Bookmark it. Please.
Because if I catch you asking me any dumb questions that are answered in here I'm going to make fun of you, and nobody wants that to happen, do they?
The Electronic Frontier Foundation's Legal Guide for Bloggers
I'm going to assume you know what country you live in, and whether, therefore, any of this applies to you. Not so fast, Canucks and Brits…you're more co-opted than you thought. You need to read this, too.
Here's an interesting post from BoingBoing.
It seems the Canadian Census, that genius organization which employed me for part of last year until they decided to change the terms of employment mid-stream (if I could afford a car, would I be working for you for $12 an hour sweetheart?) allows you to fill out your census forms online.
Using only American software.
Actually, given that it's the Federal Guvmint, we're lucky they didn't insist we print out PDF's, scan them, and send in Bitmaps. Shhhhhhhhhh, don't tell them; they might think it's not too late…
Statistics Canadian [sic]– a Federal agency — is conducting a national census that Canadians can participate in via the Web, but only if they use Microsoft's Internet Explorer or Apple's Safari. Free and open browsers like Firefox are explicitly excluded. There's two jaw-dropping elements to this story: one, that the Canadian government requires Canadians to use American software to complete the national census; and two, that they require all kinds of high-tech crapola to fill in a survey
All hail our Yank overlords.
Well, the original eagle cam is done for the year; no hatching eggs means a lot of disappointed readers (and not a few conspiracy theorists, I might add) so the Hornby Island team has found a new nest, with chicks, near the Swartz Bay ferry terminal on Vancouver Island. FYI This is the ferry that takes people to Vancouver from Victoria…only it's not really very close to Victoria…it's complicated.
Anyway, the link is the same: Streaming Eagle Cam Swartz Bay this time.
And here's a pair of Peregrine Falcons in Harrisburg, with chicks.
And my previous posts on eagles:
Streaming Eagle Cam 2.0 Baby Eagles in Colorado
Eagle Chick on Santa Cruz Island, California
and
My Original article on the Eagle Cam; perhaps these new eagles are the ones Christi and I spotted in the story here.
Well, this is the end of hopes for eaglets from the famed Hornby Island pair of baldies.
A week ago, one of the eggs went missing without a trace, and this Thursday morning the last remaining egg was found crushed, with no sign of a chick within.
Scientists think the pair may be simply too old to raise a pair of viable eggs to chick stage, although they allow it could just be bad luck. Theories as to what happened to the other egg include predators such as ravens, or the parents inadvertently or deliberately pushing it out of the nest. Apparently, on occasion eagles will decide a certain egg is not viable and will delete it. No traces of eggshell were found on the ground, but another predator or scavenger could have made off with the egg-coated snacks.
"At 11:24 a.m. the eagle got up and the egg was completely broken. I looked as closely as I could but could see no evidence of a chick hatched successfully or of a dead chick," wrote Carrick in an e-mail.
"The parent [female, I believe] looked at this central area for a while and then sat back down just like any other time. We'll have to wait for a while longer."
And here's the eagle cam, for what it's worth now. Just a plain ol' pair of empty nesters.
Proof positive that rap is nothing more and nothing less than verse delivered in a particularly emphatic style. If you read some of the best ancient Greek verse in the original you can see that it would fall naturally into these kinds of rhythms. And here we have a selection from Shakespeare that seems to work pretty darn well. But really, whodathunk that the evidence for this scholarly theory would come from Great Canadian Celebrity the Shat?
Your HandyDandy Rapalong Guide
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
