If there’s one thing I can affirm as the scourge of my daily working experience, it is emails. And within the world of email, it’s the reply to all button. Do not use the reply to all button in anger. >.>

Intersection: “The man in the wheelchair pushed a straw into his soda, and I watched from my heated seat, wondering for the second time if maybe he’d lost his legs to Diabetes. Coke, Diet Coke. It seemed like such an important decision.” Dammit, Fish, I’m trying to work here.

I live! Just. Stuff has been happening, but nothing blog-worthy (or blog-able), and no ponderous thoughts have been appearing either, which leads to a general twiddling of thumbs. So what does one do when one has nothing to discuss? One… talks about the weather. And can I just say once more, it is bloody freezing up in this joint. When the footpath is covered in a thin layer of frost-ice in the morning, and your breath mists instantly even during midday, it’s cold. When you’re walking to work at dawn and the sun sets shortly after lunch, you know it’s not exactly cheer-inducing. ...

Ok, I get the idea of alternative universes. I even dig the concept of a semi-steampunk world where people’s souls are ‘outside their bodies’, and exist as anthropomorphic animals that may or may not have the ability to speak (dependent on the importance of the character). I can even follow the idea of Nicole Kidman… well, when she is dressed as fine as that, I can follow her pretty much anywhere. ...

Car Crash Test Videos: the Smart ForTwo (70mph, full head on) vs the Chery Amulet (don’t know speed, partial head on). The Smart comes off remarkably well, while the Chery completely collapses to the B pillar (i.e. a Bad Thing). (via) (bonus! A plane in a crash test against a wall completely disintegrating)