This one just tickles me no end. (NSFW)
WoW lulz
Why I Love My Honda Fit, #1:
Great gas mileage.
I keep a little log book in my car; when I fill up the tank I note the mileage and gallons. Since I got the car, the mileage between fillups has varied from 23 to 34 mpg; the average is 29.
When I drove the van, I filled up the car about once a week. It was usually over $40 (creeping up towards $50 by the time the van cacked it).
I still fill up the car about once a week; now it’s usually just over $25.
I loves me some fuel economy, yes I do.
Not As Gullible As I Thought I Was
Sometimes, as I go near a streetlight, it goes out. I joke with family and friends that I must be giving off some weird electromagnetic field or something. My husband says that his light bulbs burn out much faster since he married me.
Apparently, I am experiencing a paranormal phenomenon. I’ll pause while you go tell all your friends you know me.
Seems the moonbat crowd has termed this occurence “Street Light Interference,” or SLI. People who experience it are, of course, referred to as “SLIders.” Catchy, no?
Well, no. I notice streetlights going out because I’ve got the attention span of a gnat, and am easily distracted by movement, shiny objects, or flashing lights. I don’t notice the hundreds, nay, thousands of streetlights that quietly continue to shine, because that’s what they’re supposed to do. Our light bulbs burn out faster because there are four of us turning the damn things off and on all the time (mostly on), which uses ‘em up faster than one person living alone. In short, there is nothing paranormal—there isn’t even a phenomenon, unless you count the human tendency to perceive patterns in randomness.
Angry Professor teaches a class in critical thinking at her university. Wouldn’t it be great if such a course were required for graduation from high school? And I thought I was gullible.
Hear That?
That noise you hear is the sound of my mind, boggling.
alt="Get Adobe Flash player" />
Where’s My New Cat, Dammit?
My last cat, Phurball, died two years ago. I’ve had no cat since. I have to go over to Romilly‘s house to get my cat fix.
Many times I’ve thought of scoping out the animal shelter for a new cat, but I haven’t done so. Although I’ve lived with cats all my life, I’ve never sought one out—they just show up on the doorstep, by one means or another. I’ve told the tale of how Phurball came to live with me. So the idea of going to the shelter never really came to fruition, because I keep waiting for my next cat to show up on my doorstep. So far, no cat.
Well, that’s not entirely true. There is a cat who’s taken up residence around our house. He’s a big black-and-white tomcat, whom I’ve chased off in the past when I saw him stalking Phurball. Now that Phurball is gone, there’s no reason to shoo him off, and he appears to have staked out my house as part of his territory. I see other cats from time to time, but this guy always drives them off. I’m pretty sure he’s a feral cat; he’s a rather scruffy-looking character.
I mentioned all of this to my husband one evening. “Maybe that’s why my next cat hasn’t shown up yet,” I finished. “Maybe this cat is chasing it away.”
My husband has been willing to have a cat for my sake, but has never been wildly enthusiastic about it. “Maybe this cat is my representative in the matter,” he pointed out.
Yesterday when I came home the cat was sunning himself on the sidewalk. I noticed that he no longer runs away as soon as I come out the door, and now allows me to pass by fairly close to him without fleeing. A thought occurred to me: Maybe this is my next cat. It’s just the kind of cat my husband would like: one that never comes indoors.
Random Burblings
As the Alpha Geek was getting dressed, I flopped on the bed and started chattering at him. Because what’s the point of being married to someone if you can’t inflict some mild torture on them once in a while?
“I ate an apple for breakfast—
Well, I started to eat the apple, but it was all rotten inside.
It looked okay, but then I took a bite and it was all black and sour and nasty.
…so I spit it out.
Isn’t it weird how something can look fine on the outside and then be all horrible on the inside?
Is that, like, a metaphor for people?”
Right about here I glanced over to see him looking at me like this: o_O
Appropos of nothing, this afternoon when I took the trash down to the street, there was a rabbit on the sidewalk cropping grass. He’d freeze whenever I passed by, but I purposely passed on the far side of the driveway and didn’t pay him any mind, so he didn’t run away. Picture’s kind of fuzzy cause I used the cell phone instead of hunting up the camera with a zoom.
ISP Wiretapping
They’ve been talking about doing it for a while, and now they’ve actually gone and done it. Charter is now monitoring its users’ browsing habits so that it can insert advertising into their browsers (ads that do not come from the site being viewed). It’s as if the phone company started monitoring your calls so they could play targeted advertisements while you’re on the line. Comcast also chooses what users can and cannot send (all for the good of their customers, of course).
Keep an eye on this one, folks. If Charter’s customers let it get away with this shit, you can bet other carriers will soon follow suit. Site designers might do well to follow Lauren Weinstein’s suggestion for pervasive encryption, just so users on the other end will know if the content they’re viewing has been tampered with.
So Wrong
…but so funny…

All Done!
Finished up the last of the exams today. Definitely passed the first one, and a pass was all I needed to maintain an A. The second “exam” was actually each class member giving a brief presentation on the final paper we’d written (except for one student who just dropped her paper off and left). A bunch of us brought snacks and drinks and a big ol’ cake with the instructor’s name on it, and we had ourselves a little farewell party. The Born Again Delinquent orchestrated most of it, and promised to send us all the pictures she took.
Speaking of pictures, our local news had a blurb about the PBL contest winners, complete with the photo they took at our little awards ceremony.

I happened to be wearing the pinkest shirt in the world that day, so I stand out like a sore thumb. Just behind me on the left you can see Super Smart Guy, who took first place and is going to the nationals; one more farther left is Former Navy Guy, who was fifth. I don’t know how I managed to wind up front and center like that; I should’ve been behind SSG.
Tonight the SGA is hosting an “awards banquet” for students with a high GPA. Not entirely sure what that entails, other than free food. But free food’s enough for me. BAD will be there with her family as well; whoever gets there first will save seats for the others. We’ll probably be loud and rowdy and embarrass our husbands dreadfully, because we’re both just giddy with relief that the semester is over and we’ve maintained an A in all our classes. Bring on the grub!
Time-Wasters for Today
I had one exam today at seven in the morning, which meant I needed to get up at five. Except the Alpha Geek in bed next to me started snoring around four, and I figured I wasn’t getting to sleep again before five anyway. So I got up.
Thank goodness for the intarwebz. How else could we ever kill so much time when we’re too groggy to read a book?
First we have Retro Sabotage, where you can go to see your favorite old 70′s games mocked and parodied.
If that doesn’t float your boat, grab some popcorn and enjoy the best Die Hard remake ever: