Since I spend most of my day driving, I have become addicted to podcasts, which I can play in the platypus to my heart’s content because it will play CDRWs with MP3 files. I try to pass things I have listened to on to Joy but invariably forget (or garble) the details. Joy on the other hand has a constant Internet connection at work, so she has developed a large collection of blogs she regularly reads. She can simply send a link on to me when she wants to share something. The thing is, what invariably happens is that my short attention span and overall click-happy tendencies often lead me into a maze of increasingly strange subject matter. Which is how I got to this:
By the way, if you are actually paying attention, you will realize that we are sitting here posting this on a Saturday night, which does not speak well of our social life… or rather the lack thereof.
Warning: this link is not for the squeamish. If the thought of canned duck fetuses sends you running, you might skip it. One of the comments kinda sums it up: “I just threw up in my mouth.”
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