The Fighting Irish, every Irish girl's favorite cereal, and Teh Gay! Erin go bragh!
Oh, my, have the cease & desists from Notre Dame and General Mills been hand-delivered to Topeka yet? Fred Phelps (of the gay-hating Westboro Baptist Church) found out that Ireland is taking a breathtaking stride into the 21st century by preparing to accord full marriage rights to same-sex couples in civil unions (h/t Pam's House Blend), and his head exploded right on schedule, spewing a companion site to the execreble one I won't link to here. But I'll link to God Hates Ireland only for the adorable Notre Dame-Lucky Charms leprechaun mashup he chose as a logo. Go see it before he's forced to take it down; how in the world did Fred forget to show Lucky dropping a bar of Irish Spring?
Speaking of things Irish and gay, the latest recommended easy two-evening read is Emma Donoghue's Kissing the Witch, a set of interconnected, reworked fairy tales evocative of Jeanette Winterson, at least when Jeanette tolerably balances "fanciful" and "comprehensible narrative." Familiar stories are twisted just enough to let out the lesbian protaganists you may have suspected lurked there; waiting for charming princes to come to the rescue is not high on the priority list.
Unrelated safety tip: your fingers do not deceive you; those rocks that have been sitting out in the sun all day are hot, in fact, hot enough to leave second-degree burns with blisters on your fingertips. That's all I'm going to say.