strangely poetic justice to this mudslide in China.
- Government priorities. I swear, anybody as witty as Tam ought to have a late-night show of her own and be getting fabulously rich and famous.
- The homeless guy and the ATM jackpot.
- “Stop adding up the wealth of the poor.” Y’know, when you explain it that way, I see your point.
- A brief video tour of British accents. Hilariously well done!
- What nonsense. Lego doesn’t destroy children’s souls. Now, My Little Pony, on the other hand …
- The ATF: as corrupt as they are cruel and incompetent.
- The 10 states people are leaving. Some surprises at the bottom of the list. No surprises at all at the top.
- Our glorious ally in freedom, Saudi Arabia, has declared all atheists to be terrorists. Of course, Christians were already on their naughty list.
- Good infographic on militarization of policing.
- Does it worry anybody besides me that this list of most popular (actually, just most populated) U.S. jobs contains not a single position in which someone is actually making something? Only the third from the bottom even comes close.
- Anybody need a temporary phone number? (H/T S)
- I personally use StartPage for my searches because … well, Katherine Albrecht. But kudos also to DuckDuckGo, whose very principled CEO is interviewed behind that link.
- The natives are getting even more restless. (Via Sipsey Street)
- Well, it appears that Albuquerque residents have seriously had it with their thrill-killer cops.
- Churches. Being converted into pubs.
- Did you know … that “dog whisperer” Cesar Millan came to the U.S. as an illegal immigrant? (Tip o’ hat to PT)
- Another reason for drug warriors to suspect and harass you: having a Colorado license plate. (Will having a Washington state license plate be the next sure sign that you’re a monster possessed by Reefer Madness?)
- This writer asks why “we” make children sit still in class. But she dodges the answer. That’s curious, because John Taylor Gatto and many others have addressed that question in books and articles. “We” make children sit still in school (and obey bells, and associate only with those of the same age, and study each individual subject as if it’s unrelated to any other) because our government school system is based on a Prussian model designed to produce obedient little drones.
That was a good thing you did, lady. But you’re supposed to offer to buy the mistreated dog before you steal it. (H/T JB)
Welllll, dunno if it’s the best political ad ever. But not bad.
There’s been so much terrible news out of that monster mudslide in Washington. And the last few days, so little news because they’re not saying much until the medical examiner identifies the latest bodies. Some bodies will just be under that mud forever. And nobody will ever know exactly how many.
All week I’ve bookmarked article after article, hoping to find something meaningful to say. But there’s nothing. Except for the few people rescued immediately after the slide there’s been nothing good. Except this one small thing.
Thanks, naturegirl for the one bit of cheer. I’m going to erase all those bookmarks now.
Also from naturegirl: Doggie magic tricks.
(Funny. But still mean.)
Might’s well wrap up with some more funny dogs.
Last night I jammed my two little leftie toes on a table leg while wandering around in the dark. Well so? That’s usually one of those things where you hop around and cuss for a couple of minutes then life goes on. But this kept hurting all night and by morning those two toes were fat and red and the foot around them was fat and blue.
Still, we’re not talking about a major health crisis here. Just an owie.
I’m rarely ever sick and it’s been years since I’ve been injured. Meanwhile, nearly everybody I know has had health problems lately — from colds that turn into pneumonia to a flu that lingers for six weeks (in one case even leading to neurological problems) to … cancer.
So I have a lot of nerve getting all pouty about an owie.
- “Forget guns. What happens when everybody prints their own shoes?” The 3D economy will transcend the state. (Well, hopefully …)
- Girl shaves head in solidarity with friend who’s gone bald from chemo. School and school district get undies in a bunch.
- Wow. This pope is gonna get hisself assassinated if he doesn’t cut it out.
- And speaking of the Vatican — just who did order up all that cocaine?
- Larry Correia gets mad over gummint “customer service.”
- And speaking of gummint … Yes, good question: why are we-the-taxpayers sending all that Pennsylvania coal to Germany, which has plenty of its own? (Only a gummint could operate this way and not go bust.)
- Mmmm. Let’s get this straight. The Navy — yes, the U.S. Navy — is databasing our traffic tickets — and anybody thinks this is merely “… starting to cross the line on mass collection of information on innocent people just because you can”? Starting???
- But hey, everybody needs to get in on the act.
- ADDED: Is is an improvement if you commit your Wacos through a court system?
I’m working on a project with a couple other writers. We’re each doing our own thing, but coordinating about the topics we choose.
Today one came up with a rare gun-news gun-rights story and offered it around. “Nope,” the other replied (or words to that effect), “I write best when something pisses me off.”
Oh lordy, that is so true of so true. And it’s sooooo bad for the blood pressure. And for a person’s sanity and humanity.
We’ve been having this exuberant burst of spring — today, even summerlike! — weather. I went to the hardware store for paint chips. I want to paint the outside of the house extravagantly. Lilac! Purple! Green!
Tomorrow it rains again. All. Week. Long.
I remind myself: “Summer starts in July. Summer starts in July.” (I still laugh — although not in a cheery way, you understand at this too-true cartoon Dana once posted in comments.)
There’s an old cemetery in the hills near here. Many of its residents were born in the 1820s to 1840s — ancient history in this part of the world. (And they weren’t born here, of course; a number are veterans of the War Between the States.). A very few people still get buried there, but the death dates on the gravestones taper off in the early 20th century.
It’s a small place, no more than a circular clearing in the woods. The volunteer caretakers are always unconvering unknown graves on its edges, which are then reclaimed by the forest when one volunteer or another moves on or dies.
I wonder about the stories.
Once, two side-by-side graves intrigued me so much I ordered up the archives of the local paper to find out what happened. Two graves. Four people. All under 25. A mother and her month-old baby dying within a day of each other I could understand. Turns out the other two people, young men, the baby’s father and his cousin, died weeks later. Both fell off log booms in separate accidents. Both were experienced log-walkers and good swimmers. Both just fell off and died.
All four lived in the same household. Can you imagine?
Today, in the brush, I uncovered the headstone of a father and son. The father died in 1920 when the son was only three. The son’s dates were given as “1917 – Unknown.”
Well, I thought, maybe the son just hadn’t died yet when the stone was set. But there it was, not left blank but carefully engraved, “Unknown.” With the added notation, “Separated in life; together now in heaven.”
I have no intention of being stuck for eternity in a cemetery, however peaceful and woodsy. But I wouldn’t mind having a headstone somewhere that tells A Story.
Make it a good one. A really good one. And somebody tell it well.