It’s nice to start the working week with some good news: the world’s most sleazy amnesiac, U.S. Attorney General Alberto Gonzales has resigned. Says the A-G, who’s stepping down on September 17th:
I have lived the American dream. Even my worst days as Attorney General have been better than my father’s best days.
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This comic gets bonus points for using the word “tessellate” in a down-to-earth, everyday context: the way Subway “sandwich artists” add cheese when making submarine sandwiches:
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This week, The Daily Show aired one of its best and most spot-on segments, America to the Rescue, a high-larious summary of 30 years of American foreign policy in the Middle East:
Can’t see the video? Click here.
(This article was cross-posted to Global Nerdy.)
Boing Boing points to the story of Blinky, the two-headed calf, who was euthanized yesterday.
My co-workers at Tucows and I couldn’t help but notice that Blinky bore a rather uncanny resemblance to our corporate logo:
(This was cross-posted to Global Nerdy.)
What’s a blog for, if not to toot one’s own horn, or at least the horn of the company for whom he is a spokesmodel?
Tucows, where I’ve worked for four years and where I hold the title of Technical Evangelist, is on Canadian Business’ 2007 “Tech [...]
I got this picture from my friend Miss Fipi Lele. It was originally titled Alderaan is a proper noun, assho — OPTIMUS! COOL IT WITH THE LUBE!:
Take a look at this building:
…and then this building:
Believe it or not, these buildings aren’t just in the same neighbourhood, they’re right beside each other. I took both photos on the same day, perhaps 15 seconds apart. Good landscaping and decent signage make a big difference.
(I really hate the [...]
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A couple of weeks back, the Ginger Ninja and I went to Cluck, Grunt and Low to see if Toronto finally got a barbecue place worth mentioning. I felt that the food could use a little work: the sauce — which comes courtesy of the highly-regarded [...]
Back in high school, after reading Space-Time and Beyond for the umpteenth time and drinking one too many zombies with my friend Henry, we came up with a theory:
In the infinite set of universes, there had to exist a particular universe in which the events in our lives were being watched as a TV show.
We then made a solemn vow to live the kind of life that got high ratings.
This is the continuation of that story.
