Don't Be So Cavalier With That Mouse Pointer, Buster!
You just think that it's electrons or somesuch hooey moving your cursor around the screen, dontcha? You poor deluded souls — everyone knows it's done by little overworked men (well, in Japan, at least).
Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer approves.
Too Good To Check
I happened across an ostensible letter to the Smithsonian today that begins thusly:
Dear Sir:
Thank you for your latest submission to the Institute, labeled "211-D, layer seven, next to the clothesline post. Hominid skull." We have given this specimen a careful and detailed examination, and regret to inform you that we disagree with your theory that [...]
The Day This Passes In The U.S. Is The Day Texas Passes A "Concealed Stinger Missile Law"
Via Best of the Web we have word of a troubling development in the world of outdoor food preparation:
The government of Belgium's French-speaking region of Wallonia, which has a population of about 4 million, has approved a tax on barbequing, local media reported.
Experts said that between 50 and 100 grams of CO2, a so-called [...]
Up From Humble Beginnings
It's hard to believe, but Google, the current King of the Internet[s], sprang up from humble beginnings at Stanford back in 1998. Want proof? Here are the pictures that capture the ragtag nature of the first revision of the Little Search Engine That Could And Eventually Did.
Ahhh, The Memories: Trivia, Laughter, Double Entendres
I happened to stumble across YouDontKnowJack.com the other day and was instantly transported back to my freshman year of college wherein countless nights were spent with hallmates laughing our way through the various incarnations of "The Jack", as it came to be known.
And now it's available. In episodic form. On-line. [...]
A Tip For Unmarried Men
If your fiance suggests walking down the aisle in a Disney Princess wedding gown, run, do not walk, away from her as fast as humanly possible.
Just a hint.
Scott Wade's Dirty Car Art Gallery
The coolest collection of classic works of art scrawled into the dirty rear window of a Mini Cooper you're likely to see - ever.
