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I passed this sign today outside Grahamstown Checkers. My Afrikaans is non-existent but suddenly I know what the membership tattoo will be when I get that Apocalyptic Easter Suicide Cult off the ground. Now Recruiting! Join Today! Our Passover Balls Have The Most Fruit!

This peculiar and somehow comforting sentiment is from starrgirl at Associated Content:

Sock yarn has gone delicious. Besides all the available fibers, like cashmere, silk, merino wool, alpaca and more, there's a riotous choice of ... every shade of the rainbow and in patterns that "self-stripe" as you knit. Artisans hand-dye yarns into beautiful combinations ... try Superwash yarn ... There are lots of methods for knitting socks ... double pointed needles, circular needles, toe-up, cuff-down, magic loop, two at a time. Knitting socks can challenge you forever. The world is so full of sock yarns now that you'll want to try them all.

Researchers from the British Sea Life Centre group of aquariums have published a study detailing the sex lives of these charming, shag-happy little weirdos. The results, in brief:



According to the Wikipedia:

Scientists at 15 aquariums studied 90 seahorses of 3 species. Of 3168 sexual encounters, 37% were same sex acts. Flirting was common (up to 25 potential partners a day of both genders); only one species (the British Spiny Seahorse) included faithful representatives, and for these 5 of 17 were faithful, 12 were not. Bisexuality was widespread and considered "both a great surprise and a shock", with big bellied seahorses of both genders not showing partner preference. 1986 contacts were male-female, 836 were female-female and 346 were male-male.

I met a woman once who told me about her guardian angel. Her life wasn't all that great, but she believed in this invisible person that followed her around the whole time looking after her. It seemed a bit of a stretch, but she was certain of it. Me, I have an easier time believing in elves. Elves do stuff, they turn on the street lights every night and get the hedgehogs pregnant. Stuff you can see happening; empirical evidence.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

link: Jailhouse Rock

Jerry Falwell is dead. Oh well. All over the blogosphere there is much jubilation, as well as a sense that we don't really want to be celebrating the death of a fellow human being, even one so very foul and hateful. Falwell spread the most homophobic and intolerant interpretations of Christianity and helped shackle the Republican Party to religious fundamentalistm. PositiveAthiesm has a collection of quotes.

So... Some are making jokes. Some are having parties. Some are undecided. Some are writing pornographic gay fanfic starring the Rev Falwell to mark the occasion. The last seems to me to be the most appropriate. I'm no good at gay fanfic, instead I took all the fundamentlist crap out a Chick Tract. [toast] Here's to a more tolerant world [/toast].

You ever notice that the followers of any arbitrary religion will never believe that is what they are? 'You all share a belief system that we have chosen at random', 'No, our beliefs are not random, we are the only ones who will get to paradise after we survive our deaths.' A quick search of the Catholic encyclopedia for the word 'arbitrary' seems to show that the authors believe that random action is characteristic of groups other than themselves, and I think other faiths will share this conceit. Which causes me to wonder, if you or I were a God, would we care to make sense and behave logically? I don't think I would.

Seriously, this girl draws to most fluid, expressive, believeable characters ever. Case in point. So much motion. How?!

Link: Dance of the Flight Attendant
based on [Via]

We've grown blase about technology, some great Moore's Law of progress has dulled us to the incredibly awesome things that science is kicking out every single day. So we crack the human genome (FUCKING HELL!) and the public yawns. We have robots on Mars, right now, but I can't remember anyone ever bringing that up in the bar. Those videophones in sci-fi movies? Free calls for everyone with Skype.

It takes something ordinary to change, something not dismissed as science stuff for geeks (the Popular Girl shudders, 'eww! geeks'), before we're reminded that - oh yes - we live in the 21st century.

Some engineers in Australia have done just that. They've invented a new kind of shower head that puts an air bubble inside each droplet of water, cutting consumption by thirty percent.

I, for one, think we should call this new type of shower droplet the Douche Bag, because douche is the French word for shower and anything French is arguably more stylish than anything Australian, and Bag because they're tiny bags of water surrounding a pocket of air.

Since human use of water has such a major impact on the natural world an obvious sales pitch is to name it The Environmentalist Douche Bag Shower. Then you can have the guy in the TV ad deliver catchy lines like 'now I'm going to get naked and cover myself in douche bags' or 'I love how douche bags feel on my skin'.

Maybe for the American version we could get Mr T to do the spot 'Hey you jibba-jabba fool! Get out yo' seat and go get some douche bags to clean yo ass!', and everyone would blindly obey because the product is endorsed by Mr T.

Douche bags everywhere will change the world for the better. Hooray! Go Aussie Scientists!

Newspaper article

That's right, human flesh! You know, I actually had a bunch of sane things to say tonight. I was going to write about the the US exit polls, about Democracy in Africa. I was going to muse a little on the heated political attack ads [watch] that have been airing in the states.

I had some thoughts about the role of news media in the democratic process. I'm a little peeved with CNN, has anyone else noticed they've gotten hella sex negative recently? Describing perfectly ordinary adult websites as 'sleaze' where pornography whould have been a more accurate and nonjudgemental description. They even referred to bisexuality as a 'sexual problem' in their coverage of Ted Haggard, like they weren't concerned with him cheating on his wife with a hooker, or even that bothered about him using meth, but being attracted to men is apparently beyond the pale. (related video involving Richard Dawkins).

And then something wonderful happened, I typed the phrase 'like a potato' into google and was swept away on a magical journey of potato-like things. Books, Lex Luthor, pug dogs, Senators. I think we can all enjoy that while we wait on tomorrow's election results. And if you're still wondering what it is that eats human flesh, you can read all about it (extra, extra) at Emerald Bile.

Those poor homeless people.

The Royal Opera has a tradition of nude productions going back to 1965, when an orgy scene was played out during a performance of Moses Und Aron. In 1986, the opera singer Maria Ewing caused a sensation when she stripped off at the end of the Dance of the Seven Veils.

Full male nudity made its first appearance in 1991 during a performance of Sir Harrison Birtwistle's Gawain.

The other Planeteers were devastated when Wilmot, with the Power of Chocolate, returned to Belgium to attend fat camp, though Gaia had come to regret giving him his ring. He would sit for hours with his fist in his mouth mumbling 'chocolate' around sticky fingers. His place would eventually be taken by Ma Ti, a whiny savage from South America, and without Wilmot's power Captain Planet lost his distinctive chocolatey smell and turned an unhealthy shade of blue. This worked out well for the show overall, as TBS would have been unlikely to broadcast it with a brown superhero in the early nineties.

Learn more about Captain Planet
Hooray! Captain Planet Coloring Book!
Ted Turner's Captain Planet Site (I think he made it himself)
Durham University Conservation Society

Saw today's Marmaduke comic and couldn't help but think of the Ceiling Cat, I've modded it to reflect what I saw. Original at Joe Mathlete Explains Marmaduke. All characters and artwork property of their creators, blah, blah, blah.

With every circuit in its battered robot sphincter screaming in complaint, Spambot No. 1723 squeezes another impossibly sized load into the blogosphere.

This is a Northern Gannet, Morus bassanus. Gannets are a species of boobie. Yay! Boobies!

Something beautiful that I saw today. Made my week. Life. I love life.

In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air. Computers were still scary and radio was king. The only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail. The record shops were still on top and vinyl was all that they stocked and the super info highway was still drifting out in space (whatever that means) kids were wearing hand-me-downs and playing games meant kick-arounds... I'm so glad I'm not a punk rocker with flowers in my hair :-)

Thank you Sandi, for reminding me how kickass life is.

At least, that's what I thought when I saw this sculpture at the Louvre. Find out more about the Super Adventure Club

update: appearently it's spelt Phineas.

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War of the Worlds