Training Camp for Rookies
I don't do cute.
I don't do crying babies.
But every once in a while, the fantasticness of cute, crying babies infiltrates my cold cold heart. (Link via BoingBoing.)
In alphabetical order:
: plays with lasers by day, analyzes policy by night, sings madrigals on the side.
: wannabe Jane Jacobs, with 8 pairs of shoes under her desk.
: an artist and science illustrator, and skilled eyebrow archer.
: a law student with a dark past in software engineering and ballroom dancing.
: mathematician, synthesist.
: writer, journalist, instigator. Eventually hopes to integrate all three.
: Wordsmith and professional danger minimizer.
: part monkey, part robot, all toasty.
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I don't do cute.
I don't do crying babies.
But every once in a while, the fantasticness of cute, crying babies infiltrates my cold cold heart. (Link via BoingBoing.)
Comments (4)
oh i so want to see a sumo changing a diaper now.
Posted on Apr-30-2007 | Link
Sumo wrestlers in glasses are so interesting! I mean, they look like they could be dudes I know from school or something.... except way way bigger!
Posted on May-01-2007 | Link
That is so strangely appealing. . .I bet it would be less appealing with sound, though.
Posted on May-01-2007 | Link
sumo babies!
Posted on May-09-2007 | Link