In the comments section to a post by Instaputz on my post immediately below. I’ll not link it, because there’s nothing of note to see over there, but really, I think that being lectured by a guy who sits in his own piss all day telling other people that they’re stinky, it’s a bit much. The debate (which in this case would be a euphemism for much flinging of monkey

What is the matter with me, that this makes me laugh? NESKOWIN, Ore. – A romantic marriage proposal on the Oregon coast turned deadly for the bride-to-be when a wave swept her out to sea. Scott Napper had taken 22-year-old Leafil Alforque to Proposal Rock near Neskowin Beach to pop the question at a place that got its name from couples ready to marry. Napper and Alforque had been dating

When Obama sends tingles up your leg, I can understand how that might be. NTTAWWTAITYKWIM.

Picture yourself beside a glassy calm bahia on Mexico’s Pacific coast at sunset, with your favorite companion, having a nice margarita as the seabirds wheel in the distance. You are tanned, sated, happy, relaxed. You feel the still-warm sand between your toes as as the gentlest of breezes stirs your hair softly. You still have many such days ahead of you, and you plan to return to your nicely appointed

Obama hasn’t even taken office, and already sea levels have stopped rising.

Via Hot Air headlines comes this report stating that the RNC will soon disclose how much it spent on Palin’s clothes and accessories, and that it’s far less than the amount–$150k–reported. Of course, whatever it amounts to, it’s also far less than what Obama paid for his Dork Temple. That’s not interesting, but the comments reveal what kind of people make this their business to know: Uh. . . at

Personally, I would have used both. I’m glad, though, that he was wise enough not to fly in his private jet.

Fausta relays good advice.

Via Weasel Zippers: Two Moroccans arrested in Italy yesterday wanted to blow up the Milan Cathedral on Christmas. They hoped an attack during the busy holiday would cost dozens of lives. This according to tapped phone calls, reports La Repubblica. The two belonged to an Islamic terror cell which had been followed by the Italian police already for months. “The plot was discovered yet before the suspects could get explosives,”

A new BBC adaptation is being made of The Day of the Triffids, but why are we still prepared to believe in a post-apocalyptic world roamed by flesh-eating semi-sentient plants? And do we have a love affair with fictionalised destruction? It’s just awful, isn’t it? when people project their paranoia onto plants. All these Britons new no good could come from GM crops, but they hardly dared suspect it would