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Me: So, given the weirdness of the last several months, what are you going to do for Valentine's Day?
Also Me: I'm getting my cat neutered!
M: I see. Is it true that you asked a vet whether this could be done as a house call so the little mite wouldn't be nervous?
AM: Yep!
M: And when they said no, because of the general anesthetic, did you really say "I consider that optional at this point?"
AM: Yes.
M: And why did you say something so mean?
AM: He peed on me.
M: Has he peed on anything else lately?
AM: Apart from the furniture? A blanket and my bathrobe.
M: Would this be the same blanket and bathrobe from yesterday's laundry?
AM: Correct!
M: You're right. This is going to be romantic.
We hold this headline to be self-evident:
[my town] evaluates teachers pay scale
If you have to make budget cuts, I'll chip in for the apostrophe!
From today's Ask Amy column:
Oftentimes when people get married, they choose to surround themselves with people whom they actually know."
I see that British novelist Terry Pratchett has been knighted.
Let's hope 2009 is full of similar nice things. Happy New Year, everybody!
As my Scion ownership might indicate, I have an interest in eccentric-looking cars, from the retro and wildly expensive Morgan to the futuristic Aptera. And now that I've read this Wired story, I find myself lusting over a concept car that looks like a giant correction-tape dispenser.
On the other hand, I liked the Scion xA because it looked like a giant comma, so this may not be news to some of you.
I recently watched Expelled, the Ben Stein passel of exploitative hooey documentary about Intelligent Design, and may yet blog about it over at Dracula's Godchild. However, via The Panda's Thumb, you can see from this that I was right to be a Roger Ebert partisan the entire time he was doing TV with dissenting reviewers. (My own review will probably be a lot shorter, not as awesome, and have more swearing: I gotta be me.)
Until then, however, enjoy the best Miss Manners headline ever:
"Don’t let strangers be poisoned"
(It's about poison ivy. I feel bad for being disappointed that someone wasn't trying to make toadstool soup.)
I bought myself one of those plastic bento boxes to carry my lunch at work, and while I was gone for the holiday, it arrived in all its glory: cute little three-layered box with dragonflies in the corner, cute little matching chopsticks, a carrying bag and an elastic strap to hold the tiers together.
And then I noticed this was on everything...even the box lid:
That's right: it says "LUBE SHEEP." Who knew dragonflies were like that?
