Host of TV’s Mister Rogers dies at 74
You could always count on Mister Rogers to tell you what a nice kid you were even if you didn’t feel like one.
Host of TV’s Mister Rogers dies at 74
You could always count on Mister Rogers to tell you what a nice kid you were even if you didn’t feel like one.
My favorite witch needs all the positive energy you have. Now. Move it.
I was going through old e-mails and docs today and ran across a “journal” that my team was keeping right after I was sent on the road for awhile.
Good frickin’ grief. I thought it was bad when AOL got a patent for Instant Messaging that made it sound like any form of electronic communication was their invention. But now the drooling morons™ at the U.S. Patent Office have given Amazon a patent for conducting a discussion related to an item.
Scroll down to the Claims section, and you’ll see that Amazon now has the patent for selling anything online. Wheeeee.
[ via Jason ]
We are weirding out over here, man…
Not only did I post links to those disturbing (yet magical) videos, but I had to call my son over to watch them with me – like the good dad I am. After we rolled around on the floor in fits of hysterical laughter for a while, I got up to head out the door:
One side effect of not blogging all day is that I stayed up until 2am checking out everyone else’s blogs. That means getting fresh, hot Melly, since she only seems to post at the most unholy hour. It also means I’m too tired to think better before clicking on a link she provides…
This kid is strange, sad, sick, twisted and hilarious. Or, as I wrote in her comments, “This is what would come out of the mouth of a dweeby 12-year-old if the souls of Sam Kinison and Jack Kerouac got put into a blender and were shoved up his ass.”
Enjoy.
NOT WORK SAFE, KID-FRIENDLY, OR MOTHER-APPROVED (mostly).
Can we talk? It’s Carnival of the Vanities time. This week it’s at Kesher Talk.
“I observed all the happenings beneath the sun, and I found that all is vanity and pursuit of wind,” says Kohelet. Our weekly blogosphere digest Carnival of the Vanities may be an ephemeral pffft of vapor, but 27 posts on subjects ranging from boycotts to hockey to Texas affirm that there is a season set for everything and a time for every experience under heaven. (In an email Mike Finley sees me and raises me in the etymology game, pointing out that “carnival” is an ancient word for “meatfest.” Meatfest. I have a mental image of buffed glistening gore-streaked gladiator types throwing huge slabs of beef at each other in the dead of night by a roaring campfire. Um, thanks, Mike.)
You may have noticed the Paypal button over in the right sidebar.
No, I am not joining the “pay up or I’ll shut up” crowd. I don’t take sucker bets like that! This is for my daughter. She was selected as a People-to-People Student Ambassador last September. They are going to tour Europe this summer. I am proud, nervous and jealous all at once.
She’s been working her tail off selling Girl Scout cookies, too. That’s because her troop had already planned a trip to Washington, D.C., and to a Mennonite farm in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, in June. Even if she can’t go (which is still up-in-the-air), she is trying really hard to make sure her troop makes enough money to go. (Don’t ask me. I don’t know where she gets it.)
So, her own fund-raising efforts for the Europe trip have been limited. If you feel like chipping in by buying one of the aforementioned t-shirts or by hitting the Paypal button, thank you.
I set up Solonor’s Groovy Gear about three weeks ago. I haven’t been happy with the logo and was waiting until I could get some cool graphics. Unfortunately, if I wait too long, it will be too late for getting my daughter some spending cash for her Student Ambassador trip to Europe this summer!
So, you can finally get a “I Helped Pepperkat Go To Europe And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt” shirt now.
For those that haven’t been keeping track, THE Blogwhore has a beautiful recap of Blogwhore2.