Jars doesn't live in London, but I think is there visiting at the moment; her Facebook status mentioned snow last night.

Jars doesn't live in London, but I think is there visiting at the moment; her Facebook status mentioned snow last night.

I know it was snowing in Bristol AND Kent so it looks like the UK is getting pounded with snow.

Olivia and I are having leftover birthday cake for breakfast.

The Fulton Skyhook

Remember the Skyhook that Batman used to get off that skyscraper in Hong Kong? It really was developed by the CIA.

The first tests of the pickup only used weights attached to the other end of the line, but this was enough to secure a contract from the Office of Naval Research after being referred there by an interested CIA agent. Futon continued the development, eventually finding a stronger cable, and moving from using simple weights to dummies, and eventually a pig. The pig survived the test, even after it began to spin out of control while it flew through the air at 125 mph. Once the pig had its feet on the ground and regained its orientation, it began to attack the crew.

Heh.

iPhone saves guy from getting a ticket.

Once the pig had its feet on the ground and regained its orientation, it began to attack the crew.

Hahahaha! Smart pig.

From RatherGood.com ("We love the moon!"), LOLcats now have their own theme song (and video): Lolcats

Like a car crash, you can't look away....

Put a puppy in your pipe and smoke it!

Smoking puppies is wrong! And no one should do it, EVER! t /Tick

LOLcats now have their own theme song

"I haz a musik!"

I just got a call from a vendor saying thery couldn't get an answer for me because their London office is closed for snow, so I guess it is true. weather.com only tells me they have light snow today.

I didn't even have a bad morning, but I could do without Monday.

"I haz a musik!"

Meanwhile, Robert Smith is saying, "Oh noes! They haz my musiks! I can haz lawsuit?"

And then the LOLcat says, "Supreme cats sez I can haz parodiez!"

Vulture World

A few weeks ago, I spent a surprisingly pleasant morning watching vultures in the "Birds of Prey" section of the Bronx Zoo in New York City. The birds, juvenile females named Patsy and Dolly, were calm and curious, dropping down to the front of the cage every time someone stopped. When lunch came, they used their big, flat feet to steady packages of recently thawed rat carcasses as they undid them with their hooked bills. (Zookeepers wrap the dead rats in paper, tightly tied with string, to make the dining process more interesting.)

When the hyper-intelligent aliens arrive and put us all in their zoos, they'll explain the human-feeding process: "We wrap the dead pigs in spandex and fiberglass, to make the dining process more interesting."