News from Wisconsin... tomorrow the protesters are bring vuvuzelas.

Oh man. That's...hardcore. Vicious.

>News from Wisconsin... tomorrow the protesters are bring vuvuzelas.

Oh man. That's...hardcore. Vicious.

Only vicious if they bring vuvuzelas not just tomorrow,but Monday.

Dear Upstair Neighbor

I under stand you have two young children who, apparently, like to jump everywhere instead of walk. It is 10:30 at night. What the heck. The thudding and bumping is ridiculous.

No Love, Me

I have had a few different people occupy the upstairs apartment in the 2.5 years I have lived here. This is the first family I have wanted to confront.

Oh nice, now it sounds like they are running laps.

Things finally calmed down upstairs, so I decided it was safe to go to bed. The kid's bedroom must be above mine. More thudding and I can hear the dad saying something.

I've never had a problem like this before with apartment neighbors. I don't want to be confrontational, but yikes.

That's annoying, SuziQ. I lived below a family with small children for a year once. We use to hear a loud thud, the sound of something rolling, and then a baby crying. Over and over. We called it "bowling for babies."

We use to hear a loud thud, the sound of something rolling, and then a baby crying. Over and over.

Testing the theory of gravity and/or whether Paul or Jamie Buchman is right about the floor having that slant, the child drops her/his bottle; it rolls, simultaneously providing data supporting both Jamie and Newton's hypotheses. Sadly the child then realizes his/her arms are not long enough to reach the bottle and must fetch the tall lab assistant to retrieve it for purposes of making that pesky hunger sensation go away. However, because both good science and the neurological development of babies require repetition, it has to start over again soon.

Timelies all!

The gig went well, even if schedule slip meant we danced for a half-hour rather than the hour initially scheduled.(Hey, we'll get paid the same, so no problems.)

Tonight we go to see Beth Patterson, our favorite blonde bouzouki babe, in concert.

Officer Rescues Ducklings

When Florida Police Officer Glenn Eppler came upon a group of ducklings in danger he didn’t just keep driving. He stopped traffic and saved the ducklings.

“This job, you never know what you’re going to see,” Eppler tells WINK News. “I saw the baby ducks and thought of my daughter. She loves ducks. She’s ten and I could hear her in my ear saying, ‘get out and save those ducks.’”

The Officer’s dash-cam caught the whole thing on tape.

Catching ducklings is no easy task. Lucky for the Officer a witness joined in and helped.

Tonight, Rahm Emanuel was in the audience.

That's great, aurelia.

It's snowy outside, and I just had a big breakfast out, and now I'm hoping three hours will be enough time to lounge around before I have to head out to go to a gospel music concert with my parents this afternoon... It had better be enough time, but man, do I feel lazy right now.

Oh! I just realized what half of my problem is -- this morning, I appeared to be having some kind of allergic reaction, which showed up as weird splotches on my face, so I took a loratadine, the only antihistamine handy. Which may or may not have done anything about the splotches, but made me seriously drowsy.