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...Puppycam may be over, but thankfully, the blog Cute Things Falling Asleep is still going strong. Want to see a baby chick pass out atop a slice of bread (yeah, we don't know why either)? A narcoleptic dachshund? How about a baby polar bear sleeping next to a plush, stuffed polar bear? Cute Things Falling Asleep might be the most adorable time waster since Animal Planet began hosting puppy sporting events...
...people packed tightly into Gaza's jumble of cities, towns and refugee camps, it was inevitable that hundreds of ordinary Palestinians would become collateral victims. The Israeli bombardments pounded Hamas strongholds - the Interior Ministry, suspected caches of rockets, hideouts of top militant leaders - but they also caught five sisters asleep at home next to a targeted mosque, kids coming home from school, and a graduation ceremony for police cadets and their proud families. By Dec. 30, more than 375 Palestinians had been killed and some 1,500 injured; the U.N. said at least 62 of the dead were civilians. Hamas...
...alcohol, and other medical conditions, and also found a way to record, as accurately as possible, the amount of sleep that the subjects got each night. Each volunteer wore a wrist monitor that measured and recorded activity at 30 second intervals; when the monitor was quiet, the subject was asleep...
...couldn't summarize Yes Man better than Carrey did on The Tonight Show on Tuesday, when he purported to fall asleep and offered this précis between snores: "Carl Allen is a guy who doesn't engage in life. Then he decides to say yes to everything, no matter how silly or deranged it is. Critics are calling it a panacea for our dark times we're living in." In a little swipe at the competition, Carrey said of Yes Man, "It's the only movie this weekend where nobody dies...
...tried a few more times to indulge in this most common of collegiate rites of passage, but too often, the pre-game became the game as I consistently fell asleep post-libation at 9:45 p.m. on Friday nights. Sometimes, my friends would be kind enough to drag me to my Hurlbut single before promptly forgetting about me. Happily inebriated, they galloped off in search of adventures as I snored and smeared mascara on my sheets. The next morning, I would meet them for brunch, resentfully devouring stacks of waffles as they complained smugly about their hangovers, reeking of debauchery...