If your computer is blocking the wingnuttery from reaching you, I'm not sure dystopia is the word you want.

Just saw this. Not worried about missing the wingnuttery. But I've read "With Folded Hands" too many times not to worry about what else the computer may decide is bad for me.

You know, there's really nothing that says "WAKE UP NOW" quite like having a 21 pound cat try to lick your eyeball.

You know, there's really nothing that says "WAKE UP NOW" quite like having a 21 pound cat try to lick your eyeball.

Are you using those catnip eye drops again?

oops.

Classic: my voicemail at work is suddenly not recognizing my access code, so I have a message I can't get at. I'm pretty sure the voicemail is from my coworker who's coming in from out of town. But I apparently only have her cellphone number in my cellphone, and my cellphone is apparently sitting in my living room at the moment. Awesome.

That sucks.

I apparently didn't turn my alarm on last night. Whoops. Luckily, the cat's shot was only 15 minutes late.

Jesse, can you get at your phonemail records from online? Generally the monthly summary of all calls shows what numbers were called and for how long.

The festival is regularly marred by casualties caused by sharp kite strings or celebratory gunshots fired into the air.

QI talked about this! They referred to it as "a sport that's so dangerous it's banned every day of the year but one."

I don't know what you mean. What's not to like? Custard? Good. Jam? Good. Meat? Gooood.

It tastes like feet!

On Ellen Degeneres's show today, she's showing her tambourine injury! I'm starting to think that tambourines should come with more warnings.

Bwah! I totally squee'd when she was tossed the tambourine on Sunday.

She had to ice it during the Oscars!

I watched yesterday's Ellen last night, too. That was fun, and awww, so sweet. I need to Tivo her more often.