I need to close tabs. Let the internet littering commence!
When I die, put me in these ninja pajamas, shove me in the dirt sans mortuarily gussying me up, plant a tree, some mushrooms and a bit of weed on my grave and remember me fondly. “Decompiculture” might be my word of 2012, despite its late arrival in my personal records. Anyway, I figure we are bound to be recycled — why slow the process? Make me part of the *sings* “ciiiircle of liiiiiife” as soon as possible!

By: Eran Finkle
I have recently become enamored of mole crickets, the AV nerds of the bug world:
Mole crickets amplify their song by chirping in a burrow that they’ve carefully sculpted into the shape of a double exponential horn, which acts as a megaphone.
–Wikipedia
I mean, how can you resist a cricket with undersized wings and diggety, mole-like front feet?

Even more irresistible is this 7up-endorsed kiddie cocktail. Never thought I could be more grossed out than I am by mixing ice cream and soda, but this may do it. (I know, floats are fantastic, or so my brothers and sisters would tell me, but I have never liked them, root beer or otherwise. Some childhood hates have gone by the wayside, dimming to ambivilences if not mild likes, but floats, yams, sweet potatoes, chestnuts and pumpkin in any configuration (yes, including pie) are still on the no-thank-you list.

Finally, this reminded me of Team SJ/Laurie. I am thinking, tho, how much more cheerful it would be if there were small people ropes-coursing throughout the thing… Or ski lifts!
