What d’ya know. (Link from J-Walk, i think)
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Two weeks after dropping my newest drug habit, I’ve had no occasion to regret doing so.
Today I saw a Windows reboot script on one of BART’s new ticket machines.
My grandmother always said that she took after her father in lacking a sense of humor. Now I learn through a distant cousin that said ancestor was born on the first of April 1858. Perhaps that’s not so funny in Sweden.
I saw a poster today that seemed at first glance to say
MARCH FOR
IMAGINARY RIGHTS
The masses have a hard enough time distinguishing between negative rights (not to be harmed) and positive rights (to have something provided); what will they do with a whole other axis?
Wasn’t there a movie in the Eighties whose tagline on the posters was “The most erotic thing in their world was money”?
2006: The Ananova story, if memory serves, was about a Russian newspaper being penalized(?) for a cartoon of two currency symbols (dollar and euro?) going at it doggie-style.
At ten years, Fluffie considers herself too mature for the four-foot jump to a favorite perch; so I improvised a stairway from a couple of crates, and am gratified to see her merrily hopping up and down it.