Misc. Blogging
Sep. 4th, 2007 02:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highlyeccentricThe bewildering signs were "one of the great things we want to show people visiting us," says financial-services consultant Josh Kurtzig, a Washington native who lives in Beijing. Correcting them is "really taking away one of the joys of China."
-Teams of Linguists patrol Beijing before the Olympics. Link courtesy of The Bitter Scroll
Yesterday, i got to drive a broken-down car up City Road and around behind the regiment, while the car owner and some other random pushed me sedately along. What fun.
This article, which appears to be about cars, was headlined on the Times Online today under the rather strange title of "No One In Canada Ever Has An Orgasm". Jus thought I'd share the oddness with you.
Meanwhile... Over at Neil Gaiman's blog, you will find four enchanting "tourist guides" to the world of Stardust. Very cute, although I notice that over the course of the four of them there are rather a lot of visual boob jokes.
Here's my personal favourite:
Wonderful lines:
T: Oh, mother, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?
Y: No, I'm not! And i'm not your mother, so get off me!
T: You're... you're not my mother?
Y: Do I look like I'm your mother?
T: No. Sorry.
-Teams of Linguists patrol Beijing before the Olympics. Link courtesy of The Bitter Scroll
Yesterday, i got to drive a broken-down car up City Road and around behind the regiment, while the car owner and some other random pushed me sedately along. What fun.
This article, which appears to be about cars, was headlined on the Times Online today under the rather strange title of "No One In Canada Ever Has An Orgasm". Jus thought I'd share the oddness with you.
Meanwhile... Over at Neil Gaiman's blog, you will find four enchanting "tourist guides" to the world of Stardust. Very cute, although I notice that over the course of the four of them there are rather a lot of visual boob jokes.
Here's my personal favourite:
Wonderful lines:
T: Oh, mother, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?
Y: No, I'm not! And i'm not your mother, so get off me!
T: You're... you're not my mother?
Y: Do I look like I'm your mother?
T: No. Sorry.