How To Fix Your Holiday Funk.
Six Childhood Scourges We’ve Forgotten About, Thanks to Vaccines. Most Americans, including doctors, have no memory of the devastating diseases that routinely threatened children until the 1960s. (via Nag on the Lake)
Minnesotastan's First Letter to Santa. He was three years old. (via Everlasting Blort)
An Impossible Situation is Made Clear as Day. How did this car get stuck up on a bollard?
The original Charlie Brown Christmas special promo from 1965, with an additional scene.
“I Can’t Afford My Oxygen”: The Human Toll of For-Profit Insurance. (via Fark)
That Time A Cow Ate 19 Sticks Of Dynamite And Exploded. Plus other tales of livestock munching on dangerous and delicious dynamite. (Thanks, WTM!)
Churches and their Hidden Basement Bowling Alleys.
4 comments:
Randy Rainbow nails it again!
My old parish had two ABC-inspected and sanctioned bowling alleys in the basement of the parish hall (next door to the church) with old hand-operated pinsetting machines, and when I was in high school I had a job as a pinboy for a couple of years.
-"BB"-
I remember quite well the terror rippling through town every time a new polio case was announced. The mothers comparing notes about who had contact with them, and what activities did they attend like Scouts, town swimming hole, or Sunday school. The victim faced unknown hurtles plus became an instant pariah.
If Santa sees me when I’m sleeping and knows when I’m awake, why write a letter when I can just tell him?
Then again, if he sees me, he knows it’s coal in the sock time.
I got a letter from some Federal agency saying I had been the victim of a data breach at a company I had never heard of. Checking into it, I found my doctor(s) submit a bill to their parent medical group, it’s then passed to the company in question who passes it to my insurance company. But sometimes there is another company in between before my insurance company. I assume each step along the way costs money, and eventually it’s me paying for all this complexity.
Churches are perfect for bowling. When I was in a league I heard the name of the Lord and his son spoken frequently.
xoxoxoBruce
That impossible situation illustration was sheer genius. Well done Hriibek!
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