Shouldn't you be home by now? It's
Festivus Eve. In the meantime, here's a linkflood:
Malaysian entrepreneur opens Tropical Islands, a huge indoor beach resort in Eastern Germany; Baudrillard's head explodes
"Amazon's customers probably don't consider what it takes to get their orders to their doorsteps. But as soon as they click the buy button, a frenzy of activity is set in motion at facilities like this one in Fernley, a small town in the sagebrush 30 miles east of Reno."
How great is the Greensboro blogging community? Supergreat, that's how great it is. (Followup. "Are we Greensboro yet?")
Slate endorses the creation of the sarcasm point (¡) -- but will it go the way of the interrobang?!?!
How people park. My father was a classic search-and-destroyer, and I've picked up a little bit of that from him, as well as a tendency to stalk from my mother. But mostly, resenting the slowness of both approaches, I very quickly give up any hope on a good space and take whatever I can get.
Jaimee, on the other hand, is the most aggressive "see it and take it" parker on the planet, willing to take a spot three shopping malls over if she sees one. So somehow we still manage to argue. That's the transcendent beauty of our love.# posted by
Gerry Canavan @ 11:44 AM
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