Hey, kids! Herman the emergency management crab says, “Although disasters themselves aren’t fun, learning about them is!”
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Hey, kids! Herman the emergency management crab says, “Although disasters themselves aren’t fun, learning about them is!”
Sorry, it escaped our attention before today, but we’re smack in the middle of National Newspaper Week, a special week dedicated to making those in the newspaper profession feel worthwhile and important. It’s as easy a conceit to mock as any other National Fill-In-The-Blank Week, but we’re above that sort of thing here. Besides which, the newspaper profession was the only thing putting bread in our mouths for five years, and we are not ingrates.
This year, the theme of National Newspaper Week is, “Your Newspaper: Your Community’s Town Hall.” They mean it metaphorically.
The workplace ban of Piglet has Mark Steyn punditorializing:
And where’s the harm in that? As Pastor Niemöller said, first they came for Piglet and I did not speak out because I was not a Disney character and, if I was, I’m more of an Eeyore.
Were you looking for a handy list of the 93 factors which determine your rank in Google searches? You can stop looking.
(Hat tip: Darren Rowse.)
If you have a color printer and can follow instructions, you can build this gruesome monstrosity:
The Splatterbot twists at the waist and the arms can move up and down. The claws are interchangable with the hatchet or the laser weapon. The front of the chest opens to reveal large hidden teeth, there’s a hidden compartment in the back (with visible electronics and wiring), and the head can be removed to reveal the hideous floating eye creature that controls this peculiar little machine.
Splatterbot is just one of the free scary paper toys you can make, courtesy of Ray O’Bannon.
(Via Fark.)
According to the website of St. Matthew United Methodist Church, the “Pumpkins Arrive September 31, 2005.” Converting to the calendar of Pope Gregory, that’s today.
But this Midwest City church and their little pumpkin sale happen to be at the epicenter of a tempestuous online controversy, and it’s not about their erroneous date format.
Everyone arguing about it is wrong. I’ll blog about it later, but not until after supper.
UPDATE: I blogged about it.