I am a fervently aligned anti-Olympics activist in theory, though not in practice in any real sense, so I stayed home from the big demonstration the other day. Thus I missed the mysteriously poetic prediction depicted here:
I should get out more, but not really.
UPDATE: Aha. Mr. Google tells me that it is a lyric from a Rise Against song called "State of the Union". Demystification can be a drag.
An animal protection group is investigating claims made by British band The Fall[']s Mark E. Smith that he killed two endangered red squirrels and condones the deliberate running over of seagulls, it said Thursday. The revered but unpredictable frontman of Manchester band The Fall said that he would not hesitate setting about a squirrel with a pair of hedge-clippers.
"Squirrels mean nothing to me. I killed a couple last weekend actually. They were eating my garden fence," Smith told Uncut magazine, although it was unclear whether he had confused the animal with their more prevalent American grey cousins.
The singer, whose group has gone through 50 different members and produced 27 albums in their career, also said he "wouldn't have a problem" with people purposefully driving over seagulls in their cars.
Feministing commenters debate whether an online thesaurus ought to list "the weaker sex" as a synonym for "female."
UPDATE: The problem is no more. Next stop, "tomato"...
I imagine it would be a little hard to explain to someone who has never encountered the "buttrolling" variant of "rickrolling," but, for anyone who has encountered the b. v. of r., the latest South Park features a truly hilarious parody of it. If parody is the word I want: