When a male successfully attracts the attention of a nearby female, she will flick her wings as he finishes his song. A courtship dance ensues, with the male continuing to sing up until the physical act of copulation.

Shortly after mating, the male usually keels over and dies.

Cicada Invasion: Eastern U.S. Braces for Bug Swarm

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost in a good book, or giggling with my best friend, I live in a world apart, one full of adventure and wonder and other stuff adults don't understand.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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From Fatshadow :: This blog makes my ass look fair and balanced.

The reason I hate shopping at Organized Living:

“May I have your name, please,” she says. And of course I answer no with a smile, and she gives me that look they always give me, like I’m the Village Freethinker who like to hang outside church on Sunday morning in my bathrobe toasting the parishioners with a Schlitz. How dare you not give us your name? I remembered that this is why I don’t like Organized Living; you practically have to give them a swab from the inside of your cheek.

and the major reason I don't shop at Sam's Club anymore:

“We don’t take Visa, MasterCard or American Express, just Discover, Cash, or check.”

Discover? DISCOVER? The Gummo Marx of charge cards?

From: LILEKS (James) The Bleat

I seldom agree with Lileks' politics, but I agree on this stuff. If only he'd gone to Par Exsalonce, the only hair salon near my house that carries the Aveda line, and who insist on knowing your name before they sell you anything, this would have been perfect. Also, in re: "ExSALONce," I hate businesses who make up "cute" store names by misspelling words, or who bastardize words in order to capitalize on alliteration. "Kate's Konsignments." Please.

Via ColorJoy

this is the first time I've have a Mac near me for an extended period of time. All the testing I've previously done on a Mac consisted of walking over to another persons cubicle - usually a graphic designer, because you know how much they love their Macs - and asking them to load a page in their browser. Ususally, the page doesn't work on their browser. And usually, I get admonished.

little. yellow. different.

It's a service that resembles what NetFlix does with DVDs, only in this case it's designer handbags.

For "only" $49.95/month, you are allowed to borrow a handbag from the site and yes, if you want more than one, you can borrow additional bags, up to 5 at a time, for an additional $49.95/month for each one. And each time you borrow a bag, you're charged a $9.95 shipping fee.

I would really be interested to see if anyone is taking advantage of the service. It's hard to imagine. I suppose the attraction is variety--if you could afford to spend $49/month to use someone else's handbag, couldn't you probably afford to buy your own?

I freely admit I love handbags, and have a few expensive ones, although none of the really expensive ones they have here.

It's an interesting concept, anyway. Sort of like leasing a car, I guess.

Because I’ve been in the mood lately for a good old-fashioned derivative pulp teen romance adventure serial novel.

Her Majesty's Gardener

It's starting off beautifully!