You have to wonder when it's getting CP coverage.

Or, as I noted to P, perhaps it has simply vaulted loftily o'er yon cartilaginous rogue.

Or, more accurately, I think it has:

flown sky high /
high /
why so high /
putting to disgrace /
this face /
the grey race /
swimming faster than a snail's pace /
the fish /
a wish /
to fly?

I've had it with all the recent -- and by that, I mean over the last five years or so -- romanticization of pirates. Blame Hollywood, blame Disney, blame costume manufacturers, whatever.

The modern reality of pirates is shocking, brutal and deadly (recent proof here). I doubt that the historical reality was all that much different ( Read more... )

I absolutely adore this comments policy, especially the third paragraph, which is a heart-stoppingly accurate description of the damage wrought by online personal attacks.

Read it here. 100% SFW.

I bought an iPod last week after all, and I love it.

And I'm still itchy.

I'm not suited to fair weather. It makes me want to do radical things like move to St. John's, NL or grow a baby or walk topless down Bloor St., soaking up vitamin D via my breasteses.

I'd turn that into a poll, but I'm pretty sure I can guess how the results would turn

I'm half done my holiday cards.

Yes, I say "holiday," because there's no Jeebussy mention in/on/around the cards, save for teeeeeny-tiiiiiny type on the stamp, which is really more reindeery than He-shall-reign-forevery.

Anyway. Half done holiday cards is not bad. Not even started gift shopping is very, very, very bad.

Very.

Just in case you didn't think I'd notice, I did.

It's a small betrayal, but noted.

Earlier this evening I spent some time in the presence of a fearless woman.

She asked all kinds of questions and broke the biggest rule and didn't apologize to anyone, just dismissed it with a "this is highly unorthodox, but what the hell ..."

FEARless, I tell you.

I think I'm a little bit in love.

I've always thought of PBS as a cultural export that Americans got right.

Maybe not.

Today's Lives Lived column in the Globe profiles a fellow I'm 99.99% sure I went to high school with. He was crazy cool in high school AND he was on the debating team. The guy I went to high school with was singularly responsible for shattering my own beliefs that all debaters are socially inept losers (and then I went on to university-level ( Read more... )

As seen through the eyes of one of the city's best photographers, Brian Tao: Unstoppable