Yesterday I finally turned all the dark purple names on my blogrolls to light purple. (This means I clicked on all of them in the last couple of days.) With the last batch of houseguests gone, a daughter starting cross country practice, and the other adult in the house in Russia, I'm bored. Fortunately I found a lot of great stuff to read.
I was telling someone that most frivolous lawsuit stories are urban myths, but I didn't have a source handy. Now I do, thanks to Wampum. Also read his deconstruction of the Vioxx settlement, and don't believe the headline writers.
Already I'm thinking of my next vacation. According to The Religious Policeman, Saudi Arabia sounds nice, though I must get there before they knock down the idolatrous historical sites. Plus, I haven't been stoned since high school. Might be fun. (via Jarndyce)
Pharyngula smacks down Deepak Chopra so I don't have to.
Taking navel gazing to new heights: Neuron gazing.
I've been harping here about people who refuse to support the troops. Now Maggie at m-pyre joins the chorus. She explains why a lack of support for the troops after they come home is leading to...well, just go read it.
To tie up a theme (wouldn't want anyone to trip and file a frivolous lawsuit) I was listening to Radio 4's Front Row last week and they were talking about Jimi Hendrix, voted greatest guitarist ever in Total Guitar. Most interesting tidbit: The first time he smashed a guitar was an accident. Worked out well for him after that, though, so they would tape up the already smashed guitars to be resmashed on stage. A really smashing discussion, I thought. (Sorry. All the funny lines were snorted already.)
