Category: Things

Francis Ford Coppola presents Bacula, the data backup tool.

Why do I find this hilarious?

It’s even better than rum, the software updater.

So far today I have eaten nothing but pie.

Here is an excellent picture of pie.

I love pie.

Have a look at the TSA list of what you can bring on planes.

You may not bring onto a plane: lip gloss, mascara, water, or toothpaste.

You may bring: lipstick, contact lens supplies (if wearing contacts) baby food (if wearing baby), and… KY Jelly?

(Snakes not listed.)

Just for argument’s sake, let’s pretend that John Kerry and Kerry Healey divorce their spouses, then marry each other. Would Kerry Healey change her name to Kerry Kerry (and then go challenge New Hampshire’s Dudley Dudley to a double-name grudge match – unless, of course, Dudley Dudley then one upped her by marrying former wrestler Dudley Dudley, thus making her Dudley Dudley Dudley)?

Sprinkle Brigade are making neighborhoods look better by decorating poop they find on the street.

It is not Friday. Is this a cat? Who can tell?

It is certainly evidence that I have got myself a new camera and am having too much fun with it.

Today I went to start the bike up and most of the electrical system seems to be offline. The headlight works, but the turn signals, brake lights, and instrument displays (all the -ometers and the “idiot lights” that tell me when I’m in neutral or low on gas) are nonfunctional. So I won’t even be taking the damn thing to this wedding tomorrow in Connecticut.

Also, it occurs to me just now that I can remember how to spell Connecticut but I still have a hard time spelling Massachusetts, despite living here for six years.

Narcolepsy is one of those diseases that seems half awful and half tasteless practical joke, like Persistant Sexual Arousal Syndrome. Sure, it’s horrible, but a video of a narcoleptic dog is the sort of thing that animates a slow news day. And you know, of all the things that could happen, it’s not awful. It’s not as bad as, you know, snakes on a plane.

Motorcycles mean freedom, power, speed, ostentation. They are expensive, dangerous toys. They are an instance of the technological sublime. But they are also promises. Riding a motorcycle is a promise to wear boots all summer long. It is a promise to be hot and sweaty when it is hot and sweaty out, a promise to get bugs and dust splattered all over you on dry days. And a promise to get wet when it rains.

Today, that meant very wet.

Oh, some of you may have stuff to do tonight, but I am blogging it up in style at home. Since the World Cup is ending this weekend, you may be in a soccerish mood. I suggest that you have a look at a classic Monty Python soccer sketch courtesy of Pito Salas, and a soccer-themed watermelon carving from this gallery of carved fruit, courtesy of Gethen.

Best Craigslist giveaway ever: Best 5BR 3BA house in Danvers, MA. Built 1843, needs wiring and plumbing work. You pay shipping.

No, the land underneath it is not included. You gotta move it away and there’s the matter of finding a lot to put it on. Still, a free house! It’s a lot more impressive than a silly ol’ free Atari.