Osmium Penguin

Aw gee, only 15 seconds off my record for a Sunday NYT crossword. I'm sure I lost at least that much time by using the phone keyboard.

Chromosomesis

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But the problem remains, how would you induce the loose Seuss snus juice moose excuse truce caboose to vamoose?

When you finally read the last post, you would be so excited to see the loose Seuss snus juice moose excuse truce caboose vamoose.

The last post in this thread would then become its loose Seuss snus juice moose excuse truce caboose.

If you accept that you're never going to make me stop, we will have reached a loose Seuss snus juice moose excuse truce.

If you try to make me apologize for this thread, I will blithely whistle a loose Seuss snus juice moose excuse.

If Theodor Geisel's pouchless Swedish tobacco spittoon was shaped like contemporary North American megafauna, it would be a loose Seuss snus juice moose.

If Theodor Geisel spat his used pouchless Swedish tobacco into a spittoon, that spittoon would hold loose Seuss snus juice.

If Theodor Geisel's Swedish tobacco did not come in a pouch, it would be loose Seuss snus.

If Theodor Geisel sucked on Swedish tobacco, it would be Seuss snus.

My favourite was "Among Ghosts," just edging out "A Change of Climate."

* "Wedding Song," by Naguib Mahfouz (1981), translated by Olive E. Kenny (1989)
* "Midaq Alley," by Naguib Mahfouz (1947), translated by Trevor Le Gassick (1966)

Latest five books I've read were:

* "The President Is Missing," by Bill Clinton & James Patterson (2018)
* "A Change of Climate," by Hilary Mantel (1994)
* "Among Ghosts," by Rachel Hartman (2025)

It turns out that both athletes used far more oxygen than the maximum throughput of human lungs, and so their armour worked something like artificial gills.

The more you know.

"Did you know," said the man on the street, "that both Michael Jordan and Wayne Gretzky wore special nuclear-powered armour, to play hockey, and basketball respectively?"

I acknowledged, "I had not heard that."

Can we replace two words? My brain wants to go with "For Whom the Butt Holes."

My favourite was "Mohandas Gandhi," but it seems like a weirdly stacked competition.

My favourite of the kids' books was "The Night of Wishes."

• "The Iron Man," by Ted Hughes (1968)
• "The Iron Woman," by Ted Hughes (1993)
• "Mohandas Gandhi," by George Woodcock (1971)

• "Jim Button and Luke the Engine Driver," by Michael Ende (1960), translated by Anthea Bell (1990)
• "The Night of Wishes, or, The Satanarchaeolidealcohellish Notion Potion," by Michael Ende (1989), translated by Heike Schwarzbauer & Rick Takvorian (1992)

Latest five books I've read were four children's novels and a biography:

Pool day four:

On the one hand, I'm glad I tried yoga first. It opens all your muscles and makes it much easier to float.

On the other hand, it turns out that one can get too acclimatized to "in through your nose, out through your mouth."

Snork and phooey.

That's fascinating! —especially because my story starts in the east and yours in the west. I wonder if both could be true? If the developer needed a new name, then does my apocryphon explain why *that* name?

(I freely acknowledge that my story is substantiated by lore, not by research. 😀)

So … since the street heading east from that intersection was named Canada, the street heading west got named Adanac.

Like Kingsway, Canada Way used to run diagonally for its whole length. It started at what's now Boundary & Douglas, and followed what's now Douglas Rd until it met up with its current eastern half.

Once upon a time in the 1800s, there were two main trails from Vancouver to New Westminster: the Kingsway, and the Canada Way.

Your article cites "Adanac" as a street name of unknown origin, but growing up in the 1970s as a fourth-generation Vancouverite, I learned a folk history for it — for whatever that may be worth.

Cat just caught a junebug. Good job, cat.

What's especially triumphant today is that I have NEVER IN MY LIFE swum more than two strokes of front crawl in a row — i.e. once per arm — because that's how long it took before the drowning reflex kicked in.

Today I managed to do the turn-your-head-and-breathe manoeuvre SEVERAL times.