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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Linkee-poo is out of the swing, again

The Naipaul test. Can you tell which authors are which sex just by their writing? (Grokked from Mer Haskell and Cat Rambo)

Kyle Cassidy on the continuing idiocy surrounding actual knowledge of genres. In this case responding to a WSJ commentary about how YA is all about vampires, suicide, and self-mutilation. Yes, I'm sure it's true, and Romance is only about the pulsing and throbbing, SF about laser guns, and Fantasy about white knights and damsels. (Grooked form Tobias Buckell and Steven Gould)

You know, running bogus candidates on the opposition's ticket is still against the law. Remember in the 2010 elections when a number of Democratic Party members both resigned and some of them came up for criminal complaints because of that? I also seem to remember the righteous hauteur some conservatives had over that. If you read that last paragraph, you can just substitute the phrase, "For the righteous, all things are pure." (pointed to by Dan)

Cool video of Endeavour docked with the ISS taken from a ground based camera. KEWL! (pointed to by Dan)

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