That’s the strangest headline of the day, courtesy of the BBC:
Men in parts of Tanzania’s main city, Dar es Salaam, are living in fear of a night-time sex attacker.
A BBC correspondent says the attacks are being blamed by some on a demon called “Popo Bawa” meaning winged bat.
Some men are staying awake or sleeping in groups outside their homes. Others are smearing themselves with pig’s oil, believing this repels attacks.
Well, all righty then.
[via How Now Brown Pau] Tequila + testosterone + lightsabers = trouble [video, typical college kid swearing]. “A bit Forced,” says Paulo, but it made me smirk.
I’ve fended off a mugger while travelling once, with a little help from the accordion (See the December 31, 1999 section), but I have to salute the 70-year-old tourist who killed a 20-year-old mugger — who had two buddies armed with knives — in Costa Rica with his bare hands with a filet mignon on a flaming sword.
Yes, I think it’s a shame that the mugger died, but the old guy was well within his rights to defend himself. If I ever end up in a similar fix, I hope I have the wit, wherewithal and the courage that he did. At the very least, I’d like to be in his shape at 70.
I’ve been running into the misspelling “definately” more and more. That’s why I’m glad that someone finally set up a web site that explains that the word is spelled “D-E-F-I-N-I-T-E-L-Y”. You know, from the same root word as “define”.
The only thing scarier than seeing famous Open Source spokesgeek Eric S. Raymond in mid-make-out…
…is seeing Steve Jobs and Bill Gates just prior to making out!
Where can you find these images? On Global Nerdy, the tech blog I run with my pal George! Check it out! End of exclamation marks!
As long as we’re having unseasonably cold temperatures, could I have one these, please?
Photo from Miss Fipi Lele. Click to see at full size.
Throwing the horns at Queen’s Park, May 1999, on the first day I took the accordion out on the street.
While waiting to pick up my sister and her family at Pearson’s Terminal 1 last night (and oh yes, is Terminal 1 so much nicer than the skank-o-riffic Terminal 2), I noticed a young woman holding up a sign right by the doors leading to the baggage claim area. This wasn’t noticeable in itself. There are always a half-dozen or so folks with signs like that; some with names of people, others with names of tour groups.
What made this woman’s sign unusual was the name on it: Paul Stanley.
The KISS guitarist? I thought. Of course that would be the first thing that came to my mind. I’m a former solider in the KISS Army (I filled out a form at the age of 10 and got a small kit including some stickers and buttons plus an announcement of their upcoming movie, Kiss Meets the Phantom of the Park.)
Ten minutes later, Paul Stanley emerged from baggage claim. He was actually looking good — pretty healthy, wearing a black blazer, black shirt, black scarf, jeans and dress shoes. He looked more like an architect (of either buildings or software) or ad exec than a rock star, and nobody seemd to know who he was.
Naturally, I “threw the horns” at him with a silent nod and a smile, and got a nod and smile back. Then, the young woman walked off with him, presumably to a waiting limo.
Welcome back to Accordion City, Paul.
Accordion vs. Rock Star An entry in which I encounter various rock stars, armed with my accordion. Hilarity ensues.
