Because I am deep in the beginning of Another Glorious Book™ and unlikely to post coherently for a while, allow me to share some stuffs I need to get out of my head by getting it into yours.¹
For those who found Doomsday: BP Gulf Disaster frighteningly plausible (I did no research to debunk it because I didn’t want to think about it) io9 has debunked for you.
Tracking what you eat has never been easier–I am loving Fitday.com.
Imagine going out for a day on the water and capturing this on film. Do you even know what a basking shark is? Hint: it’s not JAWS. (warning for underwater camera)
Many people know about Creative Commons. Many don’t. If you produce or intend to produce creative works, it never hurts to check out the options.
General Relativity from a hot astrophysicist. Science is stimulating. The astrophysicist is taken. By whichever of us (who first found him) gets there first. 😉
Protesting the Hate. I would become a Twilight fan just to do this. I would learn to sing and dance for the Glee flash mob though I haven’t seen the show. I would dress up as Darth Vader in San Diego in July to do this. (I still like my idea–five hundred storm troopers surround them and when they part the “protesters” are gone and No One Saw a Thing.)
Defending Comic Sans–for some, it’s not a matter of cute, it’s a matter of easy to read. Make that–readable at all. I’ll be thinking about this when I next get to puttering with the site. (though I will go with something else, considering how strongly some feel about Comic Sans.)
Hope some of that brings you joy. I’m gonna run back to my book now.
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¹ No, I did not go hunting cool stuff to share. Yes, this is a selection of what I do when no one is poking me to work. Perhaps I need more poking.
*pokes*
*tackleglomps!*
*hugs*
Ack! *flomps* *looks guilty and gets back to Kolya*
I am so glad the methane thing was exaggerated. Death by giant oil company fart is not my preferred way of going.
*dies laughing, which IS her preferred way, right after “suffocated by the love of fifty cabana boys” *