horses'; and you're holding of yours'

Name and shame, I say! The above atrocity courtesy of stv, who sent it to me as the subject line of an email, just to see me twitch. Now I'll have to find the staple-remover to disembed all those painful apostrophes from my flesh.

Because stv has stunned all actual brain power through sheer horror piled upon my already-foggy post-insomniac daze, I fall back upon random linkery in place of an actual post. Also, this has to be done quickly as today's IBurst connection, under the tender care of my personal techno-jinx, is more of an IDribble and may refuse to talk to LJ at any moment. Connectile dysfunction, one might say. If one were driven to not very good horrible puns, which of course I am not.

This is an insanely cute flash game of max simplicity and disgusting appeal. It has a bouncy, over-eager bunny with floppy ears and an adorable leaping function, and bouncy, pseudo-baroque music which will drive you to homicidal distraction within about a minute and a half. If half my female readers aren't both addicted to it and loathing themselves within 24 hours, it's a cold, hard world indeed, is all I can say.

This appealed to the postmodern, self-referential RPG geek in me (i.e. possibly most of me). 'Nuff said.

And, courtesy of a number of sites including boingboing, Kurt Vonnegut died yesterday. Woe. The world can't afford to lose postmodern writers capable of rubbing the nose of serious literary critics in the science fiction genre and making them like it. Besides, I loved his writing - Cat's Cradle and The Sirens of Titan made me laugh until I hurt, or possibly hurt until I laughed.

B5 is at T, although I don't know if it's arrived as I was too stunned by my regular Thursday afternoon's horse-whipping of four reluctant students through medieval romance to remember to go and check for it. My guess is we're moving into the plusses.

Bunny Threat Level: lalalalala! Interesting weather for curriculum advice lately.