Why does the weasel go pop? – the secret meaning of our best-loved nursery rhymes. is an awesome look at some of the more popular nursery rhymes.
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Why does the alarm clock snooze button give you nine extra minutes, not 10?
Glad You Asked answers one of the questions that’s bothered me for a looooong time.
Food goes bad when?
The ‘best before’ challenge … One man boldly goes beyond the use-by dates on his food
British, not American, dates, but I suspect the theory still stands on this side of the pond. There are a lot of conversations in my house about the difference between “when in doubt, throw it out” and “for God’s sake, it’s fine, eat it.” One thing that they don’t mention here are leftovers — which definitely don’t hold up anywhere near as well as the food when it arrives from the supermarket.
An old joke, but a goodie.
Did this one for a Fark Caturday thread a while ago. It makes a good emergency comic.
Busted! What Should I Do Now?
Here’s a handy article about how police officers would like you to behave if you’re pulled over. My dad had told me a long time ago to always let the office know what you were about to do before you do it. That’s in here, and so are a number of others.
We need more parents like this one.
Why I Let My 9-Year-Old Ride the Subway Alone.
When I was a kid, say, 8 or 9 years old, there were a rash of “I’ve got candy – get in my car” snatchings. Or at least that must’ve happened at some point. We didn’t have the constant media onslaught but everyone in all the schools were taught not to talk to strangers, not to take candy or puppies or anything else from strangers, and to run and tell an adult if something weird was going on.
Quite frankly, my friends and I (there were quite a few of us in this age group on my block) never got questioned or approached once by an adult who didn’t want to know which way to turn to get to the supermarket, or what the hell road they were on.
And if there was one piece of advice we were much more interested in, it was Avoid Stray Dogs. Because when you’re four foot tall and less than 100 lbs, a stray Laborador is freakin’ huge.
My folks did freak when I missed the bus and walked the five blocks home from the elementary school by myself, but we all lived through it. They freaked because I wasn’t on the bus, more than because I could get kidnapped. I think I was eight, or maybe nine. I had already been allowed to bike up to three blocks from my house — which had been the same house my father grew up in, and he’d biked to the next town over by his early teens.
Even once we moved to the sticks, I biked two miles in one direction or another to see friends, go to the grocery store, etc. and we didn’t have sidewalks (or in many cases shoulders on the road) or helmets or bike lights or anything.
My kid sister (to my knowledge) rarely if ever biked to a friend’s house and rarely if ever walked home from school. Yes, it was partially because we were in the middle of freaking nowhere, but it was also partially because you just don’t let your kids do that had already set in.
I applaud this mother for letting her kid learn and explore his world. He knows she trusts him (he probably also knows the consequences of betraying that trust) and he knows more about his own strengths than a whole lot of kids would otherwise.
Hilarious Muppets blooper reel
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