I'm perfectly content to allow a full ban on cuttlefish abortions. I'm all about reasonable appeasement.

It's like the ultimate arms-length Facebook self-portrait.

Shameful exhibitionism: those clouds should all be wearing pants.

Alternately, if a photographic subject is looking up and to the right, it might indicate that they are Mariah Carey or Christian Siriano.

Which dispels the whole "positive/into the future" thing, maybe.

My cat does this all the time; rests his claws against something in order to suggest that he juuuuuust might have to shred it, and then once I make eye contact, he streaks off, hoping I'll chase him all around the house.

And now I fear the day when he notices the fire extinguisher, or finds the empties.

As much as I love the distinctive phlow of Harper's Weekly Reviews, this particular snippet made me feel as though I'd ingested some "colourful craft beads that are joined together to create designs."

I watched both videos and I still can't decide if the image on the right is a small, white, terrier rearing up on its back legs, a kid in light-colored clothes and a white baseball cap, or a trespassing terrier furry.

If it's the last, it's doomed to become three thousand LJ icons.