bunny bowling

Not one of my photos, this one, but I had to post it. Regis has a habit of binking around on the kitchen rug in the evenings and we thought it would be an amusing movie. Not surprisingly, he refuses to move whenever there’s a camera around. Instead, he hides in the bowls.

Needless to say, we’ve made a point of re-washing the bowls before we use them…

linky goodness

Two totally unrelated links on offer today. First is a useful nutritional information site that provides in-depth data about lots and lots of foods, including fast foods. Who knew that coffee is one of the best sources of magnesium and potassium? I wonder if that means it’s not all bad?

The other is a very clever webtool link borrowed off the Arseblog forums. The Rasterbator transforms digital images into huge Lichtenstein-style artworks that you can print out on any printer.

for that tinny complexion

Great story about a pot of face cream found in the Tabard Square archaeological excavation in south London.  Made of tin oxide, starch and fat, the archaeologists believe it was used to whiten the skin.

Found in a temple complex, it seems to imply that it was used by someone working or serving at the site. Could it have been a priest or priestess or perhaps even a performer? If it was a beauty aid for women, it begs the question of who developed the compound? It was a rather complex conncoction that the scientists believe was developed over a long period of time - years of observation and experimentation. Interesting to think that it may have been a woman who thought it up. After all, would a man be bothered?

See also the PCA page about the site.

to sleep, perchance

Don’t know how good it is, but found this dream interpretation site by chance.

the end of mail?

How does this work, then? They’ve shut down all the local post offices near me and now want to close the high street ones as well.

How does one post a package? Where do you get the stamps? My postman doesn’t pick up, and even if he did, there’s no way of telling when (or sometimes if) he’ll come around. He certainly doesn’t carry a postal scale or forms around with him.

It’d be one thing if there was another service that you could use, but short of paying a tenner to post a letter via DHL or something there is none.

I have to wonder what the plan is here. How does a country function with no postal services?

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