I made it official Monday -- I really am going to Cardiff in September. My friends tend to be suspicious of the veracity of any of my claims, so I'm sure that one or two won't believe I'm going to Cardiff until I'm actually living in Cardiff. Nonetheless, it's all official now.
My sister-in-law, Toni -- of whom I have no pictures, but whom I did once reference in an article -- is engaged. She has managed to snare herself a young male nurse. Expect endless jokes to follow.
Nominating for the 2006 Bloggies is under way. I am voting for Esther's blog in all applicable categories.
Linus will go on my list of nominees as well, if not just for this sentence: "I don’t think there is an afterlife, although I'm totally willing to be corrected on this."
Goo was suggesting that Dutch and Welsh look a bit like Klingon and then wondered how one would say "Happy New Year" in the made-up language. Probably the best person to ask would be this blogger.
Or, you could contact the people at the Klingon Language Institute, where a person can at least learn how to say "happy birthday" in Klingon. I think my favorite element is that there is an "about" page written in Welsh.
Mike Tice is gone, which most people have seen coming since the preseason. In my perfect world, Tice would have been given the job that Glen Mason doesn't seem to want. I'm pretty sure that Ticey could just as easily get the Gophers into a series of bullshit bowl games for less money.
There is something quintessentially Portsmouthian about Russian billionaire Alexandre Gaydamak's takeover of the club. The man's father has been tied with scandals and money laundering. Hooray.
My favorite element is this: "Some of Gaydamak's cash will also be earmarked for the development of Fratton Park and the construction of a Chelsea-style 'Pompey village' with apartments, restaurants and shops."
Suuuuuuuure. Pompey; city of unrealistic dreams.
I can't decide which guy is dumber: Jimmy Hall, for swimming with a 17-foot great white shark; or Maurice Clarett for effectively driving the final nail in the coffin of a potentially multi-million-dollar career in exchange for a stolen cell phone. Dumb. Ass.
Best George W. Bush quote ever: "May God bless those who are trapped below the Earth."
(Unfortunately said in response to this considerably-less-than-funny story)
The Larimer County coroner pulls no punches. A recent ruling declared that a man's cause of death was "total morselization of body due to being pulled by a gloved hand into a commercial wood chipper."
Total Morselization. That's a good name for a Gwar album.
"Hey, kids, wanna drive through that cactus patch?"*
"Well, two against one."
"The Actroid... has been designed as an android 'bearing a striking resemblance to a woman,' with a command of four languages." That's right, while the rest of the world struggles with pollution, war, poverty, hunger, and disease, a load of lonely Japanese geeks is building scantily female robots. I have only one thing to say about this:
Thank you, Japan. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
*Quick, what TV show am I referencing?