Whenever I try to look up something, Google usually jumps ahead like a clumsy, overexcited puppy trying to guess what it is Iactually want to know. And then I get so freaked out at the auto-suggestions it gives me that I usually forget what I was originally looking up.
Case in point:
PS. I was actually googling “The dead can’t be owned by people as property” to make sure it wouldn’t be illegal to steal a human head I once knew, so - yes - I realize that I’m in no position to judge here.
It’s sort of a long story.
PPS. Because I know you’re wondering: The term “dead cat bounce” is apparently a financial term created on Wall Street which posits that “even a dead cat will bounce if it falls from a great height.” Conclusion: Don’t walk around on Wall Street without a hard-hat. Also, don’t let stockbrokers catsit for you. Ditto for anyone named “Schrödinger.”
And in entirely unrelated news, it’s time for the weekly wrap up:
What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
What you missed on the internets:
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
This week’s wrap-up is sponsored by Lame Adventures: Unglamorous Tales From Manhattan, a book by Virginia Antonelli (of LameAdventures.com). Virginia Antonelli is a wage slave by day and scribbler by night. She’s a New York City transplant who has taken it upon her scrawny shoulders to write these tales centered not in Manhattan’s opulent heart, but in its less romantic gall bladder. It’s the user’s manual for living life at its fullest, on a wallet at its emptiest, in the metropolis that is the glitziest. You should probably buy it.