Rowan Atkinson is either very lucky, or is more like Edmund Blackadder than he’d like to admit. First, he crashes his car in 1999, then he narrowly escapes death on his own plane, and then yesterday wrecks another car in a racing mishap. I’ve got a cunning plan, Mr. Atkinson – do your own flying, and let other people drive from now on.

American threatens own funeral walk-out over Danny Boy ban
Mr McKenna wrote in a letter to The Providence Visitor, the Diocese’s official newspaper: “I want Danny Boy sung at my funeral mass and, if it isn’t, I’m going to get up and walk out.”

Wow. Just…wow.

German band want to be together forever
A German pop band has bought a communal crypt so they can stay together even when the music stops for good.

Three things immediately sprang to mind when reading this article:
1) That’s really creepy.
2) Even for a band that’s been together for 20 years, isn’t this a little presumptous? What if the bass player wants to be buried with his…you know…what are those things called…oh yeah – WIFE?
3) Those wacky, zany Germans are at it again.

And now, your Horoscope for the week.

Once again, it’s time to play CAPTION THE PHOTO!

Photo courtesy of the good people at Yahoo! News

Oh dear.
BBC News | EUROPE | Coming soon – Dracula Land

Courtesy of State Farm, here’s intersections with funny names.

So, I’ve been thinking about the best way to approach this on my blog, and I guess I should just come out with it…

I’m bored. I’m not talking about work right now (things are actually going well at ETS) – I’m talking about my personal life. I think everyone around me has written me off as a sad-sack hermit recluse who doesn’t like being around other people. I think I spend time with a total of 4 people, and with the exception of one, it’s been at least 3 weeks since I’ve seen any of them. Most of my friends from school (the ones I’ve managed ot keep track of) are living in the City, doing their thing. I don’t know what to do.

Seven rescued by Coast Guard as A.C. fireworks barge burns
Does anyone know the whereabouts of a certain Six Flags shows supervisor at around 9:30 last night?

Sitcom Rule #7:
If you’re watching a sitcom wherein a character refers to himself as “Dr. Love” (example: “So he’s come to Dr. Love for advice…”), shut the television off and ram your head through a piece of drywall. Chances are, the drywall will kill fewer brain cells.
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