Here's a bunch of unrelated links, while I drink yucky tasting antibiotic and psyche myself up for a trip to the dentist and his evil henchwoman-from-hell hygienist.
This may be good news to those of you considering a relationship with a redhead: Redheads not so fiery after all. (Hat tip, Mr. Flake via email. Is he trying to tell me something?)
I must admit popping a bit of a cork when I saw this phrase at First Draft: "In case, in the midst of the "America Supports Your Extra-Fruity Freedom Flakes (Now With More Sugar!)" festival today..." I've been on a mission to stamp out the pejorative use of the word "flake" and I'm especially dismayed to see it used to describe right wing extremists. Watch your language, people! (via Everybody Knows)
But some people have it worse than me when it comes to funny names, especially celebrity offspring. The Times reports they've got nothing on 16th century Cornwallians. (But at least Obedience Ginger and Philadelphia Bunnyface don't have a wingnut festival named after them, not yet anyway.)
The Bitter Greens Journal abuses Monsanto's trademark so you don't have to. (via U.S. Food Policy)
You have heard that England has won the Ashes. At some point I expect to know what the hell that is. Meanwhile, I've learned that the coach of the English team, born in Zimbabwe, has been granted full citizenship after being turned down twice. I think there's a lesson there for those of you facing deportation: Take up cricket in a big way.
It's nice to know that, if I survive the trip to the dentist, I probably won't die of mosquito born illness.
