And Miller Lite. What do you suppose it does when you drop an unopened can into a pool?
New York joins Missouri, Delaware, California, Illinois, and Iowa in banning the mercury preservative from medicines for children under 3 and pregnant women.
In Dallas, the price just got higher.
Here in California, it’s getting there fast.
It’s a turf war down there, as anemone colonies display previously unknown aggression against other colonies. Their weapons of choice are tentacles with stinging cells.
Those cigarettes that are so French will now be made in Alicante, Spain. It seems that Marlboro and Camel have overtaken Gauloises as the smoke of choice.
He’s a tree kangaroo, and his taste of freedom has lasted four days. After ducking the efforts of police and firemen, he bounded over a fence, and hasn’t been seen since.
Unlike Reggie and Wallace, he doesn’t pose a danger to the local populace.
Maybe they will all three meet up somewhere, and there’ll be a Disney movie coming. Discussions in Hollywood might be underway at this very minute, about which one would be the annoying sidekick.
And over in Scotland, there’s a male boar that townspeople in Dunblane have named Wallace, (for William Wallace - you know, Braveheart) running loose with officials in hot pursuit.
He’s been seen near a pub, around the river, and by the football fields. You remember what they did to William Wallace when they caught him, don’t you.
Updating the Lake Machado reptile hunt: the alligator we once knew affectionately as Harbor Park Harry is actually Reggie, once belonging to two men who have since been arrested for dumping him into the lake.
Gator wranglers hired to catch Reggie admit that calling him by name might be worth a try. But the pursuers from Gatorland in Florida planned to return home last Friday.
Now, it seems Reggie has his own blog, and one can purchase ‘Save Reggie’ merchandise.
It was only a matter of time.
It has been discovered that medieval monks at Soutra Aisle in Scotland chewed bitter vetch to keep hunger at bay. Archaeologists report that those who used the herb had no need of food or drink for long periods of time.
It tastes like licorice.
The floodwaters are contaminated with chemicals, gasoline, feces, and decomposing bodies. With stagnant water that might be standing for weeks, the risk for mosquito-borne infections is very high.
The swelling is down by about half. I’m hobbling lots faster today.
The takeout order last night was botched, so instead of a warm, gravy-laden turkey dinner with mashed potatoes, I got a cold, overly toasted, thin, tasteless excuse of a turkey sandwich. After picking it apart, I couldn’t bring myself to eat much of it.
Since I can’t have a Sasebo burger for lunch, I put scrambled egg in my ham and cheese today.
After twisting my ankle the other night, I saw a centipede on the wall, about an inch long. Since I photograph everything I find interesting these days, I put it in a little jar with a piece of paper over it. Normally, I would have a little jar with holes in the lid, but the trek to the kitchen was long and painful. The next morning, it was dead or in a dormant state, so I put it outside.
Now, if I had the experience of this fellow in Britain, I would no doubt have twisted the other ankle in the retrieval process.
She (8 lbs. 7 oz.) grew in her mother’s abdomen instead of her womb, and doctors had no idea until she was delivered via Caesarean. Mom needed emergency surgery afterward, but all is well now.
A ventriloquist that is also the loudest animal in the world. I should be grateful that the one I had was a female. To have a male lost in the house in the middle of the night is obviously a living nightmare.
The mother bears carry their cubs on their backs, even as they forage, or attack a predator.
Slow-tempo guitar music like that of Steven Pesaro, which would put me to sleep on a regular workday. I also have a lot of Erik Satie on tap. Maybe I should put the ankle right up to the speakers.
a) Getting to wear my favorite lavender-colored pajamas all day.
b) A day off without a sore throat, runny nose, cough, and fever
c) Lunch in bowls
d) A whole bar of See’s milk chocolate, because I deserve something for all the pain and aggravation
e) an afternoon of online shopping since I can’t go out
Singer in the Storm. I’m not sure this is what my ankle needs to hear.
Last night, in serious pain from the twisted ankle, I propped it up on some pillows. And settled in with these books, which are not usually the kind I settle in with. In Flight 1, I looked at the work of Khang Le and Chris Appelhans, and In Flight 2, Justin Ridge, Phil Craven, Matthew Woodson, and Jake Parker (The Robot and the Sparrow). Can you become smitten with a little robot who loves a sparrow?
The disease spreads more easily during monsoon season, which runs from June to the end of September.
Scientists have created an ultra-thin coating of nanoparticles that are more attractive to moisture than the glass itself. Water droplets are then flattened over the surface of the coating, making a transparent layer.
There are other uses for this technology, and the military is quite interested.
It’s a burger with a beef patty, an omelet, bacon and lettuce. They come in various sizes, up to almost a foot across. There is a picture of one on this page, but not sure which (several burgers shown) because it is in Japanese.
A series of remarkable photos taken by a scientist in a NOAA-43 hurricane hunter. Includes the eye.
I didn’t take the flashlight, being in a hurry. As I rounded the corner I’ve rounded hundreds of times, I managed to twist my ankle. It is quite difficult to type with an elevated leg (ankle above the knee, knee above the hip).
U.S. scientists have accomplished a feat that sounds almost impossible - mammals with the ability to regrow organs, toes, and a tail. Not only that, but when cells from these mice are introduced into an ordinary mouse, it also is able to regenerate.
The possibility that we could someday replace our own defective organs is no longer such a remote idea.
The winner, Iain Hawkes, made his way through a trench cut into a peat bog. It was smelly, muddy, weedy, and fast, as he managed the 60-yard length in 1 minute, 46-seconds. He’s 26.
It took the 70-year entrant 5 and a half minutes.
I usually save it for around Christmas, but sometimes after a dark time, when the clouds lift some, it’s very fitting. Kathleen Battle’s version.
There is now a PayPal donation link to the right (thanks, Chris!) Whatever is collected will be used to propel me toward podcasting. What? A bad idea? I dunno. Some of you keep coming back. Could it be the catfish stories or the lake monster items (wait, those are sometimes the same thing).
Okay, I haven’t had time to see how much podcasting will cost me. But we are poised on the brink of another heat wave, it seems. I have maintenance needs, mostly ice cream. I promise to take lovely close-ups.
Found in a grave in Jiahu, the flute was crafted from the crane’s hollow ulna, and can still be played. More here.
The outer metal layer sustained the most damage, although winds punched two holes as well.
In case you long to be there, but just can’t make it this time, the Gerlach live cam.
Want some news with those tunes? The BBC is looking into ways to tap into the wallets of their site visitors (25 million per month).
The Oskarshamn reactor in Sweden has temporarily shut down due to an overabundance of jellyfish in its cooling pond.
Last night, pie in hand (Marie Callender’s apple), we went to say goodbye to neighbors who recently sold their house.
It used to be that prior to a sale, a huge tent would be erected over the house, and the obligatory termiting process begun. However, the housing market being what it is, this is no longer true, at least for our neighbors. The new owner has accepted their house as is, termites and all.
A volatile mix, to say the least. France wants at least five bears to help repopulate the Pyrenees mountain region, but shepherds who have witnessed bear attacks on their flocks beg to differ.
A lost black labrador in Scotland boards the right train taking him home, and gets off at the right stop.
It just wasn’t his time. A man survives horrific train-car collision, frees himself from wreckage.
In a web survey by Sony, men were asked to send in a picture of their most beautiful possession. Germans loved their shoes, food, and art. The French had a preference for food. The Brits? Action figures, teddy bears, and toys.