In "Furious George. "

That monkey had a knife!

In "A short refresher course in the art of the snorgle"

I snorgle a 5-lb Chihuahua called Ariel in the belly daily. I warn her. She's always in her daddy's left arm. I say "Snorgle," and go in, gently.

In "New species of hooked-leg spider found in Oregon cave"

I got back from a week in the semi-hinterlands of Sonoma County last week, and my partner, who had remained in L.A., told me he'd been draped by spiders while walking down the street. We have beautiful trees in this neighborhood, and there are lots of cockroaches and squirrels and crickets, and some possums and raccoons, but spiders coming down from the trees? Then last night I took our dogs out for their midnight walk, and Otto started chasing something. He loved the acorns up in Guerneville, so I thought he'd found something similar in our urban street. NO! I looked down, and he was chasing manymany white spiders. Which has nothing to do with BlueHorse's post. Except: spiders.

In "The story behind the world's oldest museum, built by a Babylonian princess 2,500 years ago."

It quickly dawned on Woolley that this might actually be an ancient museum, the 6th century BCE equivalent of the sorts of institutions that were now sponsoring him. Great link! Thank you, homunculus.

In "24 hours of minutes"

Unemployed people have time for this. And even then, I didn't make it.

In "Arnold Schwarzenegger is gay ..."

Blue Horse - what? This has to do with civil rights. Nothing to do with agendas or homosexual or "calling it marriage" or siblings. Siblings? I'm sorry I don't understand what you're talking about.

In "Fear itself."

I never did see Snakes On A Plane. My (then new) fella and I saw it, together, on one of our first dates, at Grauman's Chinese Theater on Hollywood Blvd. I'd never been there before, though I grew up in a beach town just west and had driven past it a hundred times in punk rock days. It was a romantic date, because the fella was very shy. By goofing on the silliness of the footprints in the front of the theater, and the lousiness of the movie we actually paid money to see, we loosened up. We giggled our way thru it, agreed that it wasn't worth the money, ran away past the tourists, and came home (I lived nearby; now we live nearby together) to cook and eat and kiss and more. We've never felt compelled to watch it again, tho. We love goofy - we have toothless Chihuahuas! - but that movie was really bad.

In "I propose a game."

"145 punk" led me to some bogus piece-of-shit website featuring unclad chicks. "145 punk street" led me here, which is sweet as candy, and welcoming as can be.

It doesn't have much to do with the number 144, but here's No.144: elk kissing. I've never seen elk kissing before.

In "Put down that Nalgene!"

A librarian I worked with in 2000 told me never to microwave food in plastic containers, and as she was a reasonable person I took her word for it. She reached this conclusion after her mother had a form of cancer and she learned what plastics can do to a person. I don't know that she determined BPA had a thing to do with her mother's cancer. Around the same time, I bought a house. The house was old, but the carpet was new. When I moved in, I started feeling sick. I don't know that the chemicals involved with the carpet made me sick, but after I did some research (not as easy in 2000 as now) I ripped it out, and breathed easier.

In "It flies, it drives."

My goodness, what a boy-boy-boy-fellow-fellow-boy-boy that pretty ad was.

In "I propose a game."

If you like Tom & Jerry, you can download 140 episodes here. I think. Or maybe just get #140: "Of feline bondage" - Mel Blanc, Chuck Jones and all, here.

The Amazing Spider-Man #139: "Your time is UP, wall-crawler! This is the day of the grizzly!"

In "This Is Alabama; We Speak English"

I've been able to navigate roads in Germany, France, Spain, Italy and Mexico without speaking more than basic French or Spanish (and no German or Italian, really). Did so very well, too, using locally-produced maps. I wouldn't expect to do that well in Russia or China, but Alabama, for those the legislator is obviously scared of, is not Russia or China. Yep, it's another hurdle in the you-don't-belong-here-even-tho-we-love-the-depressed-food-prices-your-tiny-wages-afford-us race.

In "I propose a game."

Dr. Ow tells how s/he built a Gibson ES 135 guitar.

In "The Economy is Sexy"

I heard a senator interviewed on this topic today. He hadn't heard the story (neither had I). He said so, then got silent for a second, then chuckled. "Well, that sorta illustrates what the Bush Administration was about." [Am paraphrasing, but am also giving the gist and the spirit.] He went on to give a metaphor about watching porn and deregulation, but his point was made. Sen. Sanders from Vermont, I think.

In "I propose a game."

"In approximately 132 C.E., Hadrian began to establish a city in Jerusalem called Aelia Capitolina, the name being a combination of his own name and that of the Roman god Jupiter Capitolinus. He started to build a temple to Jupiter in place of the Jewish Holy Temple. As long as Hadrian remained near Judea, the Jews stayed relatively quiet. When he left in 132, the Jews began their rebellion on a large scale. They seized towns and fortified them with walls and subterranean passages." [I loved Marguerite Yourcenar's Memoirs of Hadrian, and finding this fact makes me want to read it again (and also read more of ancient, particularly Jewish, history. Where to start?]

Prime Curios, as usual, has tons of information about the number 131, which isn't just prime but is a palindromic prime. And each integer is prime! The Op. 131 Quartet in C# minor was the last large-scale piece written by Beethoven. Composed between 1825 and 1826, the Quartet in C# minor, Op. 131, is considered to be Beethoven's defining quartet. [Source: http://www.lvbeethoven.com/Oeuvres_Presentation/Presentation-StringQuartet-14-Opus131.html] I don't recognize it at all. It sounds tough for sting players to manage - any string players out there want to disabuse me of that?

"It was quite surreal to be honest, about 130 clowns walking around a conference centre, it was a bit like a weird dream." I enjoyed looking at the registration page of the Clowns International Circus Circus, and regret that a picture of Clown Bluey isn't available.

In April 1963, the USS Thresher, a state-of-the-art submarine, dove off the coast of Massachusetts and never returned. It took 129 men down with it, and their bodies were never recovered. "In company with Skylark (ASR-20), Thresher put to sea on 10 April 1963 for deep-diving exercises. In addition to her 16 officers and 96 enlisted men, the submarine carried 17 civilian technicians to observe her performance during the deep-diving tests. Fifteen minutes after reaching her assigned test depth, the submarine communicated with Skylark by underwater telephone, apprizing the submarine rescue ship of difficulties. Garbled transmissions indicated that--far below the surface--things were going wrong. Suddenly, listeners in Skylark heard a noise 'like air rushing into an air tank'- then, silence." "The ill-fated USS Thresher (SSN-593) and her crew did not suffer in vain. Out of that terror and the lessons learned grew the SubSafe Program. Through this program, every submarine in the US Fleet, every pressure hull integrity-related system aboard those subs, and every pressure-related part within those systems must be certified as being 100% safe for use on a submarine." Sources: http://www.history.navy.mil/danfs/t/thresher.htm
http://www.fas.org/programs/ssp/man/uswpns/navy/submarines/ssn594_permit.html

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