List of problems solved by MacGyver. Incomplete, alas, but still all kinds of awesome: “As laser-wielding robots hone in on his body heat, MacGyver creates a fake heat signature by using magnets wrapped in burning paper.” [ via adaptive path blog ]
Dogs in Elk. “Okay – I know how to take meat away from a dog. How do I take a dog away from meat? This is not, unfortunately, a joke.” [ thanks, Ranjit!]
“Why do you have to be a jerk when someone is nice to you?” When I was a teenager, Benjie made a point of telling me I should learn to take a compliment well if it was offered sincerely; taking his advice then was one of the smartest things I’ve ever done.
Raphael Carter’s Darmok Dictionary. If you know what I’m talking about, then we are as Darmok and Jilad at Tanagra.
The Peekaboo Paradox. Fantastic piece by the Washington Post’s Gene Weingarten profiling The Great Zucchini, the DC area’s most remarkable and successful children’s entertainer, who also happens to be fairly troubled by gambling and emotional problems. Amazing read, hilarious at times but also very moving and very human. Weingarten did an online forum last Monday, make sure to read it if you liked the article. [ via Gulfstream ]
The Bad Poetry Index. “To achieve memorable badness is not so easy. It has to be done innocently, by a poet unaware of his or her defects. The right combination of lofty ambition, humorless self-confidence, and crass incompetence is rare and precious.” Pre-Raphaelite poet Theophilus Marsial’s piece A Tragedy is especially horrific and therefore a must-read.
Happy In the Trunk of Your Car Day! I always forget how much I love Girls Are Pretty because Bob Powers’ writing is just too good to be true, and yet it has been this good for years now.
Basic Guidelines for Tagging on Flickr. “Only add tags about location, if the focus is on the location! … there is a gap between information that helps you and information that helps all the others.” So like, when I’m looking for photos of Chicago, your pic of that Frankie Goes To Hollywood “Relax” shirt you found in a Chicago thrift store? Clutter.