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Badass Russian Grandma vs Wild Hungry Wolf

I have a papercut on the tip of my pinky finger.  It makes typing slightly unpleasant, each keystroke in the top left area of the keyboard hurts a tiny bit.

Whiny-assed bitching like that is about all I have to really worry about in my coddled cozy first world life.  Unlike this 56 year old Russian Grandmother, who was tending her herd of sheep and cows (which is still a thing in, oh, EVERYWHERE but North America let’s say) when a wolf attacked her herd.  A wild, horrible wolf the size of the Mini Cooper I parked my minivan next to this morning and admired as I walked to work with my travel mug full of coffee (aw fiddlesticks, it’s almost too cold to be enjoyable now).

So anyway, this woman was tending the animals that are rather singularly important to her livelihood and survival on this planet, when a tremendously scary predator decided to eat one of her calves.  Not today, comrade.  She managed to save the calf the wolf tried to eat, only to have the wolf attack her for her trouble.  It bit her hand and wouldn’t let go, despite her efforts to pry it’s enormous terrible mouth open.  I don’t know about you, but my wolf-attack-defence repertoire is pretty thin after 1) shriek like a girl and 2) wet pants.  Not this lady.

Mrs Maksudova explained she wanted to throttle the wolf to death but was  forced to reach for her axe when she could not prise the animal’s jaws open.

‘So I just left my hand, and the wolf was just clawing into it, pulling on  it, pulling away like this,’ she said.

‘And then I took the axe and hit him on the head.’

Nope, her SECOND go-do is to grab her axe.  Honestly.  Her FIRST instinct was to choke the wolf to death with her BARE HANDS.  Stupid wolf, bringing a million years of cold-blooded evolution-honed killing to a bare handed fight with a grandmother.  Yep, her bare hands are her most deadly, reliable weapon, followed by her steel axe.  My bare hand hurt a lot pressing down on some keys just to tell you this.

Jebus, but remind me again to never ever cross a Russian grandmother.

Go read the article, but mostly watch the video of this remarkable, dangerous lady.

Restaurant Review makes me want to meet the author

I should preface this by saying that this appears to be a review of a restaurant that bears “the name of someone who is on TV”, which as anyone that knows us Television-blind Vallentynes, results in a bemused shrug from me.  But forget about that for a moment, since you will no doubt know who Guy Fieri is already.  It seems he opened a new restaurant in Times Square recently and this gentleman went to sample the fare and write a review for the New York Times.  What he ended up doing was an exercise in awesomeness, a shining example of snark, sarcasm, and just plain old nasty.
It’s fantastic, I highly recommend you go and read this, it starts with a bang and just keeps coming.  Some of my favourites:

Hey, did you try that blue drink, the one that glows like nuclear waste? The watermelon margarita? Any idea why it tastes like some combination of radiator fluid and formaldehyde?

Somewhere within the yawning, three-level interior of Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar, is there a long refrigerated tunnel that servers have to pass through to make sure that the French fries, already limp and oil-sogged, are also served cold?

….

SERVICE The well-meaning staff seems to realize that this is not a real restaurant.

 

Needless to say, it’s a masterpiece of a review.  The restaurant doesn’t sound so hot though.

NY Times Review of Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar

St Bernard doesn’t like stairs

You don’t need to hear what these people are saying to enjoy the heck out of this one.  Looks like the big guy got up those stairs ok, but wasn’t too keen about going back down….  Stay with it, I thought they were going to let him just tough it out, but he ends up being babied just fine.  Funny stuff.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOxg1m6k_Vs”

I saw that on Buzzfeed, good stuff.

Hootsuite Privacy Fail

This morning my phone was acting a bit strangely, I couldn’t delete some messages from Hootsuite for some reason.  I opened up the laptop to see what was really in my inbox and it seems that they messed up large today.  Hundreds and hundreds of messages sent with their subscriber addresses in the clear for all to see in the To: line.  A mistake, obviously but the added bit is the message is a reminder that “your 60 day trial is expiring” and to sign up soon.  Methinks that most of these people won’t be signing up anytime soon.

Myself included.

800 messages and counting……