Some amazing pictures of a polar bear named Coldilocks. First, "Coldilocks" is just about the best name ever. Second, she's a resident of the Philadelphia Zoo, just across the Delaware from me! Philly girls represent!
Believe it or not, but Bourgeois Nerd turns five at the end of December. In preparation for this momentous occasion, I've been combing through the archives for a Best Of compilation. Anyway, I found this and thought it appropriate for the season.
I believe I may be the only one in the world who is tickled every time someone calls a dog a "son of a bitch." I mean, they ARE! It's not an insult to them (if they had the cognitive ability to understand the concept of "insult"); it's just a simple statement of fact. I love to point this out, usually with the wide grin of a lunatic pedant. I'm a very, very disturbed individual...
(And I just happened to stumble over the fact that I already talked about this about three years ago. Whoops!)
In a very perverse way, I'm always jealous of people's Thanksgiving horror stories. I mean, I know that while they can be good story-fodder, actually living them isn't much fun. Still, my family has only ever had perfectly pleasant, normal, BORING Thanksgivings. I've contemplated coming out at the table just to spice things up, but A) such a cliche, and B) I'm too chicken. Plus, I really don't think my family would be terribly upset, and my sister (and I presume through her her husband) and mother already know.
