Last night the subject of Trans Fats came up at dinner briefly before my concerns about the substance were brushed off by my fellow diners ( Read more... )

somehow my stomach has gotten onto rolypolypony time. It is not lunchtime yet!

Puppies

"Mine" is a two-syllable word.

In my house, when I was growing up, we served our ice cream out with an ice-cream-shoppe style ice cream scooper ( Read more... )

well, hello there bright green leaf-shaped bug crawling on my arm. How are you tonight?

ETA: well it's been fun hanging out and all, but from all I'm able to find out about you, it looks like you will eat my tomato plants if I let you outside. i'm not sure how I feel about this.

Jon Stewart's graphics, with the poker chips and the race horses, are quite amusing.

But can someone with a better technical understanding of bandwidth than I apparently have explain for me the underlying flaw in Sen. Stevens' tube vs. truck metaphor?

It took me a bit to dig back through history for the link, but for those of you who don't read stealthmuffin (of Dwarf and Ninja fame), the short story The Welsh Squadron is also worth reading.

For those of you who don't read sigerson's journal, here is an interesting write up of what sounds like a very interesting initiative.

i'm in that special state where you're hungry, but you don't have any appetite - where your stomach pangs and your blood sugar level flags, but you don't feel up to putting anything in your mouth.

stupid headache.