Apparently not. Tiny Moon is No Space Station… Right. I know we’re in trouble.
Obi-Wan: I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.
Apparently not. Tiny Moon is No Space Station… Right. I know we’re in trouble.
Obi-Wan: I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.
Chuff sent me this video titled Parallel-Parking.mpeg (right click and choose “save as…” to download the 1.17mb mpeg file). This really reminded me of a driving incident with friends in a crowded mall parking lot on a sunny Saturday afternoon many moons ago. I yanked the emergency brake and slid into a spot much the same way in my little 1982 Dodge Colt (a.k.a. the Piece of Shit) that had no rear shocks. The car also had a wonky carburetor that used to take off suddenly after 50km per hour making it feel like the shit-mobile was supercharged. My gas tank even fell off one time. I’m amazed that I’m still alive considering the way my friends and I used to drive and the cars we drove in.
Thanks Moselle for this little gem:
The British gov have released a booklet for all UK homes on how to deal
with an emergency, the official website: preparingforemergencies.gov.ukThe funnier version is this one: preparingforemergencies.co.uk
I like the basic first aid under emergency planning booklet…
I guess you really need both to see how similar they both are, very funny!
In this Special Announcement the ego-maniacal George Lucas has released the title for the next and final installment in his increasingly horrific prequel trilogy. “Revenge of the Sith”? How lame is that? He’s not even creative enough to come up with a new title. Boy that’s cute, in the first trilogy the third was called “Revenge of the Jedi”. Now, taking the easy way out, we get this limp title. Someone please have Lucas locked up as a madman, wrest control of this enterprise away from him and make the movies that we really wanted to see.
A few Christmases ago I bought Carol and Audubon Society Bird Clock. I thought it was cheesy to begin with but got used to it after a while. People who come to our home for the first time are always shocked by the sound of a singing bird every hour on the hour. My mother thought there was a bird in the house and said, “get the broom”. Anyway, now it seems no matter how fresh we keep the batteries and how we set it, the worn g bird chirps at the wrong time and sounds as though it’s dying. The Owl is the funniest with it’s plaintive, slow-motion “hoo hoo hooing”. Per haps now it is time for a new clock. If, by chance and I’m sure we are, staying with the weird clock thing, I would like to try the Xacta Radio Controlled Cuckoo Clock. It looks kind of cool.
CBC Sports: Armstrong peddles to Tour title
Wanna read more about a really boring cycling record you can do so right here: le Tour de France. Yay, he won six times. Yay, he beat cancer. Can you say movie of the week? You know had this guy come in 3rd 10 times we’d had never heard of him. America loves a winner. If the US cricket team started winning we’d be subjected to talk of that horrific sport as well. *sigh*
Cheering for someone, just because they’re going to win, is like cheering for the Yankees for God’s sake. It’s tacky. Cheer because you love the sport and those involved.