My only real comment about Castle is that DB Sweeney looks entirely wrong with blond hair. I mean, seriously seriously wrong.
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So...
it's like the fanfic community for original fiction? Huh.
The NY Review of Books has a long piece
on animal transformation, Peter Parker, and why Julie Taymor's attempt to bring Spider-Man to the stage failed. Jon Carroll has been watching too much Masterpiece Theater. Heh.
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Okay, I don't have a lot to say about Osama Bin Laden's death, other than to note that people whom he hurt feel better (which is good), and maybe it will give the President the opportunity to start correcting some of the mistakes we made in reaction to 9/11. Like, say, bringing our people home from Iraq and Afghanistan, or dialing back the hysteria that brings us security theater and indefinite extralegal detentions. I don't actually think the death of Bin Laden is going to cause any more attacks against us: those who hate the West already have adequate justification (as they see it), and anyone who valued Bin Laden so much that they would revenge or mourn his death was already not on the side of the angels.
Juan Cole has
a long piece on Bin Laden's history and what happens next. Apparently a UCLA class used theories of island biogeography to predict that
Bin Laden was in a large city in Pakistan. Coolness.
In any event, I have to admit that
this first macro made me bust up laughing. Although I suspect it doesn't make a lot of sense if you're not familiar with the squirrel photobombing macro that went around a few months ago.
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So apparently I need to
add cayenne to everything, and also add pureed vegetables, too. Well, to be fair, I had a macaroni & cheese at a local restaurant a few months ago that used butternut squash instead of cheese, and it was very tasty. So
this doesn't look like too much of a burden. *
The Atlantic has a long piece on growing up
gay and transgendered in Appalachia.
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ION, allergy season this year is going to kill me. I'm doped up on antihistamines, and between the drugs and the pollen, working out is just awful. Near the end of my run this morning, I began to wonder if I was going to die. Which means, of course, that I should be exercising more, not less. Bah.
And now to bed.
Crossposted from
DW, where there are
comments; comment here or
there.