I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, April 20, 2012

Linkee-poo is short

With everything at work, school, and the trip tonight, not enough minutes in the day. Also, blogging this weekend will be rare, if at all. The hotel we're at is one of those that likes to charge an arm and a leg to give you shared dial-up experience. So unless I can snag a wi-fi signal somewhere and ignore Bette, there probably will be radio silence here on Story Bones. Regular programming will resume on Monday.

Fifty-three reasons there should be a new Star Trek on TV. (Grokked from Tor.com)

The Slactivist with a post on the re-re-renaming of a Marine Fighter squad to "Crusaders." Dear Lt. Col. Wade Wiegel, besides being incredibly tone-deaf, the "Werewolves" name is your heritage. It is your squad's original nick-name. With all due respect, sir, buy a clue, will you?

So long, Facts, we hardly knew ye. The GOP stuck a fork in it, and it's done. (Grokked from Catherine Shaffer)

And in regards to the death of facts post, the top ten tax facts. Void where Fox New or GOP campaign or fleecing fundraising is concerned. (Grokked from Slactivist)

Alligator Quotient: I got my alligator beating stick right here.

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