"Have I got one helluva human interest story for ya"

That was the start of the phone call in which I received the 'hot tip' that resulted in this story.

When he pulled the shaking, nearly lifeless bird from of the marsh, it was clear what was holding it down: A large clam had closed on the bird's foot, and it didn't let go until B.J. pried it off with a knife.

"It felt like there was a huge anchor on him," he said. "That clam was as big as my hand, and this little egret was just a baby. It was the biggest clam I've ever seen."

Pdawg explains the taxonomy of livin' fancy

Here's the socio-economic naming chart of housing developments:

A) If Meadows, Glen or Cove appears in the name of your housing development, you probably live in a trailer. You should sell your house but you probably can't and anyway, 24-packs of Keystone Light are getting expensive. Shoot yourself.

...more at [Stunted Growth]

Oh, and I was born in Glen Cove... out back by the shed.

Pointless office fun

I found this and of course, having the sense of humor of your average (or maybe below-average) teenager, I could not resist. I even considered rigging up a script to use nmap to find all of the jetdirect servers on our network and change them all at once.

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Just reading this made my teeth hurt

LONDON, England (CNN) -- Some English people have resorted to pulling out their own teeth because they cannot find -- or cannot afford -- a dentist, a major study has revealed.

art.dentist.gi.jpgSix percent of those surveyed in an English study said they had resorted to dental "self-treatment."

Helpful tips for email productivity

I'm amazed at how poorly people communicate in the workplace. I blame much of this on email, where a lack of direct contact is coupled with a lack of accountability, and the fact that most people can't read or write for shit anyway, to form a seething clusterfuck of lost productivity and angry coworkers. So, gentle reader, I bring you:

Chris's helpful email tips

I've found it at last - my next ride

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It's a mid-eighties Rolls Royce. It's got a massive gold grille that probably weighs as much as a Honda Fit. It's got white seats with red piping (my God! They probably slaughered an entire herd of Naugabeasts for that!) It's covered in red and orange flames, fer christsakes!

All that, for less than the cost of a used Accord. What more can you ask for?


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