Sunday, March 18, 2007

A Few More Links, and a Happy Birthday

The headline of the day is that Jeff Culbreath knows he's been found out. It also appears that his charming wife may have caved on a Lenten resolution to lay off meat, asking her husband at one point, "...then whether or not we eat meat today is really a personal decision, right?" He, as head of the family, responds with kingly command, "Well, I guess you could say that..."

Everything's a personal decision, LeXuan. The question is whether you swore off meat for Lent. Unfortunately, the passage is inconclusive.

I love looking for weakness in others, because misery loves company.


Here's some fun. These are links to three bloggers: TSO, Zippy, and Paul Cella. Click on them and see what happens. And for those three I can substitute anyone else whose home is on Blogger. Do you see how it's done?

Let's take you to the real Zippy, who's flying high. Literally.

I missed this one. Back in February, Amy pointed us to an article describing a proposal in Washington state:

Proponents of same-sex marriage have introduced an initiative that would put a whole new twist on traditional unions between men and women: It would require heterosexual couples to have children within three years or else have their marriages annulled.

Somehow, I don't think their motives are pure. Compulsive procreation, huh? I never knew they loved it so much.

And over at Right Reason, a flurry of good posts, including Alexander Pruss's amusing argument in favor of a providential God, and Lydia McGrew's less amusing caution about the persecution of homeschoolers in Germany. She tells of a family that's being torn apart by the government, supplies useful links, and it's every bit as horrifying as it sounds.

Initially this post was going to be about how tonight I made another batch of those rich, dark, chocolatey, chewy fudge brownies (sprinkled in a few pecan chips), but I knew you wouldn't want to hear about that so I didn't. Make the post about it, that is. I did make the brownies.

Oh, and today (yesterday by now), St. Pat's day, is my Mom's birthday. She's one hundred and...just kidding maw. She's up there but still good looking. Here she is in 1968 on a soldier's arm, at the officer's club in Stuttgart, Germany.

Happy birthday, Mater.

(She could use some prayers right now. Something's wrong with her lungs. Pneumonia, maybe.)


Anonymous said...

That is a cute trick. Nope, I don't see how it is done. Blogger dynamically generates content, so you've gotta be setting some state variable or cookie somewhere. But I didn't see it by skimming through "view source".

Care to share your arcane secrets? (It isn't like I'm asking for the pizza recipe or anything).

William Luse said...

I can't believe you wasted time with "View Source." Run your cursor over the links so that the address shows up in your taskbar, or, if your browser doesn't do that, right click and select properties. You'll see that the address reads, e.g, It's misspelled. Someone's taken out a domain that sucks in anyone who misspells blogspot in just that way.

Anonymous said...

Well, in my defense it was all of a few seconds, and being a geek with too much time on his hands anyway it is debatable whether it was a "waste". You got me though, and by exploiting a particular weakness of mine. I rarely notice misspellings.

Who would have thunk that the day would come when possession of a common mispelling would have financial value?

William Luse said...

I guess I ought to fess up. I found out about this because Lydia emailed me and said that my link in the comments to a post at RR was doing weird things. (She didn't notice the misspelling either.) The English teacher in me finally caught it. That's when I started trying out you and O'Rama and Cella, etc. Works every time.

William Luse said...

Oh, and in the last sentence to your last comment you misspelled 'misspelling'.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, but are you supposed to use a hyphen in "anal retentive"? :-)

William Luse said...

Depends on the context.

Hmm. Have I just been called a name? Because if so I'm anal-retentive about holding a grudge.