My favourite photo-induced flight of fancy

Wouldn't you?

photo: Wikipedia - Bouncers (seriously)

I'm thinking of using this image to go pitch a series to American television networks. It should go something like this:

"Stilt-Girl and The Bouncer is a one-hour comedic detective series which follows the adventures of Rena, a circus performer with psychic powers who was raised by a Gypsy in rural Indiana and Freddy, a bad-boy bouncer from the wrong side of the tracks. Freddy's street smarts, tough-guy charm and problems with New York's Marelli family have made him the most popular, and only, bouncer in the small Kansas town where Rena is teaching circus arts to disabled children. The unsuspecting couple meet in a Chinese restaurant and begin to investigate the death of Bubbles The Clown, Rena's best friend and Freddy's favourite customer. Surprisingly, the case not only sparks a friendship, but also leads the duo all over small town USA as they come to realise that Bubbles was in fact a CIA agent with ties to the president. Why was he killed? Did it have something to do with the President? And why can't you get a decent bagel in  Sommerville, MA? Only Stilt-Girl and The Bouncer know for sure..."

A Merry Aural Christmas

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And last but not least... my favourite Christmas song of all time...

My favourite Scratch Perverts

My favourite animal documentary

My favourite showpigs-in-waiting

I don't know why I did this.

I was taking pictures and flipped th camera to video because my eldest was being funny (funny of the "I don't mean to be" variety, I should add). Once he discovered I was taping him, and not taking a photograph, everything changed.

Very suddenly.

This will now remain a testament to the fact that there is a very thin line between between goofing off for the camera and desperately craving the attention that comes with being videotaped. Looks like my kids have decided which side of the divide they are on.

I don't know why I did this, but it still makes me laugh.

Okay. I'll admit it. I'm full of shit and my kids need Ritalin. Stat.



And to prove that I may not be lying, here's how it started. Note the difference in performance levels.



Now that I've watched them again, that is one is definitely funnier. The moral of this story, dear reader? Always make sure your kids are in the dark when you're filming them. Not the literal dark. The metaphorical one, you numbskull.

Ahhhhh... I love it when I get to fit numbskull into a conversation. Or a rant...

My favourite pissed off Christmas song

My favourite XTC song that always manages to get me going

My favourite film that I would love to see again or even possibly own

And gee whiz, look at that... Christmas is just around the corner. Golly!

My favourite Kids in the Hall sketch that I somehow have never seen

I used to watch KITH religiously. When I moved to Montreal, I didn't have a TV, so there are still some episodes from the later seasons that I have never seen. This is a good thing, as it allows one to see these wonderful, wonderful men in action and discover them all over again. Kevin, Dave, Scott, Mark, Bruce... Thank you for all the laughs. I love you. You know, in a manly way... I mean, as friends.

The beard stays! You go!

My favourite hope for the future

This makes me want to take off my belt, wrap it around a bitch's neck and choke her out. Right after I join a gang and punch my mother in the face...

My favourite "given the opportunity..."

My favourite inadvertent racism in hockey moment

I'm sure this was completely innocent, but come on! What's a brother gotta do to not get run over by a zamboni?

On a side note, I really, really like saying the word "zamboni". Come on, try it...

My favourite Santa memory

That's me... on the right.

Merry Christmas...

My least favourite thing. Maybe of all time...

I don't like rodents. I really don't like rodents. So this just freaks me out in a multitude of ways.

Also, I'm drinking Colt .45 for the 1st time in my life. Does this make me a bad person or a poor gangsta?

Sounds like sound science to me...

Think you're tough?

My favourite alternative Hong Kong band

My new favourite webcomic

http://nonadventures.com/2010/10/16/quote-of-arms/

Thank you Neil Gaiman!

Is this real?

I'll admit it. I know nothing about this Twilight business. Nothing at all. But I like the memes. So...

I'm waiting for the inevitable Twilight/Dark Side of the Moon comments. Someone must be that clever, right?

Thank you to the United States of Tara's music-folk...

I think I may be in love with Dawn Landes. More on this story as it develops...

My favourite justified whinging about a union

Do you like movies?

Sure you do. Everyone does. Well, my brother doesn't really, but that's just the way he rolls. I've always found it a bit freakish, but you know... family... what can you do?

Anyway, this video is an excerpt from a Hollywood Reporter round table "Awards Watch" session. The whole thing is fascinating, but in this excerpt Todd Phillips (The Hangover) and Aaron Sorkin (The West Wing, The Social Network) discuss how useless and ridiculous an organization the WGA (Writer's Guild of America) is. During this bitching session, the president of said organization sits beside them in a rather uncomfortable position. The discussion touches on the fact that in many cases, the films you watch are not in fact written by the people credited, which is rather unfair, don't you think?



You can watch the whole "Awards Watch" video here.

This actually makes me like the facebooks...

Hats off to maxluere...

My favourite singing super-villain... Christopher Lee!

Happy Guy Fawkes Day!

My favourite Jimmy McMillan AutoTune

On my way to work this morning, I walked passed a hairdresser that was playing a Cher concert DVD.

This struck me as odd for two reasons: 1) The salon was closed because it was 7am but there was Cher, in all her her High definition, plastic, sequined glory singing as the sun rose in a reflection on the mirror beside her and 2)why would a hairdressser have a Cher DVD anyway?

The only thought that entered my non-caffeinated head in any clear fashion was that we can almost definitely thank Sonny's former flame for AutoTuned pop. Remember? A travesty, right?

Well,



So I'm changing my... tune. Thank you Cher. Really. Thank you.

My favourite Google maps directions

I don't know if anyone else has found this one yet, but I just decided to look it up. Celine Dion would be so proud...

My favourite animal-milking scene

My favourite webcam effect lady

I am hesitant.
There is a version of this video without effects available elsewhere that is just crazy because you can't help but wonder what this woman is laughing about. This however, is just so freaky.
Nah.
The Royal we have decided that we'll put this version up, for the people on drugs. Because people on drugs are people too. Maybe moreso.

My favourite Pokemon-loving black man

Well, it's good to have a passion in life...


God. I just watched this again and it is the thing that has made me laugh the most in months...

Just went to his website and discovered he doesn't like Tyler Perry...

Watch live video from Siggas live on Justin.tv

I left my heart with Pontiac in Charlotte

I have decided that I'm moving to Charlotte. Not for the weather. Not for the food. Not for any particularly practical reason.

I'm moving to Charlotte for Pontiac.

We had a layover in said city on our way back from a weding in Mexico this weekend. As we grabbed our luggage to re-check it (I still haven't figured out WHY we had to do this, but we did) my oldest son was playing with a wooden snake he got in Los Cabos. He dropped it on the floor between the two large black women who were doing the baggage check.

They both screamed and jumped back from what they thought was a real snake that had fallen out of my backpack. When they regained their wits, one of the women looked down at a confused little boy.

This was Pontiac.

And this is what Pontiac said, with a loud southern drawl: "Child, you almost done gone and gave Pontiac a heart attack!"

I almost pissed myself laughing. This is a good thing, because laughter is not running rampant through airports theses days, I have come to notice. They seem to be becoming increasingly similar to hospitals.

So anyway. That's why I'm moving to Charlotte.

If you have detected a slight sleep-deprived quality to this message. You win the big prize. Please go to door #5 to collect your complimentary bag of armadillo-flavoured Doritos. Doris will then show you the way out. Be nice to her, her husband just left her for a banana-hued women with one leg and a bad attitude.

My favourite way to walk away from a potentially lethal crash

For some odd reason, the intellect of the average Montreal driver cannot process the fact that a straight arrow means "don't turn yet, you have to wait 30 seconds." In my head, this is what will happen if I ever get smoked by an autombecile on the bike path on my way home. I, however, will try to add a cucumber and a knife to the equation.

My favourite "What if?"

Giving Kenny Powers a run for his fucking money

It's not paranoia if the magical elves are really out to get you...

MONTREAL - A man who allegedly armed himself with high-powered weapons because he believed elves were stalking him has been granted bail.


David Abitbol will have to respect a number of conditions which include surrendering his firearms and not using electronic devices like computers to communicate with others.

Some people...

My favourite Stephen Fry rant

I admit it: Stephen Fry makes me wish I was gay.

My favourite Judy Holliday/William Holden masterpiece

Poor Judy Holliday. I always feel bad for actors that are so good in one role that it ruins the rest of their career... Still, she is just amazing in this...

My favourite Pee-Wee Herman/Regis Philbin stealing candy moment

My favourite cautionary tale about the interwebs

I read about Josh Harris a few years ago but never really followed what he was doing. Ondi Timoner filmed his life for a almost a decade and it looks like the results turned out to be fascinating. Definitely on my must-see list - right under Banksy's Exit Through the Giftshop. I can'T believe I haven't seen that yet. Oh well.... I blame the kids.

My favourite new Christmas song, even though it's only mid-October

I discovered Pomplamoose today. I know... I'm late. At least I'm not pregnant.

I think I'm in love. Again. I hope they don't get me pregnant.

My favourite religion

So I was just ordained by The Church of the Latter-Day Dude. This means that I'm like, privy to the new shit. I guess it also means that I have to start drinking White Russians. I'll join any religion that includes drinking heavily. So if you need someone to marry you or sign some official paper - I'm your dude...

My favourite animal kingdom fact

Did you know that dolphins sleep with one eye open?

Be afraid. Be very afraid...

My favourite Ben Folds/Nick Hornby collaboration

I read about this Lonely Avenue album about a month ago and was terribly excited. So excited that I forgot about it a few weeks later.
 For no particular reason, I typed Ben Folds into the youtubes' searchy box this morning. I saw this and remembered my previous excitement. And guess what? I'm excited again. Very excited.
I think I need to go to a record store. Because I still like like doing that. Please buy records in record stores. It really is the best way to do it.

Thought of the day:

People who buy a BMW or a Mercedes must be quite disappointed to discover that such an expensive automobile doesn't have working blinkers.

My favourite tel quel

My favourite sport involving fowl and feces

Wow. The chicken drop is already 20 years old? I keep getting older and the chicks keep getting younger.

My favourite LGBT site

You have probably read that there was a high-profile gay teen suicide a few days ago. It makes me sick that this kind of thing is still happening and undoubtedly will for a while, but in the meantime it's nice to know that there are organizations like this to help as society gets its shit together. Studies are showing that the sucide rates amongst gay teens are ridiculously high and these kids need to know that their sexual orientation should not lead them to such depths of despair. I know it's an "issue" and therefore untrustworthy (hell, anything that celebrities get behind is suspicious in my world) but if you can do something, you should.

And in today's asparagus-related news...

I wonder what I should have for dinner? Actually, I wonder what these scientists had for dinner...

My favourite québécois spoof of a lifestyle show

Marc Labrèche is a comedy god. He has been around for years and always manages to stay not only relevant, but also very, very funny. One of the things that amazes me about him is that he manages to avoid the Quebec trap of going for the easy laughs and being mean-spirited about his subjects. I watched this about 20 minutes ago and still have tears streaming down my cheeks. I don't know how well it comes across to the Enlgish folk, but watch it and enjoy...

My favourite French music video with women prancing about dressed as poodles

Merci Madame Nancy...

My favourite organ

With a huge Thank you to Jenn for sending this to me...

I really hope this isn't some covert marketing thing, because I love the Barry and desperately want him to be real.

And if you need more Barry, you can go here.

UPDATE: I went throught the website and unfortunately, he's not real. He's an alter-ego. Which makes him kind of real, when you think about it. Oh. My head hurts.

My favourite Senor Wences

Tony Curtis : 1925-2010

Although he will forever be associated with Some Like It Hot, I always thought that Tony Curtis' greatest role was in The Sweet Smell of Success. I'm glad this film has finally gotten the recognition it deserves. It was years ahead of its time with a cracking a script by Clifford Odets and Ernest Lehman and standout performances by Curtis and bad-ass motherfucker Burt Lancaster. Rent it, buy it, download it now.

I always knew Peanut Butter was up to something...

My favourite things that people carry in their pockets

I've always wanted to do this. Now I don't have to because some clever Australian has done it for me. Thank you Interwebs!

My favourite slogan from the Brazilian election campaign

"Know what a federal deputy does? Neither do I. But vote for me, and I'll let you know." - Brazilian comedian/candidate Tiririca

And while we're on the subject of teenaged Russian lesbians...

By the way, here's a nifty little trick: If you get advertisements on the youtubes, just click on your browser's refresh button. BAM! No ad!

God I love this song. Let's not read into that, ok? It's just a kick-ass pop song...

My other favourite Tattooed Lady

My favourite Tattooed Lady

My favourite documentary about people that have such deep-seated psychological problems that they should make you feel a whole lot better about your life

I'm not one for disclaimers, but... this is weird. No. This is really, really weird.




Is it just me or is someone who can say: "Yeah, I have anal sex with the miniature stallion. He penetrates me and it's... it's pleasurable but it's not really tense" just not right in the head?

Also - Where do these people live? So that I can NEVER EVER go there.

My current favourite comic book writer who is not Alan Moore

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My favourite question about soap operas (plus: hornets!)

I don't get it.

For years, I have tried to understand the appeal of daytime soaps but I just can't wrap my head around it.

When I was a kid, I would come home from school or from delivering papers (by the way, you'll have to remind you to tell you about my stint as the oldest Paperboy in Australia sometime...) to find my older brother on the couch, completely wrapped up in General Hospital. This may not seem particularly odd, but my brother was the tough, hockey-playing, get kicked out of school for the day type. I always found it odd that he would willingly immerse himself in a world of overwrought, contrived emotion, day after day. I imagine this is the reason I've always been fascinated by what soaps have to offer. So thanks for that, big brother o' mine...

The writing is generally atrocious. The acting is forced and weepy. The storylines are... well, you know... soapy. Why do people get hooked on this kind of stuff? With the exception of Passions, which had its tongue firmly planted in cheek and was a lot of fun because of it, these shows are just unwatchable. It seems to me that voluntary suspension of disbelief can only go so far, and the people responsible for this stuff cross that line regularly.

Is there something I'm missing?

Because I just don't get it...

I was planning on going into quite a bit of detail here, but I just looked at the time and I have to run to class. We're translating a scientific text on hornets. I didn't like hornets much before. Now that I've read about them in great detail, I'm scared. Terrified, even.

Did you know that a hornet can sting you up to ten times before it dies (unlike bees who have a weird death-wish that causes them to leave half their body in your flesh with their stinger) or that a dying hornet sends out a pheremone-like distress call to its buddies so that they can come and attack you?

Now you do. Sleep tight.

My favourite monkey security-related news story

NEW DELHI (AFP) - Delhi authorities are to deploy a contingent of langurs -- a large type of monkey -- at Commonwealth Games venues to help chase away smaller simians from the sporting extravaganza.

more...

Sheikh, Rattle and Roll

You want courage? Consider yourself served...

And now, a public service announcement for Mr. David Lynch...

My favourite weird hobby that I didn't know existed until about 2 minutes ago

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present... The Association of Rogue Taxidermists!

I don't know much about Minnesota, but everything I hear makes it sound like a very strange place indeed...

My favourite Juan for the books...

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My favourite freaky spider that lives in the hedge next door

My favourite journal entry from 1997 (found in a box in the basement)

"A little bit of paranoia never hurt anyone. It keeps you focused."

My favourite music video in which musicians pretend to be horses

Time waits for no man...

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My favourite man called Bob

Limbless Frenchman bids to swim Channel

My favourite Louis C.K. bit about parenting

My favourite dumb criminals

Don't touch anything with your hands! Nothing!

My favourite female sexual arousal disorder

So faking it is actually good for women? Can I get an "Amen!" for science?

It's nice to know that all those years were not spent in vain.

My favourite space

So there is one question kids ask Nasa more than any other. Guess what it is...

My favourite snakes and scorpions and throwing stars, oh my!

A brief excerpt from Swordsman 2, the best crazy-ass Chinese martial arts film with shifting gender roles that you've never seen...

My favourite guy with balls the size of watermelons

My favourite random thought that popped into my mind on the metro this morning

Say what you will about The Beatles, at least they had the decency to stay broken up...

My favourite kid rockin' out to Beat It.

And now...

... an important message from the International Earth-Destruction Advisory Board.

Please remain calm and keep doin' that thang you do.

Regards,
j

My favourite way to start the afternoon

By the way, if you've never heard Bic Runga, you really should. Seriously.

I was in a record store in Seoul years ago and they were playing Beautiful Collision. I heard about 30 seconds of one song and went to the guy behind the counter. "What is this?", I asked, hopeful that his parents had forced him to take English classes at some point in his life.

He looked at me with blank Korean eyes.

I pointed to the ceiling, looking up to make sure he wouldn't think I was telling him the roof was falling before pointing to my ears. It's amazing how silly you can look whilst trying to ask such a simple question. He finally understood and said, "Bic Lunga".

"Bic Lunga?", I repeated.

 "No. Bic Lunga!", he said with great emphasis. I was about to give up when he handed me the CD (because this was when people still bought CDs) and repeated "Bic LUNGA".

"Ohhhhh...", said I finally understanding what had happened, "Bic Runga".

"Yes. Bic Lunga!", he concluded, proud of the fact that he had spoken English with a borderline-retarded foreigner.

I paid for the CD, went home and listened to it 30 times. In one day. I think I may even have cried. As you may have surmised, I do that quite a bit. Cry, that is. I do other things quite a bit too, but the crying tends to sneak up on me in increasingly insidious ways...

Sorry about the poor audio quality on Something Good. Blame the youtubes, not me...

My favourite financial news blooper

My favourite vasectomy

What is it with Fox News? Apart from the crazy right-wing factor, obviously...

My favourite feels like Wednesday moment...

Have you ever met and tried to have a conversation with a Nwes Anchor? It's quite difficult. I think I like this clip because it gives a quick idea at what many of them are actually like.

My favourite auditions

"For Shaolin monk, your kung-fu skills are pretty lousy..."

My favourite piece on the good ol' USA's most ridiculous policy

http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2010/09/americas-absurd-and-self-defeating-cuba-policy/62978/

Feliz cumpleaños, México!

My favourite political flip-flopping on gun-related issues

NDP MP Hughes to switch gun-registry vote.

My favourite miniature cow



(AP Photo/Paul Michael Hughes/Guinness World Records, Ho)

 Swallow, a 33 inch (from hind to foot) 11-year-old cow from Yorkshire , has been named the world's smallest by the Guinness World Records book.

My favourite Beautiful South song about a dreary English city

Love is a many splend... whoah!

My favourite graph with practical applications

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Antoine Dodson, meet Andy Rehfeldt and The Markness

Cornholers

What do you do when people start waking up to the fact that your crappy, potentially dangerous product is to be avoided?

You do this.

You go, Corn Refiners Association. You GO!

Let's hunt and kill the Cyrus family*

* With thanks to Sensei Bill Hicks

Seriously...

How does this happen? I thought Papa/Cousin Billy Ray was bad enough 15 odd years ago but now we also have to deal with the evil/borderline handicapped fruit of his loins?

Let's just be clear. I am not referring to the individuals here. Maybe they're nice people who enjoy nothing more than sitting out in the car resting on cinder blocks in the front yard and playing banjo.

I'm referring to what they represent in our cultural wastelandscape. Billy Ray Cyrus pretty much put the last nail in the coffin of country music when he released... that thing. You know the thing I'm referring to. I won't say it. I won't even put a link so you can listen to it. The less said about it the better. I hate to accord that inbred walking mullet so much historical importance, but there is fairly strong argument to be made that there is a line that was crossed in the early nineties, a line he will forever be associated with. As Hank Williams III says, "The country music I'm hearin' nowdays, it's a bunch of fucking shit to me."

So yeah. I thought THAT was bad.

But now we have this attention-starved, jizz-soaked nymphet who has become, for some godforsaken reason, a really twisted pop-culture icon. She's 17 and she has already been selling sex like an auto-tuned syphilitic whore for a few years now.  Is this what tween (btw... I also hate that term) girls are striving to be? Great. Let's just buy everyone some of these and let them run rampant through the blood-drenched streets. Let's also go knock on Britney Spears' door to thank her.

How have we let this happen? Are we so desperate for spectacle that we will turn to any poor confused adolescent and scream "DANCE YOU FUCKING MONKEY!" whislt throwing wads of cash at them?

Phew. I'm glad I got that out of my system. Back to our regularly scheduled programming...

My favourite grammatical errors in medical records

• Patient suffers from headaches while menstruating on the top of her head.
• Patient is a newborn infant delivered over an intact perineum which cried spontaneously.
• History: Patient was shot in head with .32 caliber rifle. Chief complaint: Headache.
• Patient referred to hospital for erosion of the cervix by a local medical doctor.
• Dictated: "Patient had a Pap smear today." Transcribed: "Patient had a Pabst Beer today."
• Patient referred to hospital by private physician with green stools.
• This mother of a 2-year old desires a circumcision.
• Patient has been married twice, but denies any other serious illnesses.
• Patient is separated from his wife, and he is also allergic to Penicillin
• She moves her bowels roughly, three times a day.

(From the medical records of a hospital: by Corey D. Fox, Ph.D.)

Having a bad day? Read this and be thankful...

My favourite clown who shoulda taken a left a Albuquerque

My favourite condom advertisement

Netan.yahoo!

I don't know what it is about Benjamin Netanyahu that makes me think he is the worst breed of politician. He seems untrustworthy, hell-bent on destruction and a little bit power hungry. Not a good combination in my books.
It looks like Benny's people may be trying to make him appear to be turning over a new leaf by using twitter and facebook to highlight the latest round of peace talks. Let's hope it's not the middle-east equivalent of Catfish...

The dangers of fessebook

Social networking claims another victim....

Token

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Don't ask... I'm tired and need to rush and have no time to read instructions. So I hope this works...

The Kit Kat Kronikles

I have always been fascinated by the people who field comments for snack food. You know... The phone numbers and websites that say "Questions? Comments? Please call xxx-xxx). Well now that technology has advanced to a stage where we don't actually have to call 1-800 numbers and can simply fire off an e-mail with our questions and comments, I decided to take advantage of it. I just sent the following e-mail to the nice people at Kit Kat:

 

To whom it may concern,

I recently ended a 20 year relationship with a person who did not eat chocolate. The reasons behind this person's decision were less than noble, but being a sensitive man, I decided to join them out of a confused sense of love or solidarity. I would like to say that the chocolate factor did not contribute to the break-up but I would be lying. Anyway, that's not important.

The question I have is the following: Have the ingredients in Kit Kat bars changed at all during this period? I ask because I was standing in front of a vending machine today, and when I finally looked up without seeing this person's reflection, I saw the comforting red glow of a Kit Kat bar. I was extremely tempted to purchase one, but I was afraid. You see, when I was young I ate a LOT of Kit Kat bars. A lot. I think it may have even influenced my outgoing personality. But I was afraid that the years may have changed the chocolate deliciousness that I remeber so fondly from my youth.

I really don't want to waste $1 only to find that my memories will haunt me forever and that I will never again feel the warm, soft crunchiness of your product. So It would be greatly appreciated if you can confirm that your secret recipe (is it a secret? I imagine it must be otherwise people would make their own) has stood the test of time.
Kind regards,
Judes Dickey

To be continued?

Common sense 1 - Science 0

From New Scientist #27777 - Sept.8th, 2010

"THE Irish are genetically distinct from other Europeans – including their British neighbours. That's according to the first genome of an Irish person to be sequenced, which turns out to have a host of unusual genetic variations.

Brendan Loftus of University College Dublin, who led the team responsible, says the unnamed Irishman – whom a genotyping study had already shown to be representative of Ireland – possessed 400,000 novel mutations of single DNA bases. Nearly 8000 of these appear to be inherited along with genes known to influence disorders such as inflammatory bowel disease and liver disease, so the newly discovered mutations may help shed light on the genetic basis of these conditions.

As an outlying island, Ireland should hold some genetic surprises, Loftus says. Indeed, the genome was so distinctive it shows that "the Irish genome inhabits a hitherto unsampled region in European genome variation", he adds."

Well, duh...

My favourite trailer

Well it's about fucking time...

Actual footage from season 2 of Eastbound and Down.

Tennis giggles

I don't know anything about these two, but this makes me laugh...

Irony at work

My favourite news story of the last couple of years?

Why, the shocker, of course!

The interwebs vs the printing press

I have been saying that youtube is the most important invention since the printing press for years. But do I get a TEDtalk? No sir, no I do not...

Oh shit...

Australian scientists find bats have regional accents.

What's next? Dolphins with opposable thumbs?

Dude, you have no Qur'an

This guy may just have become the world's gnarliest radical dude...

My favourite obsession that I am thankful I do not share, but am nonetheless impressed with

The Klingon Terran Research Ensemble, yes... you read that correctly... the Klingon Terran Research Ensemble premiered "u", a Klingon opera in The Hague the other night. I'm going to let that sink in for a while.
I have nothing against Trekkies. I actually generally like them and have myself seen every episode of the original series, TNG and DS9 as well as all of the movies (I actually cried at the end of the opening sequence in the most recent Abrams version, but that's a story for another day). I am however, a bit terrified of the depths of obsession that it brings out in people. It speaks volumes about how our brains are wired and the connections that some people need to make, neurogically and socially. Why does someone need to know the blueprints of a fictional spaceship? It's an interesting line...

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