That's How It Happened

Today is my last day of paid employment for at least six weeks. I was expecting to either feel anxious, or perhaps jubilant, but I don't. Somehow it just feels like any other work day.

Shock! Horror! ODB took OD. So high he swallowed the whole baggie. Incredible.

12 million bees murdered in Las Vegas bee apocalypse. Really sad, but there probably was no way of getting them back into their 480 smashed hives.

Some people like to blog their poems for public scrutiny. Others apparently post them at online poetry workshops, for vicious dissection. My particular favourite is just chock full of hilarity: "...sixth or seventh time today..." "...your sneakers hug the sand..."(this at a Prom) "...you seem powerfully non-existent...." Such great stuff.

The Guardian Bad Science Awards are out to day. I was pleased to see recognition for my charlatan neighbour Dr Ali.

Logophiles should dig into the Word Exchange, a sort of Urban Dictionary for grown-ups.

I finally got admitted to 43 Things. It's a cross between Blogger and Friendster. You blog about your plans/ambitions/life goals, and then get connected to people who share those goals. If you'd like to join too, email me and I'll invite you.

Death By Brighton, not as good as "Death To Brighton", but still an entertaining list of 50 curious local deaths.

More drunk person Jenga.

How Lindsay Lohan spent Thanksgiving. A public Ofoto gallery.

Prisoner's Inventions: a gallery of jailhouse Blue Peter-esque creativity. (Except the sex doll, obvs.)(via)

Custom Teddy Bears made by bears! (The fat, hairy, gay kind.)

Snoop-speak is clearly about a decade out of fashion, but the official Shizzolator still offers excellent English to Snoop translation services.

One man, 2100 orange and brown Nike shoeboxes. Corgishoe, a true sneaker freak.(via)