So I guess it's Pride week, huh? Or it was? I walked downtown yesterday and ran smack dab into the parade. Of course, it took me a second to realize what was going on, because in this town, the Pride parade consists of a thousand utterly average and unremarkable looking people, three drags queens, one guy in chaps with his bare ass hanging out, a ( Read more... )

We have a lot of crows that live in my neighbourhood. Yesterday we walked out the front door and saw a crow on the front lawn, killing a mouse. I didn't realize that crows did that! I thought they were scavengers, not predators. But that mouse was writhing around alive, and then it stopped and was obviously dead. The crow dropped the corpse, and ( Read more... )

"Zidane put family honour before ad campaign ( Read more... )

Canadians killed in Lebanon.

Dad: I don't know the German [for hello].
Me: Guten tag.
Dad: Poontang!?

Ah, summer. A magical time of long evenings and the bright fleeting caress of sunshine. A time to renew one's connection with the land - walking barefoot on grass, swimming in the salty chill of the ocean. Even, say, picking stawberries in a relative's garden. What more picturesque an idyll than to find oneself among green plants, harvesting their ( Read more... )

Dear Getty Images,
When I search for "Italy World Cup" that means I want to look at pictures of the Italian men's national soccer team at this here World Cup thing that's going on. Okay? I just wanted to clear that up, because somehow your search monkeys seem to think that when I type "Italy" what I really mean is "France", which, I assure you, is ( Read more... )

Happy fiesta de San Fermin! aka. running of the bulls day in Pamplona ( Read more... )

The Portuguese back up keeper is named Quim.

Well, Jan Ullrich may be out of the Tour de France, but I'm sure he'll be glad to know that my mother thinks he has really great hair.