"While Finland's Roope Tonteri was psyching himself up for his final run during the men's slopestyle competition yesterday, his coach seemed relaxed while knitting.

I spent my procrastination time allotted for a couple of hours of getting stuff done making this rough sketch that should please all sides. Either that, or none of them.

...For you to take your business elsewhere. KB offers an unspecified Asian servants-class for your retirement needs:

My father was on a short business trip to Kiev this week, and I asked him to email me something about what he saw there. This is what he wrote:

Meaning that if you start your post with that, or something in the same vein, you'd have no business showing your face near these parts either. Or those parts. It is like the other side of smarm, not snark, but smugness that is tolerable in small degrees but not in the comments of every post. Maybe when I'm the…

...But this hits the mark more or less perfectly, in addition to being otherwise wonderful enough to warrant a post. And that is not my opinion, but an objective fact. ETA:I don't even know how to get the uncropped image in the preview.

Or what is the opposite of following the hermeneutic circle, or spiral or whatever. This post may not be an argument in favor of my sanity, but try along with me here. I was thinking about what to call it when someone seems to be purposefully grabbing onto every chance of misunderstanding, and taking the idea of…

or something an owl aficionado would enjoy anyway? I was just thinking, because owls seem to be in vogue here, and that would probably fit in a regular envelope.

Also quite pricey, but...

I just saw another link to a blog post on the sexual politics of "Blurred Lines", and I thought to myself: bleurgh. There are other songs out there that music bloggers could write about, like this one. I like jangly post-punk and this song is quite unique in how it approaches the subject matter.

(Pictured: Damn metal musicians, contributing to umlaut inflation, which certainly doesn't help with this problem.)

"Oh, sorry love, I almost bumped into you" said a really wasted British man when I was buying a Coke at a gas station today. I thought "I'm not your love, dude" and "Love yourself, bitch", although I didn't say either response.

I don't think I'm suffering from some multiculti delirium by wondering this. Neither am I being facetious, although as a woman who shops at army surplus stores for clothes to wear in everyday life I do recognize that this is not a problem that comes up often for most people and may sound bizarre.

(Pictured: Sea Britain) Some very possibly impractical ideas: