(My response to Dennis of FourSquare, who commented on the last post)
Hi Dennis. I love that you're "(totally stalking all the foursquare blog posts btw)." It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and the customer service person in me goes all soft and mushy. Which, given my penchant for avoiding soft and mushy unless kittens or pandas are involved, is impressive.
You might be "super scrappy right now" but I love (LOVE) your site and the app and have no doubt that everything will be even better by June 1, and only continue to improve. The fact that you personally have responded to all of my concerns (line by line, which is EXACTLY like our head developer at work and makes me all soft and mushy again) makes me even more of an evangelist for your site. I'm pretty sure at this point you could make it so I can see my point total, copy and paste your responses to me in the "help" section of the site and I would be such a lover of FourSquare that you could still put a flaming bag of buffalo poo on my porch and curse my first born child to have peg legs and an eye patch and I would still tell everyone I know on Twitter that they HAVE to use FourSquare because it's JUST THAT AWESOME. Also, a pirate baby would be pretty cool. So thank you, Dennis, for making my day and having such a cool product that I was motivated enough to write about it.
And now for today's YRMC
From BoingBoing: Replica Monty Python hand grenade causes bomb scare

Seriously. Somebody thought that the weapon brought out to blow up a frickin' bunny was an actual bomb. It's made out of the same fabric as IceCapades outfits. It says "Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch" on it. And someone actually thought that it was a genuine weapon. IN LONDON.
When I was a freshman in high school, when we started learning about the Dark Ages my teacher (Ms. Antonakos) played the very beginning of the movie, where the gits are beating their heads with boards, to show us the difference between flagellants and flatulence.
5 years later, I went to my geology class my sophomore year of college and watched a 280 pound man with a beard like a hippy and barely any hair on his head jump up and down and screech "CLEAVAGE" at the top of his lungs pointing at the magician Tim (John Cleese)...or rather, pointing at the cleavage in the rocks BEHIND Tim. In the same world where Monty Python and the Holy Grail was used to teach me about the Dark Ages and rock cleavage, some silly man working on a fire hydrant in a major metropolitan area in the country that created most of the men in that damned movie saw a shiny vinyl toy and assumed it was a bomb.
As a great man once said "You silly English ka-nig-its. I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries." And then they added "Thanks for ruining my childhood" but that part had to get edited out for time.
Also, who wants to have pirate babies with me?