It was interesting to note the brief article regarding Abû 'Uthmân Sa'îd ibn Hakam al Qurashi, but sad to find that following links to the Balearic Islands and Menorca completely disregards this moment of history, the only time in recorded history that Manùrqa (a name completely missing from Wikipedia) was ever an independent political entity.

Not that Wikipedia might have an anti-Islamic bias or anything.

Okay, so I'm running out the door to pick up my jacket and I wanted to tell this real quick story before I forgot it.

There was this old guy at the mall where I was shopping, and he had a denim jacket, which looked out of place to begin with 'cuz he's kinda old like I am. And he had about a dozen little buttons on the shoulder of the jacket like he'd thought about doing the *really* teeny-bopper thing of collecting a buncha buttons with cute snide comments or, worse, spiritually uplifting messages or fan buttons of some rock band or heartthrobofthesecond.

Anyway, I got all smug and stuff because I have cooler buttons on my purse.

Well. Rye Cove, VA does not exist, neither does Rye Cove High School, the latter of which I normally would not be averse to. However, I have this song and I thought I'd look up a wee bit more about the 2 May 1929 tornado which killed 12 students and an instructor, injured dozens, when it struck the school.

Cyclone Of Rye Cove

Oh listen today and a story I'll tell,

In sadness and tear rimmed eyes,

Of a dreadful cyclone that came this way,

And blew our schoolhouse away

Rye Cove (Rye Cove), Rye Cove (Rye Cove),

The land of my childhood and home,

Where life's early morn I once loved to roam,

But now it's so silent and lone

When the cyclone appeared it darkened the air,

And the lightning flashed over the sky,

And the children all cried, don't take us away,

But spare us to go back home

There were mothers so dear and fathers the same,

That came to this terrible scene,

Searching and crying each found their own child,

Dying on a pillow of stone

Oh give us a home far beyond the blue sky,

Where storms and cyclones are unknown,

And there by life's strand we'll clasp the glad hand,

Our children in their heavenly home

I think I'm going to do a series of complaints about articles I find which are misinformation, errors, vandalized, spam... etc. on Wikipedia. Only because it's really bugging me.

Now We Are Six is a book by A.A. Milne, and an article which has been butchered a bit, with myspace spam and more.

Goodness... look what I found in the back of the closet! a very unusual cobweb...

Time to see what I can do to clean this up, maybe brush off the dust and get things working. Or the whole thing will be junk and I'll need to delete it.