I’m afraid we’re going to have to award these guys the “Worst Organizers in the History of Earth” award.
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“Well, Mr. Know-It-All, this is a fine mess. You said, let’s run down this alley, and they’ll go for that dude standing in the doorway! How does that seem to be workin’ for us so far?
This blog is proud to bring you, for the first time ever, photos of the Belgian sport of cyclist hunting. A match consists of two teams – the “pedalers,” with their festive regalia and jaunty helmets, and the “huge cannon-shooters,” with, well, their massive field pieces and really heavy cannonballs. That’s the team you want to be on if you have a choice.
Well, they buried Raymond Cornell on Monday, but his daughter Emma wasn’t able to be at the funeral. It’s not that she’s in prison or aboard the Space Shuttle or anything like that. It’s just that she’s a contestant on a TV reality show, and telling her that Dad is dead would have disrupted her shot at stardom.
A century ago there was a writer named William Sydney Porter, who wrote wonderful stories under the pen name O. Henry. His tales, like “The Gift of the Magi” and “The Ransom of Red Chief” had surprise endings, and I mention it because he could have done justice to the Philip Workman story.