A few gems I found while staggering around the Internet today:
I know I’ve read something great when my first reaction is “I wish I’d written that.” So is the case with Rosie’s post today on Smokey Mountain Breakdown. In a note about her recovery from a serious ailment, she manages to not only invoke Monty Python but reels off this incredible paragraph at the end of her post:
“I hobbled up to the guinea enclosure and left the door open for them. I can’t risk another fall and am limiting my outdoor activities for the time being. So–I can’t haul their water and feed to them. They marched past the house this morning–waking all and sundry at the crack of dawn and then went down the mountain. Not sure if they were here long enough to bond. Hopefully they’ll be back to roost this evening after filling up on ticks in the woods. Or they may just stay down there, slaves to their tiny tiny brains, wondering where they came from and how they got there.”
That’s writing, folks. Damn, I wish I’d written that.
I’ve always suspected that vodka is vodka is vodka. Regardless of how pricey it is, the nuance from one vodka to another is largely a study in brand. Via the Consumerist, we get this amusing BusinessWeek validation of the point. The bottom line: Save your money and go for the cheaper stuff. Even hardcore vodka drinkers can’t tell one from another.
Summer’s here, and it’s grilling time. At least for civilians. I grill all year round, rain, sleet, dark of night. Gizmodo offers this guide to tricked out grills. Even though they omit my weapon of choice, the Big Green Egg, it’s still worth a look.
It’s probably bad form to direct you to one of my own posts here, but this note I put on the Maroon Ventures blog this week is a pretty amusing look at what happens when a carnivore and tofu collide. Not a pretty sight …
