1. One (actually, probably several or even “bunches”) of my readers survived or are surviving breast cancer. This is breast cancer awareness month. Check yourselves, ladies. And men, what better reason to go to your woman and say, “Woman! Let me feel you up. It’s for the greater good.” Grandmother of PittGirl did not survive breast cancer, so it is a fight dear to my heart. So go fight it. Tell it PittGirl sent you and that should it even eyeball her, she’s armed with nunchaku.
2. Several (maybe even “bunches) of readers are pointing out a New York Times article about Lukey in which Lukey kind of takes a big arrow of blame, loads it into his bow, and hits the media square between the eyeballs. Like I told reader Zach, “I just don’t know what to write.”
On one hand, I’m all, yes, the media has been kind of hard on Lukey who sometimes seems to be doing a decent job, but on the other hand I’m all Lukey IS a starry-eyed, autograph-seeking, bar-hopping, concert-going, perk-loving, blame-deflecting controversy magnet.
Also, shouldn’t The Judge or you 2 Political Junkies peeps be photoshopping the hell out of this?
(h/t Zach, Robert, BullDog, Ed Heath, M. Silenus)
3. I heart Sidney Crosby so much, and if he wasn’t so young, he’d be my self-united husband right now. This is the video that goes with this post. Like reader NoSide15212 said, “There is NO WAY this kid is a professional athlete.”
That’s because most professional athletes would have knocked on the door, tossed the lady the box, and turned to walk away saying, “Later, bitch. I’d come in but I don’t want to get the stink of common folk on my jersey.”
4. Classy! (h/t KGC)
5. A three-block radius near the Waterfront is now receiving a new radio station signal that plays sounds, right now, the sound of a sparrow.
Next week, the two plan to play the sound of the rivers.
“We’re going to get on a row boat, find out where the three rivers meet, drop microphone down there and record it,” said Pena.
The Steel Valley Arts Council encourages the public to suggest some creative sounds.
Oooh! I’ve got one. The sound of a pigeon dying. Make it happen.
6. Something else for you to worry about. You’re welcome.
7. KDKA has a slideshow on that Bodies exhibit. I have to say, I’m starting to get less grossed out and more intrigued. This must be what happens as doctors go through medical school and stop puking every day. At least that’s how I imagine I would be if I went to medical school.
I’m particularly fascinated with the actual smoker’s lungs. Gross.