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And it's now no longer my weekend.

http://rjwoodhead.blogspot.com/2008/08/menticulation-of-diet-coke-in.html -- Mentos. In simulated microgravity.

I am really tempted to get out one of the postcards that I'm attempting to use up, and write a polite and cheerful little postcard to Governor Palin -- one that apologizes for not being able to wish her victory in the upcoming race, but wishes honest health and happiness to her and her family. I find it poorly played when her opponents are remaining classy, and the people who are often calling politicians out for being mudslinging jackasses are doing more slinging, and worse slinging.

In fact, I think elorie says it best: The only question I would ask about that, actually, is something like, "So, Governor Palin, since you support policies which will inevitably raise the rate of teen pregnancy and childbirth, what would you as Vice President do to ensure that all teenage parents have the same kinds of resources, support, and opportunities that your daughter does? ..."
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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