1. April, 2002 - No Foolin'

• The Top Ten April Fool's Day Hoaxes of All Time. Enjoy. [fark!]
• Cops break up Critical Mass last Friday. Bad cop! No donut! There's been quite a bit of discussion about it on the Minneapolis Issues mailing list.
• March wasn't quite lion enough to add to weather records. March was 0.4 degree F too warm to make the coldest month of the winter. [strib]
• Local 'zine The Rake has an article on Dinkytown and Bob Dylan this month. They interviewed Snaker Dave Ray and other about what the music scene was like when Bobby Zimmerman blew threw town. [Jim]
• Selig's arm-twisting act opens in Missouri, since apparently both the Royals and the Cardinals need new stadia. Apparently the willingness of Minnesota legislators to build a new stadium here has given him more confidence. [strib]
• Want to know where those Work from Home signs come from? [daypop]
• Odd Todd: The Corporate Mofo Interview. A Man Without a Mission. [fark!]
• Underground History - Disused Stations on London's Underground. Cool bits about the tube.
• Here's some foolishness from previous years. 2001, 2000, 1999, 1998. The links aren't freshness dated, so some might not be good anymore. Sorry about that.
• Walking to and from the store last night, I noticed again that I pay a lot more attention to my neighbors' dogs than I do to the neighbors themselves. There's Sasha, a golden retriever. She's a real sweetie, if perhaps a bit long in the tooth. She almost never barks, except a quick Hello. Her owner's a pretty blonde, too. There's the chocolate dog who's like the kid who always got busted for talking in the library. She's happy to see friends, and doesn't realize how loud she is. She'll run a full block to come and say hello in person, hollering the whole way. Her owner and the owner's daughter seem nice enough. There's the pair of dalmatians who never say a word when their owner's got 'em out walking. They seem shy or reserved. I don't really know the guy who walks 'em. He doesn't say much, either. But in all these cases, I'm a lot more interested in the dog than the owner. I'm pretty sure I get along better with the dogs, too. It's not that I don't like people, but you can't exactly get away with crouching down and sniffing a strange human's butt. With dogs, it's de rigueur.

Copyright 2008, Dave Polaschek. Last updated on Mon, 01 Apr 2002 07:00:29.