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90's Website Week, pets, time
My Beanies have been kept sealed in an airtight bag since purchase
11.22.09 | Permalink | Comment?

Angelfire webhosting presents…

Ronda’s World of Beanie Babies

Site Rating:

Tiled background: +3 points

Non-stationary background: -2 points

Web Ring member: +1 point

Comic Sans: +1 point

Animated letter email graphic: +1 point

Ronda: +3 points

Too much white space: -5 points

Total: 2 points

This one is NOT from 1990s but please have a look.
music, pets, science, youth
kids + science = amazing
11.11.09 | Permalink | 2 Comments

This science fair project is great. Be sure to read the captions to this kid’s scientific method headings!

Link
history, pets
From conversations between Jean-Paul Sartre and John Gerassi, recorded over several months in the spring of 1971.
11.10.09 | Permalink | 2 Comments

Sartre: . . . when we decided to experiment with drugs, I ended up having a nervous breakdown.

Gerassi: You mean the crabs?

Sartre: Yeah, after I took the mescaline, I started seeing crabs around me all the time. They followed me in the streets, into class. I got used to them. I would wake up in the morning and say, “Good morning, my little ones, how did you sleep?” I would talk to them all the time. I would say, “Okay, guys, we’re going into class now, so we have to be still and quiet,” and they would be there, around my desk, absolutely still, until the bell rang. . . . The crabs stayed with me until the day I simply decided that they bored me and that I just wouldn’t pay attention to them. . . .

I would have liked my crabs to come back. The crabs were mine. I had gotten used to them. They kept reminding me that my life was absurd, yes, nauseating, but without challenging my immortality. Despite their mocking, my crabs never said that my books would not be on the shelf, or that if they were, so what? You have to realize that my psychosis was literature. . . . My crabs had considered me important, or else why bother me? De Gaulle, the ridiculousness of the Cold War, America’s drive to conquer and control, all that made me realize that I was not and would never be significant.

Gerassi: From the end of the war until de Gaulle’s coup d’état in 1958, you were haunted by neither crabs nor depression?

Sartre: We keep calling them crabs because of my play The Condemned of Altona, but they were really lobsters.

Gerassi: Anyway, they were gone then?

Sartre: Oh, yes, they left me during the war. You know, I’ve never said this before, but sometimes I miss them — when I’m lonely, or rather when I’m alone. When I go to a movie that ends up boring, or not very gripping, and I remember how they used to sit there on my leg. Of course I always knew that they weren’t there, that they didn’t exist, but they served an important purpose. They were a warning that I wasn’t thinking correctly or focusing on what was important, or that I was heading up the wrong track, all the while telling me that my life was not right, not what it should be. Well, no one tells me that anymore.

From Harper’s Magazine, via Chris Blattman.
families matter, food, pets, youth
After a long day of trick-or-treating…
10.31.09 | Permalink | 2 Comments

There was a tie between R2D2 and officer sexy, so we talked to Finn about it and he decided he’d prefer to be R2D2. I think his body issues may have motivated the decision; plus, he’s six.
foolishness, fun, pets
Halloween and Finnley
10.23.09 | Permalink | Comment?

Hey everybody. Every year we make our cute, but heavily overweight cat dress up in a ridiculous costume for Halloween. This time we’re calling on YOU to pick the costume that will score him the most trick-or-treat kibbles

Last year, he was a bee:

The winning costume will be featured on nixon the hand the day of Halloween

So vote !

(Write-in candidates may also be considered)
dinosaurs
Dr. Grant lied to us all
09.28.09 | Permalink | 2 Comments

Add this to the recent news about dinosaur feathers, and my whole childhood is turning into one huge delusion. Palaeontologists looking at the biomechanics of Velociraptor claws have suggested they were used to climb trees, and not at all to slice you “across the belly, spilling your intestines”:

Phil Manning suggests Velociraptor used its climbing ability to perch in trees and pounce on prey from above, with its claws puncturing the skin so it could cling to its victim’s body while biting and subduing it. He points out that Microraptor, a tiny dinosaur in the same sickled-clawed dromeosaur family as Velociraptor but which lived some 50 million years before, had four feathered limbs to help it glide down from trees. “The leg and tail musculature show that these animals are adapted for climbing rather than running,” he says. Peter Makovicky, a palaeontologist at the Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago, says smaller ancestral dromeosaurs such as Microraptor may have been climbers, but their descendants adapted the claw for other purposes, such as latching onto prey, much as big cats with their sharp, curved claws do today.

But don’t fear, it seems that larger dromeosaurs such as Utahraptor and Achillobator were probably too big and heavy to climb trees anyway, so their claws were likely used for more bad ass disembowel-y action.

Via Yglesias. For more, see Anatomical Record, DOI: 10.1002/ar.20986
animals, comedicness
Ain’t Life Grand?
09.24.09 | Permalink | Comment?
animals, comedicness, do it yourself, pets, pictures, television, videos, winning
HAHAHA
09.17.09 | Permalink | Comment?
dinosaurs, evolution, irony
Evolve or Die!!!
09.10.09 | Permalink | Comment?

You’ll die no matter what happens. And Sue is waiting…
animals, war
Animals Fight in Royal Rumble!
09.10.09 | Permalink | Comment?

Oh this is amazing. Look at 2 minutes in. Look at 3:30 in. Animals fighting animals and those animals fighting other animals! Amazing!

(Hat tip to Drew)