Cats In Sinks

Mine:

I love this:

If you cannot burn vigil or novena candles in your home for any reason (for instance, because of safety concerns or because you do not want anyone in the home to see them burning -- or if you live overseas and do not want to incur the cost of shipping) we will set lights for you here in our shop at no extra charge beyond the cost of the candles.

We have five altars for client requests -- money and luck, love and friendship, enemy work and reversing evil, wisdom and success, and uncrossing and protection. We offer free candle dressing with herbs and oils on all in-shop glass encased vigil lights and novena candles, and there is no charge for the setting of prayer lights on our petition altars.

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If you wish, we can synchronize the burning of candles on our altar and yours: We will fix and dress two matching candles, ship yours to you, and you will call us when you receive the package. We will then set a mutually agreeable time when we will both simultaneously light the candles and say our prayers -- you at your home and us here at one of our altars.

Lucky Mojo

According to the Telegraph, women are "less patient then men," "want instant gratification," "lose interest if it doesn't work immediately," and "like using mobile phones because they are big talkers."

And are apparently either too dumb, or too lazy, to learn how to use digital music players:

"I've just started borrowing my husband's iPod, but he had to give me a lesson in how to switch it on and find a track, and I've got two pages of instructions that I take with me whenever I use it," says Lucy Dobbs, editorial director of a publishing company. "I would never attempt to download a song, because I know I'd make a mess of it - I'd probably end up closing down the National Grid."

Lots more interesting laughable quotes here.

Link from Popgadget.

And then it lighted up and it was friendly and then it sewed people back together.

This entry at At My Knits End about the funeral of John Glick (the writer's brother-in-law, and one of the musicians killed in Chicago in July) made me remember my grandmother's funeral.

I had been very anxious about it, and worried that I would break down when I went up to see her body, but I steeled myself and took my mother's arm, and we walked up. It was bittersweet, of course, and sad, but it wasn't awful because, as I said to my mother, "She isn't there!" It was my grandmother's body, but it wasn't my grandmother. She lives on, still, in my memories and in my heart.

Just something I thought of today.

The Marc Cohn story is all over the news this morning. CNN.com - 'Walking in Memphis' singer shot in head, survives - Aug 9, 2005. A local news article from Denver said that they caught the guy. I guess it wasn't too difficult, since they knew who he was.

What a dramatic night! And how incredibly lucky they were.

No comment necessary:

"The defendant struck his wife approximately 70 individual blows after spending a happy interlude with her," the judge said. "Her desire to cuddle after sex does not justify the extremely violent, brutal response of the defendant."

SI.com - More Sports - Sports fan gets death for killing wife after sex - Friday August 5, 2005 12:55AM

This made me laugh, because, having worked as an admin in an office for so long, it sounded so familiar:

Of course, you're at least three inches taller than I am, so you needed to adjust the chair, which is totally understandable. And you did it so thoroughly! When I sat down, there was nothing left the way it was yesterday at all - you even adjusted the tilt of the seat, which I haven't been able to figure out how to do! The flipside being, of course, now I don't know how to put it back, and I will probably spend the rest of the day sliding off the front of my chair, but hey, make yourself at home. Of course, having performed major surgery on the chair, you would have to move the monitor. And take the keyboard off it's ergonomically adjustable tray and put it on the desktop? I noticed that you had to do some serious rearranging of cables to get that one done, since they're attached to the tray.

women want me, fish fear me

From Popgadget:

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I liked this article by Garrison Keillor at Salon: For whom the cell tolls

This is what our women wanted when they said, "Why don't you ever talk to me?" We imagined that they wanted us to talk about the future of higher education, so we sat and thought long thoughts, but really they only wanted some clucking and chittering, a few caws. This is what cellphones are for, to honk into and declare our position and reaffirm loyalty.

Bob calls me several times during the day to tell me what he's doing, where he is. On the weekends he calls to find out what I'm doing, where I am. I call him when I get in my car to go home, to tell him I'm on my way. I call him when I'm going to the gym, to let him know I'm going to be out of touch for awhile.

My friend in England sends me text messages when he's away from the computer; we check on each other a few times a week, and every day when one of us is away from home.

My mom calls me, my sisters call, the guys at work have my number in case they need me when I'm out walking.

Before I had a cell phone, I didn't really think I would want one. I kind of liked being out of touch. But now I see the advantages, and I love it. I still like, sometimes, to have the feeling that no one knows where I am, but now they don't have to know where I am to get hold of me. I like knowing that I don't have to stay by the phone, I can just put the phone in my pocket. It's freeing for me, rather than confining. I like that.

Mike points me to this entry from Neil Gaiman:

That was when Julian Crouch pointed out, as a man who reads this blog, that if you simply google Neil, you'll get me.

"You mean," said Neil Murray, doubtfully. "You're Neil Number One."

And he also points out that if you Google "Willa," I'm Willa Number One. Cool.