
Uh-oh - someone's telling!
And because I do so love getting thrashed and snarked:
France 24 news report on Ontario Hooverville, featuring more sub-prime meltdown victim residents.
movies. pretty pictures that move. most suck. like you.

"Chimpanzees turned out to be big risk-takers, being invariably tempted to go for the grand prize even if this also meant frequent disappointment.
Bonobos, like humans, were strongly risk-adverse, and preferred to go for the fixed, dependable reward.
The chimps' love of risk is in keeping with previous findings. Compared with bonobos, chimpanzees are more patient, waiting longer to get their hands on a delayed treat.
And their risk-taking strategy is also confirmed by the fact that, unlike bonobos, they hunt, kill and eat colobus monkeys. If the hunt comes off, the group gets to feast on protein-rich colobus meat -- if not, they all go hungry.
The distinction is intriguing, because in many respects the two primate species are very similar, having diverged from a common ancestor less than a million years ago, which in evolutionary terms is recent.
They have similar body size and appearance and share much of the same behaviour and social hierarchy.
The difference, though, lies in their diet. Both apes feed heavily on fruit, but bonobos also tuck into herbaceous vegetation on the ground, which is a more reliable source of sustenance.
In addition, bonobos may also have access to larger fruit patches, facing less competition within a given patch than chimpanzees.
So what makes chimps gamble is a clever survival mechanism -- their food resources are less certain, which means they have learnt to cope with going for big or bust, say the authors, led by Sarah Heilbronner of Harvard University and Duke University, North Carolina."

Ready? Set? ...Go!
I have no choice but to dismiss you. It breaks my heart, but I can't expose my guests to your firearms. It may be wrong of them, but they value their lives.
“Izzat Renoir’s Rules of the Game, ?” asked Helen Kim as the judges nodded sagely.
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
I'm not as afraid of Godzilla as I am of the editor... he's meaner.The Han River is very broad, Mr. Kim. Let's try to be broad-minded about this. Anyway, that's an order. So, start pouring.
Young pen pal Helen Kim correctly calls out “The Host!,” making it a two-fer.
I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know, at one time I think I secretly wanted to be a writer.
You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.
Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.Some big, hardboiled egg gets a look at a pretty face and bang, he cracks up and goes sappy!
"It's Kong!" screams the stained wretch.
Bill's thirty-two. He looks thirty-two. He looked it five years ago, he'll look it twenty years from now. I hate men.
The unknown paul_james_harrington shows that dudes know All About Eve.
I can't help what I do! I can't help it, I can't...
it's another two-fer as the sw demonstrates that she knows her ABCs and her Langs from Lorres.
It's not every day the creator of an entire culture leaves us. And so, in respect, some Auden: