Well, there you go. Cherie is the most sensible Blair.
No, seriously, a pickled baby dragon has been found stashed away in the back of someone’s garage.
The Aerial Reconnaissance Archives were hyped so much at the start of the week that the site was overwhelmed. Now I can finally get to it but it’s just a holding page. I’ll keep going back because some of the stuff they released as promos was stunning.
Forty one quid for a pair of ink cartridges! That’s almost as much as the printer cost in the first place (and these weren’t even Epson’s own, but compatible Ryman cartridges). If I didn’t have coursework to do, I’d have ordered from Prink.
Everybody else is talking about the Dean Scream, so I might as well join in.
Howard Dean came third in the Iowa caucus. (Now, we in casa Spinneyhead are still a little befuddled as to what a caucus does. I’m sticking with my original impression that it’s all about people voting to choose the people who’ll go on to vote for the people who’ll go to the Democratic convention to vote for the person who’ll be the presidential candidate.) Howie made an impassioned speech and ended it with a strangulated yell. Everyone’s decided that this one over-enthusiastic holler makes the man unelectable, which is rich in a country whose president has problems stringing coherent sentences together.
Some of the remixes are cool though. Finally some humour in the presidential race.