It's Not Just For Academics Anymore
Appleton. England. Not the same. This was proven by a little item in Monday's New York Times. The main reading room of the British Library, formerly a stodgy bastion of serious researchers, relaxed its admission policy in 1998 when it moved into a new building. Now the tweedy, suede-patched-elbows set must rub shoulders with "anyone who has a relevant research need," which includes college undergraduates. Here, we LOVE college undergraduates.
One regular user complained of the raucous behavior he witnessed:
"The worst is that they actually answer their phones...The phone vibrates and they go, 'Hold on a minute, Nigel,' and then they run out of the reading room and take the call."
For the record:
1. Setting you phone to vibrate is a lovely and wondrous thing
2. Answering it and saying only "hold on" will endear you to us forever
3. And finally, walking outside to carry on a conversation makes our hearts go pitter-patter with delight
The Mudd: We're Not the British Library

Everyone knows and loves Click & Clack, who are, thankfully, alive and well. But one of those who may have been an inspiration for their names is no longer with us. It was announced today that Werner Groebli, "Frick" of the comedy ice-skating team, Frick & Frack 
After surviving a 

If it hadn't been for the guy born 110 years ago today, the town 25 miles to our northeast would be a port, a paper making hub and a gateway to Door County. But because Curly Lambeau and his friend George Calhoun casually struck up a conversation about football one day, Green Bay is a lot more. Thank him, thank the Indian Packing Company, and thank the citizens of Green Bay (the team owners) for sticking with the team through the tough years. Here's to a new era.
Today's quiz: How many ways can you think of to legally transport edible grease? You can get take-out from KFC®. You can fail to wipe your hands before leaving a rib place. You can load yourself up with popcorn at a movie. But illegally transporting inedible grease takes some doing.
The CGA (Compressed Gas Association)
We always knew those wacky British were animal-crazy, but we had no idea that passion extended to traffic control. On April 2, 1962, the