Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
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I’m a parent and I see right through this:
Big brother and little sister down in the rec room playing LC&TGoL together. You have a “Leap of Faith” which depends on one player leaping into oblivion and depending on the other player grappling him with her grappling hook and pulling him up. Which she starts to do…and looks like she’s going to do…then she drops him. Because it’s so funny. Big brother is sick to death of this level and if he has to look at it too much longer his head’s gonna explode, but little sister keeps dropping him because it’s the one time she can get back at him. And laughing about it.
What do you think happens?
My God…it really is true what I’ve been saying. VIDEO GAME DESIGNERS HATE PARENTS. Don’t know why. But after this it’s undeniable.
Five minutes…followed by shouting and yelling and screaming and crying…followed by “You two stop playing that game and go outside!” and “You’re banned from that game for a whole week now!”
Over and over and over again. It cannot play out any other way. Really think about it…how else could it go?
And they must know it too.
Wonder how I can get in on some of this fun? I’m getting down to the “If ya can’t lick ’em join ’em” stage with this thing. And heaven knows, I don’t feel a spirit of camaraderie with all the parents out there.
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