Those are pretty cool.

But what is up with those web pages? I can't close them (in Firefox).

Ah, finally. Firefox was acting as if it was semi-locked up until I got those pages closed.

Only two hours left of school. I am for some reason ridiculously tired. Send awakeness!

I don't really have any of that to send today. I wish you awakeness instead.

Congrats lisah!

The Rush Apology Generator

Hey, did we know it's National Grammar Day?

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I have discovered the most wonderful place on the interwebs.

Anyway, I challenge that assertion, with this: Mobius music strip plays on … and on …

It's a familiar tune played upside-down and backwards, and then just backwards, and then upside-down and backwards again. Over and over, forever.

In absolutely no connection to anything else, I was picturing Obama's reaction to Limbaugh's asinine demand that Obama debate him. I imagined Obama in the Oval Office as someone presented him with that, and I pictured his look of bafflement: "No, why would I debate a talk show host?" "They'll want to know why." "Tell them no." "But why not?" "Look, I'm the President, and I've got work to do."

And a weird little chill of delight went down my spine at the idea of Obama saying "I'm the President," just like all those other guys. Yeah, it's taken this long for it to sink in on me that, yeah, it's real, he's in, he's the man in the picture frame in all the U.S. government office buildings around the world.

And now I'm delighting myself with thinking of all the non-white people going into U.S. office buildings in foreign countries and seeing Obama's face on the wall.

Hee - greenscreen fail.

Hee - greenscreen fail.

OMG My dad would LOVE that tie (if it really existed).

Listing!

Penthouse unit! heh

Listing!

Dude. Boy really likes you.

That's a great tie!

I want to move to Iceland. Or maybe I would if they hadn't gone bankrupt.

From Vanity Fair: Wall Street on the Tundra

Alcoa, the biggest aluminum company in the country, encountered two problems peculiar to Iceland when, in 2004, it set about erecting its giant smelting plant. The first was the so-called “hidden people”—or, to put it more plainly, elves—in whom some large number of Icelanders, steeped long and thoroughly in their rich folkloric culture, sincerely believe. Before Alcoa could build its smelter it had to defer to a government expert to scour the enclosed plant site and certify that no elves were on or under it. It was a delicate corporate situation, an Alcoa spokesman told me, because they had to pay hard cash to declare the site elf-free but, as he put it, “we couldn’t as a company be in a position of acknowledging the existence of hidden people.” ...

Back away from the Icelandic economy and you can’t help but notice something really strange about it: the people have cultivated themselves to the point where they are unsuited for the work available to them. All these exquisitely schooled, sophisticated people, each and every one of whom feels special, are presented with two mainly horrible ways to earn a living: trawler fishing and aluminum smelting. There are, of course, a few jobs in Iceland that any refined, educated person might like to do. Certifying the nonexistence of elves, for instance. (“This will take at least six months—it can be very tricky.”) But not nearly so many as the place needs, given its talent for turning cod into Ph.D.’s. At the dawn of the 21st century, Icelanders were still waiting for some task more suited to their filigreed minds to turn up inside their economy so they might do it.

Enter investment banking.

The whole thing is interesting (what I've read, anyway) but I just had to post the elf part....