Okay, listen. That clip made me cry, so there's no freaking way gay marriage can be wrong.

Perhaps the sneakers were the kind with air pockets in them, making them more likely to float. Anyway, I'd put my money on cargo-ship crews getting into drunken brawls, killing one another, and arranging speedy burials at sea.

Of course, the chances of a falling satellite actually harming anyone, hydrazine or no, is vanishingly close to nil.

More likely, the US wants to a) make sure all the spy stuff is obliterated and/or b) test their satellite-shooting-down capabilities.

For me, the Sierra Legal Defense Fund trumps them all.

When I was a new reader of BoingBoing, I was a little mystified by all this talk of "DRM," as it was never made clear what the letters stood for. Eventually (meaning a few months later), I overcame my laziness enough to find out.

I wonder how many BB readers have no idea what "DMCA" means. I'm betting that it's many.

Define your obscure acronyms, people!

I assure you that I'm not just saying this to be contrary, but when I saw these critters in my morning paper, I just gritted my teeth at how incredibly lame I thought they looked. No accouting for taste, I guess ...

Here's a very entertaining book-ful of such intersting conjectures, not least amongst which is "What if Earth was tilted like Uranus?"

What If the Moon Didn't Exist?
by Neil F. Comins
Harper Collins 1993

ISBN 0-06-016864-1