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raincoaster 
WhoA~ Now that is trippy.
You should see the rest of them; I think I once owned that border collie/ceolocanth cross.
You may have seen, but I’d hate you to miss it:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/6357005.stm
Ooh, cool. Thanks for that! Even Pharyngula doesn’t have that yet!
“Disorientate”. BBC newswriters should be shot.
My pleasure. Such are the benefits of insomnia.
Aha, beat me to it, Juvenal.
My Collins dictionary says that “careful users avoid ‘orientate’ as an un unnecessary back formation from ‘orientation’, since ‘orient’ has the same range of meanings”.
That word has always bugged me too.
Az, you’re closer. Could you off the guy who wrote that so I can take his job? I’m all up on this Squid thing, as you might have noticed, and I would never use such a horrible word.
I’ll send you a case of Red Rose and one of Canadian beer!
Well, I’m probably disqualified now for having written ‘un unneccessary’. :oops:
Hell, it was 7am and Nog hadn’t yet brought me my life-giving first cup of coffee …
… and totally off topic – what’s this all about? I mean, is it as sensationalist as it sounds? It was the headline that ticked me off. Or is it accurate?
It’s no secret. It used to be part of the Unsafe Sex ‘n’ Street Drugs tour.
Vancouver is a city of dichotomies. Tremendous natural beauty, towering over the poorest and most desperate area code in Canada. And as chronicled at this blog, it’s getting worse as sleazebag welfare-gypping landlords turf people into the street so that they can tart up their mouldering fibreboard hotel castles for the 2010 Olympic trade.
Witness this.
Cuttlefish: the new Osprey.
Don’t get me started on Willy Pickton. I know the man. And I know that article is understating the victim count by about 29. I’ve written a book about it, although it hasn’t gotten picked up yet. And that alley is two blocks from where I live. At one point in 1996 there was a fatal heroin overdose every 48 hours. The co-op where I live put up fences to keep the junkies out because it had gotten so bad people were setting their alarm clocks so they could get up and check for bodies and call the coroner before the kids left for school. When they were setting their alarms, those people were still alive, but we all knew that somebody’d be dead by morning.
Drug tourism brings an estimated billion dollars a year to Vancouver, so there are strong vested interests in not changing things. And the mayor seems to think that as long as the junkies are down here rather than up in his neighborhood, everything is fine. Sam Sullivan is a passive-aggressive Who Me?-ist whose ongoing policy of sitting on his hands is costing lives every day in my neighborhood.
Pickton? Is that the serial killer, Pigman, whatever he is?
Oh, that is right, yes it is ~
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Pickton
Yes, that’s him. Nobody calls him Robert; he’s Willy Pickton. I went for coffee with the man, and he followed me and circled the restaurant where I was eating for TWO HOURS until we managed to ditch him.
Trust me, he’s a very smart man and a very, very guilty one. The confused act is just that: an act.