Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Chiara, Her Righteous Anger
An eagle-eyed Chiara spotted that the young boy on the fire escape who has a chance encounter with Batman in Batman Begins is none other than a young(er) Jack Gleeson, Game Of Thrones' Prince Joffrey.
"Kill him! Kill him NOW!" she yelled at
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
You Are Almost Certainly Not Hitting It Right
You guys remember how in the X-Men movie, where Kevin Bacon had the power to absorb your 'splosions and then re-'splode them how he wanted (and to wear ascots)?
Well, that is the exact power The-Dream has, only for haters instead of 'splosions.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Haboob, Simoom, Santa Ana
This haboob in Phoenix is so eerie that I can't get it out of my mind.
The description of the one and only ever simoom recorded to have occurred in North America sounds terrifying.
When I was a kid, the Santa Ana winds were this strange and frightening visitor that came every October. Trees were ripped from the ground (to fall straight through our house - ask me about it sometime), animals seemed to always have their hair up, the skies were orange with dust and smoke, and every evening we'd sit, glued to the tv to make sure the fires hadn't found our neighborhood. And the heat! You'd run the air conditioning all night and, just behind the steady drone of its fans, you'd hear this shrieking, moaning, angry wind clutching at the window frames. Sometimes, the house would make this sudden CRACK sound as it settled from the heat or the wind and you'd feel sure another tree was coming down on your bedroom.
Winds. They are monsters.
The description of the one and only ever simoom recorded to have occurred in North America sounds terrifying.
When I was a kid, the Santa Ana winds were this strange and frightening visitor that came every October. Trees were ripped from the ground (to fall straight through our house - ask me about it sometime), animals seemed to always have their hair up, the skies were orange with dust and smoke, and every evening we'd sit, glued to the tv to make sure the fires hadn't found our neighborhood. And the heat! You'd run the air conditioning all night and, just behind the steady drone of its fans, you'd hear this shrieking, moaning, angry wind clutching at the window frames. Sometimes, the house would make this sudden CRACK sound as it settled from the heat or the wind and you'd feel sure another tree was coming down on your bedroom.
Winds. They are monsters.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
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