OK, it's a cheeseburger - ground beef topped with cheese. Add some bacon - well OK, it's a bacon cheeseburger. Then use a glazed donut for a bun - whaaat?? Then top it off with a fried egg? Well that's just evil genius.

Here's a surprisingly accurate prediction of 2008, written in 1968. The article uncannily predicts the capabilities of personal computers, especially regarding automatic deposits and payments.

But what's that in the cover art? Is that? -- yes, yes...it's a flying car! Maybe next decade.

I'm certainly not disheartened by this report, but shouldn't we have a viable commercial flying car application before we do space tourism?

Also, I'm very aware that there are lots of unreported (and under-reported) incidences of falling space junk, but this one seemed particularly delicious to me: a farmer suing a space agency, complete with the instant classic quote: "It nearly crushed the outhouse".

Seriously: Instant classic!

By the way -- don't think there's a lot of space junk poised to fall to earth? Guess again...

I've bought a few items on EBay over the years, and I've sold several items on EBay, too. Last year I was shopping for a new(er) BMW and I checked the listings on EBay to see if there was anyone in my general area selling one that I could get a great deal on. Several dealerships list cars on EBay Motors and if they don't put a reserve on the car, the highest bid wins. There's no wiggle on the part of the seller or the buyer. You list an item, you accept a bid -- it's a contract.

You don't get to contact the winning bidder and say the price is too low. Idiots.

Glenn Reynolds reminds us that crucifiction is bad for your health...

Funny/interesting thing happened at the Not My Fault daughter's soccer game this past Saturday: coach called in sick. That's not the funny part. The funny part is that the team, which is comprised of 9th grade girls, refused any help from interested and willing parents. At least two of these parents are nationally licensed soccer coaches, and so pretty much know what's going on. The girls were having none of it. An injured player served as a kind of "sideline manager", watching the clock and calling the subs. The girls themselves agreed who would play where and for how long. There was absolutely no griping nor any hint of any negativity whatsoever. And of course they won handily and comfortably, against a bigger, older, more experienced team.

As the game was winding down I had to reflect on just how many soccer games a 9th grade premier player would have played in, and I figured it to be something like 500 competitive matches. For each girl. So really, what would anyone have to tell them during a match anyway?

Later, I remembered something I've always instinctively known: players play better when they play for each other.

You know who else doesn't need a game coach? These guys...

Davy and Leo and the rest of the boys from the Saw Doctors (who I happened to see last night) would like to wish everyone a Happy St. Patrick's Day!

An absolute howler:

A "chronologically re-enacted smorgasbord of aggression"...

Austin Bay's blog has been on a lengthy hiatus, but the brilliant military analyst is still actively providing insightful commentary in other places. He gives a nicely summarized overview of the tensions on the Colombia - Venezuela border...bottom line? It's about the narco-gangsters and the drugs. It's all likely to be a bluff, but the stakes are quite high.

Every fall I look forward to the Big E where the highlight for me is enjoying a fully loaded monster potato...

Looks like I'll be making these at home now.

It's the Carnival of Latin America and the Caribbean, or more pointedly, the "Move 10 Battalions to the Border" Carnival.

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