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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
If only it was fog, JZ.
If I could bundle up the fog and pass it your way, I would. We had smoky haze yesterday, but this is definitely foggy-fog-fog blowing in from the ocean, with November levels of cold and that unpleasant damp that goes right to your bones.
Special extravaganza-action there, including NASA/JPL robots!
Cool! But I feel kinda sad for the Phoenix lander now, all alone up there with its asparagus plot and its twitter client while the rest of the gang gets to go out to the movies.
Ducking in under the wire to wish JZ a happy birthday.
My team, the Royals, are actually not the worst team in baseball. They are not even the worst team in the AL. This year is looking up. If only they could be in the NL West.
Every time we look at all the standings for all the teams, we think about you and Susan and your plucky but flailing teams, and we've been noticing and cheering for the Royals' modest improvement this year.
(And feeling really, really bad for Susan every time the Mariners fall down. We have our strong local loyalties but it's no fun to have other Buffistas feeling actively lousy about their teams.)
They are not even the worst team in the AL.
That is because my team is the worst in the AL. My mighty Mariners, how low you have fallen.
cereal: Look at me being a sap, and I haven't even seen the movie yet. It's going to kill me, isn't it?
This is interesting: a look at Chicago's top ten sculptures.
From one of the slides:
This 21st Century equivalent of a grand ceremonial arch or gate to an ancient city additionally reflects the heavens and some of Chicago's important architectural legacy. (The work is popularly--and foolishly--nicknamed the Bean.)
No, not "foolishly". 'Cuz that's what it looks like. A giant silver bean.
Everyone tell your favorite fog stories!
Mine was when I was 16, and my sister, mom and I were vacationing in Maine. We drove up to Quaddy Head State Park, the easternmost point of the US, just to say we'd been there, and had the most atmospheric, awesome beach experience I've ever had. It was so foggy you couldn't see 15 feet in front of you, so there was almost no one else there, and we strolled along the beach, listening to the seals barking on a vaguely-seen outcrop of rock several yards away. Add to that the occasional blare of the lighthouse foghorn and flare of its light, and it was just so cool!
Everyone tell your favorite fog stories!
Once I was visiting a lighthouse, and it was really foggy, and the sound of the foghorn called some giant prehistoric creature out of the deep - apparently it thought the foghorn was a mating call.
Wait, that was a Ray Bradbury story.
No, not "foolishly". 'Cuz that's what it looks like. A giant silver bean.
Yeah, those are some great statues, and it's always good to call attention to them, but I'm unimpressed with the photography and the commentary they've attached. You can do better, Tribune.