My team leader heard me blabbering yesterday about digging in the yard and sticking some new perennials in, and she realized she had a chance to foist some plants off on me rather than toss them in the compost (her yard is probably overgrown and in need of thinning). So I have a loverly box o’ dirt which happens to include one or two columbine plants, some dwarf hollyhock, and some lily of the valley (happy birthday, Timmy!). These will go in the front “hell beds,” which will get dug over and composted and mulched tomorrow. It’s not supposed to…
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It’s really bassackward of me, but I’ve never read Neil Gaiman’s fiction. I’ve only read his blog. I keep thinking that I need to rectify this sad lapse on my part, based on how he writes about his activities and the little things that make modern life bearable. Such as glow-in-the-dark 256MB rubber ducky USB storage devices. They exist; they are described as “somewhat less sinister ducks” in Mr. Gaiman’s blog entry. Somewhat less sinister than what? Mergansers? Canada geese? Hawaiian nene? There are always Canada geese lurking on the corporate parklands that dot my part of the Chicago suburbs.…
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Last night, I got a weird comment on the post about the woman who was fired for taking a picture of coffins in a cargo hold. The comment consisted of a link to a site called “thememoryhole.” I couldn’t figure out what it was about, because the site wouldn’t load (there was probably too much traffic on his site already. Anyway, it looked like a spam link, so I deleted it. Turns out The Memory Hole broke open a big story. Apparently, he or someone else posted links to a lot of blogs that had copies of the picture of…