The Boy will love this 1981 news report on the emerging interweb thingy (via Scout Finch at Daily Kos).
Is this the best complaint letter ever? It was written by a frustrated foody to Virgin Atlantic Airlines and was supposedly read by Richard Branson himself, who called the customer thanking him for his feedback. Read the whole thing, as they say. I was in tears.
“I'll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it's Christmas morning and you're sat their with your final present to open. It's a big one, and you know what it is. It's that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.Only you open the present and it's not in there. It's your hamster Richard. It's your hamster in the box and it's not breathing. That's how I felt when I peeled back the foil and saw this:”
"Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking it's more of that Baaji
custard. I admit I thought the same too, but no. It's mustard Richard. MUSTARD.
More mustard than any man could consume in a month. On the left we have a piece
of broccoli and some peppers in a brown glue-like oil and on the right the chef
had prepared some mashed potato. The potato masher had obviously broken and so
it was decided the next best thing would be to pass the potatoes through the
digestive tract of a bird.
Once it was regurgitated it was clearly then blended and mixed with a bit of
mustard. Everybody likes a bit of mustard Richard."
RIP John Updike.
After about 70 years as a non-starter, the flying car may finally be here.
Today’s slide show is Bad Astronomy’s top ten photos of 2008.