The first time I had a computer prank pulled on me was by my 7 year old nephew who hid all the icons on my Windows 3.1 desktop. It backfired a little bit because I became much more likely to say, “why, no I don’t think you can use my computer” for a few days after that.
Hopefully, he’ll read this list — The 25 Best high-Tech Pranks – and convert them use on a Mac if possible and drive his mother an itty bit closer to the edge. She’s so far back from it right now that I can hardly see her.
via TigerHawk
Callimachus at Done With Mirrors has posted a group of photos belonging to his uncle from Omaha Beach. It’s one of the nicest tributes I’ve read.
The poor child who is about to file his first income taxes.
I’m An Adult Now
Done With Mirrors explains exactly what John McCain may, or may not, have meant if he did indeed describe his wife using certain words. If I can be any less clear, please let me know. I do strive.
Eric, at The Fire Ant Gazette, is grasping at a higher standard of incompetence.
At the G Spot you can get your daily dose of Dolly Parton. She is an amazing talent with a unique voice.
I’ve not had the creative urge lately, as you can probably tell. Oh well. I’m going to resort to linking those who have.
Sing for Obama
We will be punished
You vote what you eat, unless the recipe was stolen
Moo-woo
New Gasoline Pricing System
Why He’s Bitter
Like many who heard it, I was powerfully impressed by Barack Obama’s speech in Philadelphia this week. But I found the speech unsatisfying, because it all but ignores the issue that is central to racial division in twenty-first-century America: crime and criminal punishment.
Read this. The whole thing. A discriminatory justice system and the underpunishment of violent crime should be quite easily and relatively cheaply fixed.
I’ve been visiting my granddaughter and thought I would post some while there… but I forgot my login and password. oops.
More tomorrow. I’m exhausted now.
I’m going to give this blogging thing another go after neglecting Pajama Pundits for so long. That name is so 2004, ya know?
