In "Life-Sized Blue Whale. "

That is so very cool. Though a little eerie, what with it opening with a huge fist-sized eye staring at you.

In "Zentai,"

This may reflect a little too much attention being paid on my part, but in the second link, my favourite photos are without a doubt the soulful, existential shots involving the jade plants and the "Le Penseur" poses. tres recherche.

In "Tourist George:"

[hi right back there, mct!]

I was going to recommend Hon's for cheap fabulous Chinese, but I've been doubly beaten to that and everything else, and now I just miss home. (except: the Museum of Anthropology at UBC is a nice visit, close to Wreck and walks in the Endowment Lands, depending on your preference)

In "Pimp My Snack"

I do understand why y'all aren't super-impressed here - particular ly the creme egg, which is a bit naff and isn't really a creme egg what with the yolk and white all pre-scrambled. Nonetheless: I am entirely enamoured of people who commit themselves to ridiculous projects for no reason but personal amusement. This reminds me of the Lego Suicides (not quite the same level of areal achievement, but I laughed). Bravo, random Brits. Plus, mades me nostalgic for Tescos (I have an odd love for grocery shopping in foreign countries; an insight into domestic life.)(I'm putting too much thought into this aren't I).

In "Sharon Stone's Safe Sex Tips"

She doesn't appear to be waiting to be asked, if that snippet was anything to go by. In her favour, if the Queen of the Damned leaned over the clearance rack with no preamble, handed me a condom, and said "don't be afraid to go oral", that might just push me into a life of celibacy. Maybe. Temporarily.

In "A Photographer and his Dog."

that is a fabulous piece - thank you for sharing. (Now I want a puppy.)

In ""Whatever you do, don't mention the War.""

The Dutch are ... weird about their football. This is the nation of Ajax, the "Jewish team", whose supporters tattoo themselves with the star of David, while claiming there is no religious significance. Their rivals (Feyenoord) in Rotterdam chant anti-Semitic slogans and throw gas masks onto the field while shouting "they forgot to gas you!" My point being only: distasteful, yes; but not terribly surprising.

In "Airplanes!"

very cool. I was trying to parse the geography of the traffic until I realised it only tracks US flights - suddenly the entire country jumped out.

In "Obscene interiors"

Brilliant. The elephant in the rooms - the odd silhouettes, some obtrusively naked - really add something special. I have to wonder - what makes these men think that their most adventageous position is spread-eagled on their grandmother's floral coverpane on the 4-poster bed? Really, very funny.

In ""

I would second Cooks Illustrated - their mind-blowingly anal approach to cooking is off-putting to some, but when they recommend a product, approach or recipe, you can't go wrong. Plus, the back cover is always pretty. If you were (are?) Canadian, I'd say Geist. Their maps are always fun. My favourite 'magazine' is Granta - more of a monthly book than a magazine, but there are always beautiful photographs and writing ranging from the unknown to Margaret Atwood and Paul Theroux.

In "I hate to say I told you so."

yep - moved, moved again, finished school, got a job, quit my job, moved again, back in school. but I'm back, baby. Well, when my wifi isn't been interrupted by wind storms.

din' your momma teach you it was rude to point? (you're supposed to wait until the person leaves the room)

from Plegmund's first link ... Mr. Moore, 43, of Scunthorpe (fellow rooting around ancient brothels to support his beet-as-aphrodisiac theory) was voted Sexiest Farmer in North England in 2003. I shudder to imagine the competion really - swimsuit contest, evening dress ...

In "We will, without fail, put a halt to your machinations, Katori Shintaro."

Where's my posse of Evil Army Minons with surreal smile face masks and hoodies? That is an excellent look. Great video.

In "San Francisco in Jello."

This is awesome. I am such a fan of devotion to ludicrous projects, and this scales new heights. Brilliant find.

In "Curious George: I Want Turquoise Highlights!"

I would say Chop Shop, with Michelle. Highly recommended.

In "Crack Squirrels."

how right Dr. Johnson was, London really does offer all that life can afford. Myself, I'd be more worried about coked out dive-bomb pigeons though.

In "Curious Six Degrees Name Dropping George."

I have a working relationship with Bert Fields, attack lawyer to the stars - he reps Tom, Brad, Matt Damon, Madonna and others. I haven't met them, but apparently Tom is just a really enthusiastic guy, and he really does love Katie. So I'm told. I'm also know Brian Burke, which connects me via one degree to people he refers to as "Wayne" and "Mario" (who count as celebrities to me). I also know Jean Chretien, again via work, and technically he could know my name, but has yet to remember it (I'm somewhat far down on the list of priority names, admittedly). I'm impressed by Leonard Cohen, he's so cool

In "The Flying Mobulas of the Sea of Cortez "

those photos are brilliant - otherwordly, alien looking creatures to be sure and very cool.

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