This baby goat (a goatee?) wandered by.  Closest thing St. Vincent probably has to a pudu, so here:

Yes, granted, this week’s cute mammal is five days late.  But that seems to be how things happen around here. And stuff gets done anyway.

Half-seriously.  We could do worse.

God, I love the intertubes.

1001 Ways To Open A Beer Bottle. Google, one click, and now I’m a happy man.

Thanks to these fine scientists, the chest of drawers in this hotel room just became a remarkably efficient bottle opener, and my Hairoun didn’t get have to get warm.

Two days ago I didn’t even know what a Hairoun was. Turns out it’s a pretty decent beer. Especially if you have a chest of drawers handy.

It’s the simple things in life.

I wish everyone reading this could be sitting here right now.

You’d have to get your own beer and furniture, though.

The most validating sign I’ve seen in a long time:

There should be signs saying this on every street corner in the world.

Bowler James Anderson of England leaps for joy — or, possibly, just to block umpire Rudi Koertzen’s face from the camera.

And yes, both England and Bermuda dress like Domino’s Pizza delivery people.

Not really Freddie and Monty, although some kids had fun pretending:

The most validating sign I’ve seen in a long time:

There should be signs saying this on every street corner in the world.

Bowler James Anderson of England leaps for joy — or, possibly, just to block umpire Rudi Koertzen’s face from the camera.

And yes, both England and Bermuda dress like Domino’s Pizza delivery people.

Not really Freddie and Monty, although some kids had fun pretending: