Cue my semi-annual "standard, daylight, split the difference, pick something else, I really don't care, just pick something and STICK WITH IT!!!!" rant. I just don't see enough benefit to DST to be worth all the hassle of changing clocks around, scheduling problems, etc.

I wasn't alive back then, but my grandfather reports that his younger sister fell for this. He told me that right after I'd caught the last few minutes of "Special Bulletin" as a wee-hours re-run with no indication it wasn't a newscast. He thought it was funny. :)

Didn't the writer of this article use spell-check? Typos abound.

My immediate thought was "what in the world is that poor bear EATING, and is he/she sick or something?"

About the Back to the Future question, sure, if Lorraine had the "Calvin Klein" look-alike baby nine months after the events of the movie, then George would be right to wonder about that. However, if Marty was 17 in 1985, he was born around 1968, about 13 years after the events of the movie, by which time George and Lorraine are already busy with whatever he's doing to provide for a family and with raising their kids (remember, Marty's the youngest of three). Probably, neither one's memory of what someone they saw a few times over the course of a week when they were in high school (and rather preoccupied with their own new relationship as well) was going to be all that clear. :)

Also, SenorMysterioso has a very good point. Figure after Marty's birth, he didn't reach his nearly-adult "Calvin Klein" appearance until about age 16 or 17, thus even more time for his parents' memories of that long-ago short-term acquaintance to fade.

Probably won't be long enough to keep your feet covered, though.

Nope, I'll stick to (no pun intended) human vampires ;). They have individual judgment to deal with unusual situations (I'm one of those people with difficult veins to stab into), and usually are better conversationalists than a robot (I agree with Katey about the need for distraction).

Fish, you would think. In the very small town I grew up, there was an animal control officer (for quite a while, my grandfather held that job), so you'd think in a larger city, they'd have a department of people trained to handle these problems.

I don't think my grandfather ever had to deal with emus. The occasional stray horse or such, plus the usual dogs and cats, but I don't recall him mentioning any emus.

I liked the woolly chair too. Looks cuddly (and I'm sure my cat would like it too). Would be a pain to clean it, though.

Glad to see Cake Wrecks (http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com) got credited. Believe it or not, they have ones even worse than the ones in this article.

Seems to me that after so long, it's probably past time that symbols and such appropriated by Hitler and his bunch be reclaimed and given new and better meanings.

A larger bed doesn't do much good if your spouse is a snorer (mine is). We're also not always on the same sleep cycle, so sometimes we're in there at the same time, sometimes not, and it's far from unheard of for one of us to migrate to the couch if one can't settle down (such as when one has a bad cold and is snoring a lot or arthritis is making it difficult for one to find a comfortable position) and is disturbing the other.

We did find a partial solution to blanket-stealing. On a double/full size bed, we use the correct size bottom fitted sheet, but have queen-size top flat sheet and blanket so there's more width of covers available, which did help. We can usually arrive at mutually acceptable temperature, sound, etc.

When my husband was working in a thrift store, he came across a binder of old magazines that had belonged to a relative of his who lived several states away. How they got to our area, good question.

Maybe voters in these towns should consider voting in ADULTS next election?

Gail Pink, I'd never thought about what the world outside Punxsutawney might be doing during all of this. I ran this one past my husband (we're both fond of this movie and both have geek tendencies). His take on it, which makes sense to me, is that at the reset point (apparently at or shortly before 6am), Phil is pulled out of the flow of time and dropped back in at the beginning of the loop 24 hours earlier. To everyone else in the world, time just flows along as one continuous stream, with Phil being the only one for whom there's anything unusual.