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Mitzvah for the sun

Posted on April 8, 2009 | Comments Off on Mitzvah for the sun

Birkat Hachamah – Blessing G-d for the sun every twenty-eight years. A thank you for something we couldn’t live without.

Via Lone Star Times.

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AP discovers YouTube

Posted on April 8, 2009 | Comments Off on AP discovers YouTube

For some reason they think they can put stuff on YouTube but then ban even one of their paid subscribers from linking or embedding it. Rotsa ruck, dumbos. I knew most of the print dinosaurs didn’t understand the Web. They’re still in denial. But I didn’t think they were this schtoopid.

Via Instapundit.

UPDATE:  Must have finally checked with their lawyers. AP apologizes to the subscriber.

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Gimme that old time religion

Posted on April 7, 2009 | Comments Off on Gimme that old time religion

Secular Big Media likes to use Easter week for its anti-religion broadsides. Thus Newsweak is out proclaiming Christian America’s "decline and fall."  The Wall Street Journal shows how the dying news weakly’s reading of the latest stats is, uh, weak. Heck, even the godless commies are getting religion:

"There are probably close to 100 million Christians in China, most of them following a very individualistic American-style faith. Already more people attend church each Sunday than are members of the Communist Party."

Heh.

Via the Seablogger. 

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Life on the moon

Posted on April 3, 2009 | Comments Off on Life on the moon

Or, rather, among Alaskans who live near Mt. Redoubt, the volcano that’s erupted nineteen times since March 22. It’s coated the countryside nearby in something very like moondust: "gritty, abrasive, electrostatically-charged," according to NASA, "giving Alaskans an unexpected taste of what it’s like to live on the Moon."

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The decline and fall of the Brits

Posted on April 1, 2009 | Comments Off on The decline and fall of the Brits

This is just sick. However you cut it. I can’t imagine any American police doing it under any circumstances. Anywhere. Ever. Tar and feathers, as Instapundit suggests, is too good for them.

Via Althouse.

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Adios, March

Posted on March 31, 2009 | Comments Off on Adios, March

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I’m using this as my avatar for Twitter. I forget where I got it. Their 1932 classic, and Oscar winner, The Music Box, is my favorite. Though Flying Deuces ain’t bad, either.

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Strange search engine requests

Posted on March 30, 2009 | Comments Off on Strange search engine requests

Or, maybe, I should say, strange search engine results that bring the uncounted millions here.

Mercenary fighter in jeans. Why would these words lead to a picture of George Washington? Beats me.

How to make Texas Alamo out of paper. Hmm. Well, this is somewhat closer to what I had.

Mysterious rocks of the batholic. Now we’re getting closer to the truth. So-called.

Do people drown in Canyon Lake? Uh, don’t they drown everywhere?

Saloon northern Ontario. No, but you might be able to see it from here.

Saudi road sky eye. I qualified for two of the four. Not too shabby.

Importance of the flag raising in Iowa Jima. This was my fault, sending Iowa to the Pacific. Still.

Comic man falling from sky. I suppose it is comic, if you’re in Hamas or Hezbollah.

Jack by the great horn spoon. Very curious, indeed.

The lovely Roberta Vasquez. This is a standing joke here and there by shameless traffic seekers.

I could go on forever. But that’s more than enough for now.

Inspiration by Dustbury, who remembers to do it a lot more often than me.

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