“They did some kind of ‘procedure’ on me in the emergency room which involved sticking a TV camera down my throat as well as a pair of vice-grips, a trained duck, and two Navy Seals in a mini-sub.”
Albuquerque blogger Jon Knudsen a week ago after some barbecue lodged in his esophagus. He’s fine.
Living under too much stress may harm your brain as well as your body.
Previous studies have already shown that stress hormones, such as cortisol, can increase the risk of heart disease and other ailments, but a new study shows that stress hormones may also shrink the brain.
And I’ve been stressed lately thinking that my brain was shrinking. I’m caught in a vicious cycle.
A crane vending machine can be frustrating enough when you’re trying to snatch a little stuffed toy from its steely clutches. Imagine if the prize it’s denying you is your own 3-year-old son.
James Manges II managed to climb up the chute and inside one of the machines Thursday, swinging around for an hour amid the plush toys he coveted before firefighters freed him.
AP via Yahoo! News
From the Los Angeles Times a gruesome, but well-told historical photo essay on the use of combat casualty photos.
From the article, Unseen Pictures, Untold Stories, which assesses the relative lack of casualty photographs from Iraq.
“Writing in a headline that 1,500 Americans have died doesn’t give you nearly the impact of showing one serviceman who is dead,” Van Hemmen said. “It’s the power of visuals.”
Selig resembled the Paul Newman character in the movie “Hud,” who after a series of beatings for his escapes from a chain gang eagerly obeyed orders. “Yes, boss. Yes, boss,” he said repeatedly with a smile. Only Luke was faking it. Selig is sincere.
It has been corrected in the online version, but they should send the writer and editor to “the box” for this one. The film with that dialogue is “Cool Hand Luke,” not “Hud.”
Juanita (Susan DuQuesnay Bankston) tells about the reaction to Nooky’s Erotic Bakery. She begins:
Most of you are familiar with our local Spirit of Freedom Republican Women. They are real; they meet monthly. They are one of the few local Republican clubs that doesn’t have a website of its own. I suspect that’s because they’re pretty much positive that the Internet is a tool of the devil, secular humanists, and Jennifer Anniston.
Go have a laugh.
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