I’m Not Going to Do This Every Day

The photos here are fantastic, and the title is even better:

Tormenta eléctrica en erupción del volcán Chaitén

How can you not click on a hedline like that?

This is very nice, though I must also steer the compleatist reader to Nwk’s own steampunk piece from last October.

Gallup: Bush Approval Rating Down to 60 Percent Among Republicans

Larry Doyle, for Bad Dog, which is pretty friggin’ funny.  Written from the perspective of a dog owner trying to set the record straight after his dog’s memoir has become a best-seller, it’s entirely great. A taste:

I’m not naïve. I knew the reviews might be bad, like that hatchet job in Dog Fancy. What I did not expect was to be sucker-punched by Oprah, or denounced from the floor of the U.S. Senate, or the mass crap-ins on my lawn. The price of truth, I guess.

I wrote “Tyrant Rex: His Life as My Dog” as a much needed corrective to “Speak: A Memoir,” and I stand behind my version, which costs three dollars less and contains many never-before-published candid photos of Rex.

Dana Milbank, fine reporter turned fine columnist, has a telling bit from today’s Washington Post about the last days of W’s presidency.

Kinda like a Napster for streaming music, Streamzy finds the songs you search for on the Web and streams them into your browser. It’s a pretty comprehensive engine that easily pulls up everything from Bach to Cut Copy to REO Speedwagon.

An Aussie politician admits to sniffing the chair of a female colleague.

This kinda steals Dave Chapelle’s skit about what a real-world Internet would be like, but it’s still good: A British comedy troupe does a real-world Facebook:

This, from the wife of the mayor of Kansas City, is the Best Christmas Letter in the History of Best Christmas Letters.

Also, their Website is Most Excellent.

AN UPDATE: Thanks to all for your comments. Yes, I know that we’re talking about Kansas City, Mo. here. I grew up 30 miles on the Kansas side from the city. I am familiar with State Line Road. I tagged this post ‘Kansas’ because, well, I talk about Kansas a lot on this blog and, as Grandpa Simpson would say, I’ll be cold and dead in the ground before I recognize Missouri.

This, a long, thoughtful post by a woman on her life with a ‘black’ name, is more than a little interesting, and a great read.