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[cleolinda]

Today's weather forecast on Yahoo Weather (12:54 pm):

High: 38
Low: 37
Current: 35

Wha?

VP Accident Tale Filled With Discrepancies. O rly. Ya rly: far from "zero drinking," there was, in fact, beer. Which... well, when you put it that way, doesn't sound all that awful. But then, I didn't think lying about a blowjob was so terrible, either. Clearly I'm not cut out for this politics thing.

From suenosdejmi: "There's a website, www.invisiblechildren.com, which is of a non-profit that is working to help children in Northern Uganda. There's groups of people travelling the country showing this documentary film about these kids, and the war, & their lives there...it's all really powerful stuff.  I feel really compelled to help, but there's not too much to be done, you know?  If you could just help me spread the word about this website, there's all sorts of information there about the cause & the mission. Thanks!!"

Isaac Mizrahi Defends Red-Carpet Behavior. Except he doesn't so much "defend" it as defy all critics, promising more of the same (most famously, he grabbed Scarlett Johansson's breast and squeezed, like, three times). I would give my eyeteeth to see some starlet mace him on the red carpet come Oscar night.

Co. Hopes to Market Kid Rock, Stapp Tape. But I thought assisted suicide was illegal...?

Apple Hackers Encounter a Poetic Warning.

Nick Lachey files for spousal support. And jewelry. No word on who gets custody of the boobs.

NBC goes after You Tube. That's right! How dare you make "Lazy Sunday" a cultural zeitgeist! It was particularly cruel, how you revived the show's flagging ratings! And the way you updated the video with "We know how popular that video is but YouTube respects the rights of copyright holders. You can still watch SNL's Lazy Sunday video for free on NBC's website"? Reprehensible.

Michael Jackson has a Katrina song. God help us all.

redrum! redrum!

Words you never expect to see in a cookbook, no matter how old it is: To make the Brain Cakes.

Franz Ferdinand cover of Gwen Stefani's "What You Waiting For." Right-hand side, near the bottom, go!

Sonic teenager repellent. There's a fifteen-year-old in me that's totally indignant. There's also a twenty-seven-year-old who hopes the man who came up with this becomes so rich.

Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog ("Top X searches in myne networke: 10. John Gowere swyving a donkey").

Comments

Thanks!

[suenosdejmi.livejournal.com]

Hey Cleo, thanks for spreadin' the word! *hugs*

[whiski_sour]

Well, of course there was beer. There's supposed to be. It's a hunting trip. You don't take along your Starbucks coffee, even if you are hunting quail.

Honestly.

[lotusbiosm.livejournal.com]

I think Nick Lachey's entitled to money. I think the entire nation is for putting up with Jessica Simpson. He's just entitled to more.

[pigsnicket.livejournal.com]

That Chaucer blog made my life. My nerdy medievalist-ness made me send the link to everyone I know. HEE!

That Franz Ferdinand cover is also pretty awesome.

[foresthouse.livejournal.com]

I sent it to my mother the English teacher. :)

[lilgoala.livejournal.com]

Nick Lachey is a douche. Also?

"After three years of marriage, and careful thought and consideration, we have decided to part ways," the couple said. "This is the mutual decision of two people with an enormous amount of respect and admiration for each other. We hope that you respect our privacy during this difficult time."

Isn't that what Jen and Brad said when they split? Like, verbatim? Is there a copy-paste "official statement" re: divorce or something?

You know what's funny? I don't watch the news anymore. I get all my must-know info from Cleo. xD

[bacardibreezer7.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to say, as an NGO worker, thank you for posting the Invisible Children website.

[edda.livejournal.com]

And here I thought Isaac Mizrahi was such a nice guy, or at least moderately sane. Oh, well...

I'd like brain cakes, myself. My great-grandma used to scramble prok brains with eggs. Organ meats were the run of the day because when you killed an animal, you used the whole thing because nobody could afford to waste anything. Personally, I haven't had pig's feet or chitlins yet, but I intend to before I die.

Oh, Dick Cheney, you crazy frat boy, you.

And, because I am five:

Geoffrey Chaucer hath a blog, E-I-E-I-O!

[edda.livejournal.com]

PORK brains. Pork brains that was. "Prok" is, of course, the other other white meat.

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

Hee. I actually saw several recipes for brains, and since I'm strictly a Meats That Came from the Grocery Store girl, I was fairly horrified (my head started to ache in a really weird way, I noticed). What I liked about that recipe in particular was just the syntax--"To make the brain cakes." Like, you know, THE brain cakes. How could you not know about THE brain cakes? Tscha!

[foresthouse.livejournal.com]

I like how you have to skin the brains.

SKIN the brains???

[anthon1.livejournal.com]

A friend of mine was apparently on the receiving end of one of those recently...

[zrath.livejournal.com]

With my luck, that teenager repellent will work on me too.
I have sensitive ears and I never owned anything by Nintendo because all their early systems
had freaky sound chips that made these brain-drilling high-pitched whines that only I could hear.
The NES, the GameBoy, and the SNES were confirmed culprits.
Blargh...


"Working in his bedroom in Merthyr Tydfil, and using his four children as guinea pigs,
(Howard Stapleton) came up with a prototype of his device and asked the local shop to test it."

Merthyr Tydfil? Ain't that a town somewhere in Middle-Earth?

[foresthouse.livejournal.com]

I'd give my eyeteeth for that too. Even though I'm not entirely sure what eyeteeth are.

That cookbook? O_o EEP.

I like how that guy used his kids as guinea pigs for the box. The 15-yr-old in me is indignant as well. The lawyer in me can't help but wonder if these kids could sue somebody about the obnoxious noise...

I think I'm going to have to start using BATJG from Chaucer's Blog to describe people I don't like.