February, 2013 archive
Absurdity Girl’s Fantasy Cabinet 0
It’s two minutes. Watch it.
A Quantum of Fearfulness 0
Steven M. explains the WATB factor in gunnuttery demonstrated by gun nuts’ quivering in fear every minute. A nugget:
But who believes ordinary life is more dangerous than right-wingers? You can never leave the house without your concealed-carry weapons, and your open-carry weapons! You’re at constant risk . . . .
Drinking Liberally Norfolk Tonight 0
Drinking Liberally is a gathering place for liberals. Socialize and laugh in a friendly atmosphere.
When: 6 p., Thursday, February 14.
Where:
Lola’s Caribbean Restaurant
328 W 20th St (map)
Details here. Meetup page here.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Politely look both ways when crossing the road.
Facebook Frolickers 4
Romance is zucked.
Since launching on Jan. 23, the app has “already hooked up over 100,000 couples,” according to an e-mail from the three California college students who created the app.
Nothing To Do, Nowhere To Go 0
Possibly a trend, plus Bloomberg’s “experts” blow it yet again:
(snip)
Estimates of the 49 economists in the Bloomberg survey ranged from 350,000 to 375,000 claims. The Labor Department revised the previous week’s figure to 368,000 from a previously reported 366,000.
The four-week moving average, a less volatile measure than the weekly figures, rose to 352,500 last week from 351,000.
I wish I could get paid so well for consistently being wrong.
Blood Red Hearts 0
Pamela Haag recaps the bloody history of Valentine’s Day. A nugget:
Incidentally, St. Valentine (as the two Valentines seem to have merged into one figure by the 9th century) is the patron saint of epileptics, not lovers.
Medieval miracle plays based on the Bishop of Terni Valentine show him brutally beaten, bloodied, and decapitated before angels transport him to heaven. It really puts you in a mood for love.
Shows what skilled PR can do for an image.
Merchandise Mart 0
MarketWatch highlights five things that are harder to buy than a gun. You’ll be taken aback.
Twits on Twitter 0
Spoiled brat tween idol twits.
Bloggus Interruptus 2
Somehow, the damned cat managed to open the Opera preferences dialog, navigate to the “Advanced” tab, scroll down to “Cookies,” and set Opera not to accept cookies (I keep it set to “Accept only from the site I visit”), thus preventing me from logging in and compelling me to use another, less feature rich, much better known, and somewhat clunkier browser, until an error message from another site (“Hey, we need to drop a cookie, doofus!”) alerted me to what might have gone wrong.
Right To Work for Less 0
The Republican Party–now and ever the party of privilege.
