We were driving through San Anselmo this morning on our way back to LA from Stinson Beach, and I saw a sign that said:
Behar
Water Board
I have to confess that my immediate thought was “Waterboard Joy Behar? Someone after my own heart.” But after seeing several more of them, and realizing that this was the heart of Marin County (where she’s probably a heroine), I finally figured out that someone (else) named Behar was running for the board that oversees local water issues.
There is something very strange going on here. I think that it’s probably a result of the increasing secularization of British (and European) society, in which the traditional religions have made themselves increasingly irrelevant.
[Update a few minutes later]
Mohammed (in its various spellings) is now the most popular boy’s name in Britain.
Uh oh.
This is a pretty weird story. Was a time traveller captured on film in 1928?
Just for the record, I think that the UN is about the last entity that I’d like to have that job.
And yes, per comments, it is pointless to ask someone how long it would take the Shuttle to get to the nearest star. I would have no idea how to go about answering that question with anything but a “forever.” As other commenters said, it’s like asking how long it would take to get to the moon with a bicycle, or a submarine.
[Via Alan K. Henderson]
[Update a few minutes later]
More thoughts from Kevin Williamson:
I do not propose to test the hypothesis that it would take 5,000 times the recreational dosage to overdose on marijuana, but I would like to know how much bazooka one has to smoke before deciding to appoint a UN representative to alien civilizations. Is there data on that?
I’m not sure I want to know the answer.
[Update mid afternoon]
Even more thoughts from Claudia Rossett:
…if the Malaysian head of OOSA ends up doubling as a UN envoy tasked with crafting a program for representing the “sensitivities” of all mankind to aliens, it would be nothing more than normal UN procedure should she end up huddling with Talebzadeh, head of the Iranian space agency, to draft a plan for the planet. That might be less worrisome were Malaysia and Iran a tad less cozy these days — but as it is, Malaysia was one of the three countries which last November at the UNs International Atomic Energy Agency in Vienna voted against rebuking Iran over its sanctions-busting nuclear program.
Just a coinkydinky, I’m sure.
A Montana woman fought off a bear attack with a zucchini.
Guess there were no bananas handy.
I’m from the Midwest:
According to a new survey from Men’s Health, the Midwest is best at having sex.
Of course, I’m from the upper Midwest, which just makes it that much better. And I think this explains the higher procurement of marital aids by those coasters. Not to mention that they’re mostly Democrats.
This is just wrong:
The Bobcat first went after Brutus as the OSU mascot led the Buckeyes onto the field for the game.
Moments later, the Bobcat mascot climbed on the back of Ohio State’s mascot and rode him to the ground. The two then tussled in the end zone while fans booed.
Two thoughts. No, three.
First, it’s amusing that the only way to instill any fear in the enemy of a team mascot that is basically a tree nut is to name it “Brutus.”
Second, it should be beneath the dignity of a carnivore like a bobcat to even bother with said tree nut, let alone wrestle with it.
Third, you’d never see a wolverine do anything like that.
…meet dentistry. What would we do without Youtube?
My fortune at the place I ate in Chinatown tonight said: “You display the wonderful traits of charm and courtesy.”
It turns out that the flight attendant who went nuts on the Jet Blue flight was gay.
I know you’re all as shocked as I am. Who ever heard of such a thing?
It reminds me of a piece that Mark Steyn wrote years ago, in which he noted that if you wanted to see the worst-dressed gay men in America, to take an airplane ride.