On Bea Arthur, menacing Logan Airport. No, really.

Bea Arthur: Thank You For Being a Terrorist

Next, from cesperanza, an explanation of why we're never going to !#$@ing get The Sentinel on dvd.

And, the best find of the day, georgelazenby's LiveJournal. George appears to be a good friend of Oliver Sacks. Oliver Sacks is a fairly famous neurologist who wrote the fascinating book: The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat.

George is a pretty damn good writer as well, and in the following three posts, he explains about:

Oliver Sack's fascination with heavy elements, specifically iridium

How the iridium nearly led to to his painful, and incredibly embarassing death by iridium.

And finally, a wonderful segment on the batshit crazy Russians who melted the iridium down in their big-ass furnace, capable of temperatures of 3,000C, or something approaching, you know, the Sun.

(If too many details about heavy elements bore you, start with Death by Iridium)

"It is the shirt which matches well to a handsome cat and which was pretended just for a moment. "

I laughed. Until I cried. And then I laughed some more. I am, in fact, still laughing.

I may never recover.

"I am a frog."

edited to turn the comments on. *kicks LJ*