'Die, GI Infidel!'

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U.S. hostage appears to be toy
A photograph posted on an Islamist Web site appears to be that of an action figure and not a U.S. soldier being held hostage. Liam Cusack, the marketing coordinator for Dragon Models USA, said the figure pictured on the Web site is believed to be "Special Ops Cody," a military action figure the company manufactured in late 2003. ... A U.S. military assault rifle was pointed at its head. It appears that "rifle" was part of the plastic weaponry that came with the action figure
'If you don't concede to our demands, we shall melt your GI Joe doll with a magnifying glass! We shall not let him go over to Barbie's Dream Ski Chalet! We shall put him in compromising positions with My Little Pony! Yours truly, Destro & Cobra Commander
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I can only write this because my Mom won't read it

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Not that my beloved mother doesn't enjoy reading her second favorite son's musings (I'm not bitter - I'm much better looking than my brother, so I still win), but she still does those bendy-finger air quotes when she says the word "internet," so I think I'm safe. Out of idle curiousity, I broke out my math skills today. Let's say I drink six cans of Diet Coke (a.k.a. 'The Sweet Nectar of Life') a day. Let's say six, because while it sometimes only one or two, it is also sometimes more like six 2 liter bottles. Note to self: Don't try to hold a coherent conversation after that much caffienated goodness. 1 can of Diet Coke = 12 fl. oz = 0.75 pounds (yes, I know that fluid ounces and weight ounces aren't the same. What, are the International Standards of Weights & Measures Police going to come take me away, Mr. Anal? It's close enough.) 6 cans * 0.75 lbs = 4.5 lbs 4.5 lbs * 365 days = 1642.5 lbs a year 1 Ken (175 lbs) / 1642.5 = 9.4 Kens I drink almost nine and a half times my own body weight in Diet Coke a year. I am, like, totally going to live forever.
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These are not the droids you're looking for

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Saturday night, and it's getting on towards 8:30pm - the Official (and generally enforced) Bedtime. I wave my fingers in front of the critter's face. 'You are getting sleepy. Jedi Mind Trick. You want to go to bed.' The Critter: 'Nope. Not sleepy.' *grin* Me: ...sigh... About 10 minutes later, she wanders back into the living room and hops up onto the arm of the couch next to me. Holding her hand in front of my face and wiggling her fingers, she states: 'Daddy get me more juice. In the pink cup.' My daughter, dark lord of the Sith. I don't think I've ever been more proud...
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