As Wile E. Coyote’s stunt double.
A five-year-old boy has survived a nine-storey fall off a balcony in Hamilton and was talking coherently and complaining only of a hurt leg when emergency crews arrived.
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The boy’s prone outline stamped into the soft ground shows his weight was more or less evenly distributed so the force on his body would be dispersed.
16. Take exit 24 A-B-C on the left toward I-93 N/Concord NH/S Station/I-93 S/Quincy 0.4 mi
17. Merge onto Atlantic Ave 0.8 mi
18. Turn right at Central St 0.1 mi
19. Turn right at Long Wharf 0.1 mi
20. Swim across the Atlantic Ocean 3,462 mi
21. Slight right at E05 0.5 mi
22. At the traffic circle, take the 2nd exit onto E05/Pont Vauban
Hmmm…what direction to take? I’m not feeling it right now so we’ll just go where we’re lead, shall we? It’s the 236th edition of the Carnival of the Vanities and that seems to me to be some kind of milestone. That’s one carnival a week for the past 236 weeks. I can’t suggest that there’s actually been a Carnival of the Vanities every week for the last four-and-a-half years but it’s likely near enough. There’s been some question as to whether the Carnival of the Vanities would continue at various times in the past, but it manages to keep rolling. And look at all the other Carnivals that owe their existence to this one.
I feel good about it and possibly just a bit smug. I’m not the originator of the Carny. That’d be brother Bigwig. Maybe I’ll talk him into taking a turn as Carny administrator again in the future. It would seem fitting to have him revisit his bastard creation at some point in the future. Until then, there’s me keeping this thing on life-support.
Let’s get on with it, shall we?
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I don’t have much commentary for the entries this week, I think. For one, I’m watching “The Lion in Winter” on cable and for two…well, I don’t have much commentary. I think.
Marsha Hudnall says we should use our Intrinsic Motivation for Healthy Weight Loss. My intrinsic motivation led me to crave a chocolate chip cookie today after lunch. I always listen to my intrinsic motivation. My non-intrinsic motivation leads me to have a piece of dark chocolate and a glass of red wine every day. I don’t plan on dying of heart disease.
I did have a dream last night that I had Parkinson’s. That’s more likely to be my future, barring some medical advances or another miracle from Pope John Paul II. Good thing I believe in miracles.
BTW, I lied about the commentary.
Leon Gettler equates Sarbanes-Oxley, Gonzales and the Ken Lay defence. “I didn’t know” has been the en vogue answer since Ronald Reagan forgot about the whole Iran-Contra affair. Methinks Reagan had a better excuse than Gonzales or Lay.
GrrlScientist covers the Rare Bird Captured in Peru. It’s a small owl that has rarely been seen in the wild. My cousin has a similar claim to fame in that he spotted the rare Stygian Owl some years ago in Texas. “Stygian” has graced the license plate of my aunt and uncle ever since.
Madeleine Begun Kane bemoans That Errant List. Perhaps Mad and I have something in common. I make looots of lists. I make lists of lists even. It’s what I do whilst attending meetings in order to keep myself entertained. Thankfully, I generally am able to recreate any list I misplace.
Pushpa Sathish presents 101 Bonehead Mistakes Every Manager Should Avoid. It’s a good list of do’s and don’ts. It seems to be common sensical but I’m always surprised by how many managers don’t know or do most of them.
Hueina Su advises that we should Take Time for Friendships. Good advice.
Wolfie talks tax rates in the U.K. in Brown’s New Pensions Blow.
Lastly, Wayne Hurlbert presents the value of Politeness: Respect for others pays. Also good advice.
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And that’s the 236th edition of the Carnival of the Vanities. Check back next week for the 237th. Barring some miracle or some minor inconvenience, that is. I’m a busy guy, you know.
If you’d like your writing featured in the Carnival of the Vanities, write something insightful and worthwhile and send it in through Blog Carnival.
Until then, I bid you adieu.
Al Gore personally uses more electricity in a week than 25 million Ugandans do in a year – and agitators are telling Africans the biggest threat they face is hypothetical climate change.
Yep, it sucked. Worse, it’s boring. I think we’re done with it. There’s no point in having Cylons if they’re constantly portrayed as more and more human, which is what the writers have been clearly trying to do all season. If there’s no “other,” for humanity to define itself against, then there’s no point to the show. It might as well be titled Battlestar General Hospital.
The first craft beer I ever recall drinking was Brazilian, a Xingu black beer that I ran across in the grocery store 12-odd years ago. I’m fairly certain this is the only other Brazilian beer I’ve run across since then, and I’ve been looking. Not even the Brazilian rodizo restaurant the wife and I patronized a while back had another brand, though the cachaca damn near made up for it.
I would say that the wait was worth it, but that would be wrong, and cliched to boot–a worse offense, to my mind. I mean, 12 years? I don’t think there’s a beer in the world that’s worth that long wait, unless it’s one of the cellarable brands–Thomas Hardy, or the Anchor Steam Christmas Brew.
Not that there’s anything wrong with the Dourada. It’s a fine beer, perfectly representative of the style, typically one seen more in the summer in the US, as the craft breweries seek to compete with the light macro brews.
…the color of a pilsner with some of the fruity character of an ale. This is achieved with the use of top fermenting yeasts and pale pilsner malts. The hops are accented on the finish, which classically is dry and herbal. It is a medium to light bodied beer and delicate in style. Most examples one will encounter in the US are brewpub draft interpretations produced during the summer months, though some commercial brewers produce a summer ale in the kolsch style.
It’s not one of my favorite styles, though a cold kolsch is a fine thing on a hot sunny day. Supposedly there are other brews available in the U.S. from the Eisenbahn brewery. The Dourada was of a high enough quality that I’ll be sure to grab them should spot them on the shelves.
I’d prefer not to wait another 12 years, though.
But for now, it’s all I can do to get the damn thing off of him.
