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People with no kids don’t know
Sorry I’ve been MIA for the past two days. My daughter caught a stomach virus and it’s been rough. She’s doing much better now. My car, on the other hand, still smells of vomit. C’est la vie.
Speaking of kids, I wanted to share this video from stand-up comedian Michael McIntyre, which cracked me up and spoke to me as a parent. (BTW, last year, he was reported to be the highest grossing comedian in the world. Who knew?)
The 23 most wonderfully Scottish things that have ever happened
I lived in Scotland for two years and it remains one of my favorite places on the planet! And so I really loved this Buzzfeed.com list of the 23 most wonderfully Scottish things that have ever happened. Particularly numbers 1, 10 and 20.
“Downton Tabby”
Well, if you’ve ever felt like “Downton Abbey” is missing a bit of feline flair (and who hasn’t?), keep an eye out for “Downton Tabby” by Chris Kelly, which will be released Dec. 3.
If this cover is an indicator of the quality read that awaits, we are all in for a treat!
Unicycling Darth Vadar goes Scottish with flaming bagpipes
Yes, you read that right! It could only happen in Portland! *Sigh* I ♥ Portland!
Sorry, but do you speak English?
I stumbled upon this wonderful essay, “Sorry, but do you speak English?” by Terry Eagleton in last weekend’s
“Wall Street Journal.”
He’s just published “Across the Pond: An Englishman’s View of America”, a humorous look at America from an Englishman’s point of view. He writes:
“Not long ago, an American friend was driving rather too vigorously in the west of Ireland when he was pulled over by a Gard (police officer). “What would happen if you were to run into Mr. Fog?” the Gard inquired gruffly in his thick Irish brogue. Stung by this patronizing query, my friend replied with heavy sarcasm, “Well, I guess I’d put Mr. Foot on Mr. Brake.” Whereupon the officer stared at him rather strangely and growled, “I said mist or fog.”
My friend, as it happens, is an anthropologist. For one enthralling moment he thought he had stumbled upon a tribe in the west of Ireland which personified aspects of the weather, speaking of Mrs. Hailstorm, Master Sunshine and so on. But it was just another case of international miscommunication.









