Schiavo passed away nearly two weeks after doctors removed her life-sustaining feeding tube and less than 12 hours after her parents' final appeal to the U.S. Supreme Court was rejected.

Read entire article of Terri Schiavo at CNN.

"Mrs. Schiavo died a calm, peaceful and gentle death," Felos told reporters.

Since when is dehydrating and being starved peaceful and gentle?

Terri Schiavo's parents, Bob and Mary Schindler, had begged to be with their firstborn while she drew her last breath but police denied their request, said Brother Paul O'Donnell, the Schindlers' spokesman and spiritual adviser.

This is when the parents kick down the door and beat the shit out of the husband for being such a prick for the past 15 years.

The autopsy report about the cause of death may not be available for several weeks.

Oh I guess the already forgot they starved and dehydrated her. *Here's your sign...*

And you thought hitting one with your car was bad:

A small plane crashed into a deer on the runway of a far-flung Miami-Dade County airport this morning.

The twin-prop plane sustained serious damage. The left prop appeared to be destroyed and pieces of flying propeller penetrated the fuselage. A pilot and copilot on board the plane were not hurt.

Bambi's fate? Let's just say it was very quick.

The scariest part is that, from the picture, it would appear at least some of the prop blades departed through the passenger cabin. It seems no passengers were hurt simply because there weren't any. Yikes!

I think we may have mentioned the study before, but at any rate ABCnews is taking an in-depth look at indications that our fascination for celebrity may actually be hard-wired into us, and shared by our distant cousins:

Dr. Michael Platt, a neurobiologist at Duke University Medical Center, led an experiment with 12 adult male rhesus macaque monkeys that he says may help explain the fascination with celebrities like socialite Paris Hilton.

Platt conducted the experiment by offering thirsty monkeys a choice: their favorite drink, in this case Juicy Juice cherry juice, or the opportunity to look at computer images of the dominant, "celebrity" monkey of their pack.

Despite their thirst, they chose to look at the pictures.

Even better, male monkeys would pay to see pictures of female's hindquarters. See ladies? We've been pigs for a long time.

Let's all take a time out from our busy day and ponder the wonder that is nature. Considering what their winters are like, I think pondering is as close as I want to get.

While the international desk over at BBC news may be suspect, their science desk seems to be plugging right along, this time bringing us news of a remarkable development in cybernetic research:

Matthew Nagle, 25, was left paralysed from the neck down and confined to a wheelchair after a knife attack in 2001.

The pioneering surgery at New England Sinai Hospital, Massachusetts, last summer means he can now control everyday objects by thought alone.

The brain chip reads his mind and sends the thoughts to a computer to decipher.

And yes, before you ask, it would definitely appear he's able to get himself a beer with this system. If it couldn't do that, it wouldn't be worth having!

Jason notes BBC news forgot to put the right headline on their latest story on Iraq:

The headline, "Iraq Child Malnutrition Rates Cut by Two Thirds" has been abducted from the masthead of the British Broadcasting Service, and replaced with the misleading headline, "Children 'Starving' in New Iraq"

He also notes the New York Times seems to have a problem using the "T-word".

The parallels to earlier predictions are rather striking, no?

Don't fix it:

The European Space Agency’s (ESA) SMART-1 Moon probe had a bit of unexpected engine action. Spacecraft operators last month were surprised to find the craft’s ion motor happily at work.
...
The event seems to be related to a shift of memory addresses caused by the uploading of a major software patch. The patch was not uploaded to fix a problem, but to provide new functionality for the lunar orbiter’s science instruments, Grahn told SPACE.com.

At least it didn't crash into the moon because someone forgot to convert standard to metric.

There's nothing quite like a child's point of view to throw a boomerang at reality, and there's nothing quite like explaining sex to them that gets the boomerang to bounce around a bit:

[My] well-meaning mom also showed me Nova's Miracle of Life in response to the typical kid inquiry, "Where do babies come from?" Bless my mother: I was only five, but wanting to give me a mentally healthy outlook on sex from the get-go, we proceeded to have an hourlong conversation after the video screening about grownup relationships, how intercourse is wonderful, beautiful, natural, healthy, et cetera.

But apparently, in her zeal to instill in me a positive notion of sex, we failed to fully discuss the mechanics. At the close of the conversation, Mom asked if I had any questions. I paused, looked up at her with wide eyes, and said, "Does Daddy know about this?"

One of the biggest questions I had was, "do people have to get naked to do this?" When answered affirmative, my six year old reaction was "ug! I don't want to be naked around girls*! No way am I doing that!"

Funny enough, around the age of 13 getting naked with girls started sounding a lot more interesting.

Olivia? Oh Olivia's going into a convent, no need to worry there... :)

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* In 1974, to a six year old at least, "gay" still meant happy. I think two years later the punk-ass preacher kid learned what it also meant and, I'm not making this up, got up in front of class and did his best imitation of what must've been a male street walker during a "guess who I am" game. We thought he looked like a spastic chicken, and told him so.

"No you idiots, I'm gay!"

"So, um, you're a happy chicken?"

"No! Sha! You all are so stupid!" (there is nothing, nothing more arrogant than the child of a powerful preacher) "I'm gay. It means I like guys."

We all stared, dumbfounded. "And...?"

None of us knew what he was talking about, and the teachers were too mortified to explain it clearly. When we finally got a clear answer out of the little snot, the general reaction of my group was "well, if it'll keep girls like Agnes from beating on us, maybe we'll be gay when we grow up!"

This is haircut #2 for Olivia.

Our new stove. We are total SIMS!

The Spider passed its alignment test just fine. The camber is frozen about 1 degree negative right now, about .5 degrees out of spec, because the alignment guy didn't want to hurt anything freeing up the frozen adjuster. Not a big deal at all, considering how little I drive it... just adds a bit of understeer. I'll break the adjusters loose next winter and get it re-aligned next spring.

Ferget that... now I get to look forward to 9 months of sweet sweet Alfa Spider driving. Bruum-Bruum!

Pretty cool!! You should all check it out!

What happens when you combine the finest in moonbattery with a bit of whimsy? The Cannibal Flesh Doner Program, that's what.

You know, I might be willing to at least listen to some of these ideas if it weren't patently obvious their proponents were purile loons. The sad thing is, having read a great deal about the various protest movements in the 1950s and 1960s, they really haven't changed at all. These are the same wacky ideas and self-destructive indulgences their grandparents engaged in. The only thing that changes is the hairstyle.

Via Reflections in D Minor.

Great, just what I needed, another cat song for Ellen to obsess over. Hey, at least it's for a good cause!

Weirdest. Flash. Game. Evah

And from us, that's saying something.

Everyone knows when the sky fell on the dinosaurs 65 million years ago it was bad. But they may not know just how bad it got:

The asteroid that struck the Yucatan Peninsula 65 million years ago presumably initiated the extinction of the dinosaurs. The huge collision also unleashed a worldwide downpour of tiny BB-sized mineral droplets, called spherules.

The hard rain did not pelt the dinosaurs to death.

But the planet-covering residue left behind may tell us something about the direction of the incoming asteroid, as well as possible extinction scenarios, according to new research. The falling spherules might have heated the atmosphere enough to start a global fire, as one example.

BBs hot enough and numerous enough to set a whole planet on fire? Yeah, color me glad the closest ancestor we had at the time was small enough to hide in a cave.

See, there's two ways you can figure out how much beer is in a keg. You can measure the outside of it, figure out how much each component weighs, do a lot of fancy math, and probably come out with a really precise answer. Or, you can do what they did:

How much is inside a keg? Any college sophomore can tell you it is 15 gallons, but how many servings is that, and how many gallons should you plan for each guest?

On Saturday night, we decided to find out.

Back in college we used to get a pony every weekend. It was a lot cheaper than buying cans and, since you could drink whatever amount you liked instead of a fixed 12 oz, it lasted longer. We kept each one of the plastic caps that covered the tap ring, and enjoyed watching freshmen goggle at the wall of circles we built up over a semester.

Good times, good times...

New Scientist is carrying this article summarizing the development of a new type of scale capable of measuring "zeptograms" (10^-21g). It's done using a vibrating blade of silicon carbide only 100 nanometers long.

The device already has potential uses in biomedical and environmental research. If researchers can make it even more sensitive, the device has the potential to diagnose diseases very early by identifying single marker molecules in a drop of blood.

Slashdot's got this story that links up the best entries in the 2005 Star Wars Fan Film awards. I just got done watching Sith Apprentice, and it was a scream. Highly recommended!

Famed attorney Johnnie Cochran, 67, perhaps best known for his defense of O.J. Simpson, died Tuesday at his home in Los Angeles.

Read entire article here.

We still think OJ is guilty. I'm sure Cochran will find out.

No-Prize to Rich who notified us of the news break.

Today's useless bit of pseudo-trivia is brought to us courtesy of The Etymology of Jesus H. Christ.

Nah, I'm not sure I believe it either, kinda smacks of "after-the-fact-ism" to me. But who knows. Next up, an explanation of Shiva H. Vishnu.

Space.com is carrying this summary of the recently held 36th Lunar and Planetary Science Conference. Provides a nice update on where pretty much every active field of lunar research is at the moment. There's actually a surprisingly large amount of research being done on our closest natural celestial neighbor.

At first, I was quite outraged when I stumbled across this:

Nationally recognized geneticist William A. Doty and clinician Joseph Peacock began a program in private practice whereupon overweight men in the Bay Area could receive vasectomies free of charge. Their philosophy: When engaging in clinical decision making, physicians tend to value primarily information about the effect of treatments on physiological functioning and disease progression, rather than information about the impact on the patient's quality of life [9-11]. By focusing on the quality of life of future generations, we greatly improve the psychological impact of genetics on the human condition.

But then I thought, "that's stupid... this would only work if you talked them into a vasectomy before they had kids." Then my Landover Baptist Church warning system kicked in.

Not wanting to give Joshua another opportunity to place a whoopie cushion under my intellectual arrogance, I decided to do a bit of digging. The story was linked up on FARK, so I went trolling in the comments. Once I waded through the inevitable eltist eugenic "what a great idea, fat people = stupid!" crap, sure enough someone else had discovered the rest of the site looked an awful lot like this one.

So I'm going to call this one satire, although I'm not completely sure I understand its point. Which I find a little worrisome, since satire is nearly always missed by its intended targets. However, with a little squinting I could see it as a jibe at the whole "the state knows best, obey the state" stance that liberals, especially California liberals, are justly famous for. So I'll call it that for now. To quote a certain Cheshire Cat:

"Tell yourself, 'I've seen worse at Rutledge's.' Prevarication, in this instance, may help."

Instapundit linked up this evaluation of recent events in Iraq:

The Iraqi resistance has peaked and is 'turning in on itself', according to recent intelligence reports from Baghdad received by Middle Eastern intelligence agencies.

The reports are the most optimistic for several months and reflect analysts' sense that recent elections in Iraq marked a 'quantum shift'. They will boost the government in the run-up to the expected general election in May.

This echoes similar assessments in the Post and other MSM outlets. As with the economic recovery, the evidence is simply becoming too obvious to ignore. Since the liberal media cannot allow such progress to be attributed to ideological rivals, we are seeing not so much reportage as a rather startling reversal of spin. As with the Regan recovery in the 1980s, reports of "continuing recession" and "ongoing violence" are being replaced not with acknowledgement of improvement, but instead with "the imminent end of the current recovery" and "in spite of positive developments, violence continues."

I also won't hesitate to point out the oft-predicted apocalyptic collapse of Iraq into civil war keeps not happening. As with all such escatological prophecies, instead of letting go of an obviously false premise, this will merely mean the deadline will be quietly pushed back by its adherents.

I don't care. They're still going to owe me a pizza.

Heritage USA, meet Heritage UK:

A BUSINESSWOMAN has launched a £144 million mission to win youthful converts to Christianity by creating Britain’s first biblical theme park.
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Before leaving Ark Alive, billed as the place “where Disney meets the Bible”, children would also have the experience of expulsion from the Garden of Eden, being swallowed by a whale, escaping from a lion’s den and walking on water.

Great. Like the Empress in Training would really need a Jesus complex to feel more powerful. Trust me, Olivia has already decided "no" is something she says to other people. She doesn't need any help.

Speaking of Heritage USA, it would appear to have been abandoned some time ago, and now seems to have become the weirdest ghost town on the planet.

Mahmood linked up this nifty "stream-of-consciousness" reminisce about a fellow Bahraini's college time in Boston. The funny thing is I get the impression Nina feels nearly as strange in that town as this guy did. Of course, New York might as well be another country...

Liz gets a leather-bound no-prize for bringing us news of a rather interesting new technique for treating depression:

Russian scientists recommend the following course of the whipping therapy: 30 sessions of 60 whips on the buttocks in every procedure. A group of drug addicts volunteered to test the new method of treatment: the results can be described as good and excellent.

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Heh...

"So Scott, if Ellen is so evil and cat obsesed and all, why do you put up with her anyway?"

Well, ya see, it's like this. The worst part is, she knows exactly how to use it.

To paraphrase:

Do you love [her, Scott?]
Aw, ma, I love [her] awful.
Oh, God, that's too bad.

Special thanks to Bluelens for doing it right. Oh, and Joshua, when Olivia turns 16? Fuggedaboudit. Between the two of them I'll have enough problems just avoiding cardiac arrest.

A rather firey debate over at Politburo Diktat got me reminiscing about the good ol' days of USENET and talk.origins. It was there, and on the various related alt. groups, that I transformed from a bright and shiny newbie into the grizzled, obnoxious, sarcastic, shrike-like, unreasonable, argumentative, "last-word-in-before-I-die" bastard you all know and love. And I was just a junior member. In the time before the September that Never Ended, talk.origins old-timers could slice up a newbie creationist so quickly and so efficiently it would make a samurai take up gardening.

Which leads me (in my usual direct and concise way) to what I think is the best description of what, exactly, happened every September in those halcyon days, when sheltered fundamentalist teenagers jumped onto a forum meant to, in their bright and shiny minds, teach us all the error of our evolutionary ways:

We have seen now all the typical [creationist] exits and one highly unusual non-exit. The usuals:

1. Rush into the debate with all guns blazing (i.e. evolution can't be proved, the 2nd law argument, "macroevolution" has never been observed, there are gaps in the fossil record, etc., nobody saw me do it, you can't prove anything). Have head handed to you. Whimper smugly about how mistreated you are. Leave.
2. Rush into the debate etc. Have head handed to you. Disappear without even a goodbye or a f**k you.
3. Rush into the debate etc. Have head handed to you. Claim that all your assertions are "common knowledge". Redirect followups so that they are never seen. Leave.
4. Rush into the debate etc. Have head handed to you. Continue to post sniping one liners (sometimes for years) without ever answering a single question or including a bit of content in your posts.

And the unusual one.

5. Rush into the debate etc. Have head handed to you. Some how wade through all the vitriol from both sides and decide that evolution might actually be _interesting_. Visit a library. Learn something. Continue to post but from a position of greater knowledge rather than continual, aggressive ignorance (not that the poster I am referring to, John Gonzalez, ever was aggressively ignorant. Remember, I am carefully speaking in generalities).

Anyway, one way or another they always leave. Kind of sad, really. Like losing a stupid yet well-loved pet.

Crusty USENETers... I do miss them so... *sniff*

The good news: Halo 2 expansion coming soon.

The bad news: It's not going to address what we really want:

Call it Halo 2: Combat Expanded. After much speculation, Bungie today announced plans to release an expansion for its popular first-person shooter, Halo 2. It will not, however, contain a single-player portion that many hoped might wrap up Halo 2's abrupt campaign mode ending.

Basically, a pack of multiplayer maps. Which will be fun for the occasional Halo-day, but I'm not sure it'll be worth the $20 they're gonna charge.

Halo 3? No word on that, but Microsoft would be insane to use anything else to launch their upcoming X-box 2.

Spaceflightnow is carrying this update on the Planetary Society's upcoming launch of a revolutionary solar sail design. Dubbed "Cosmos 1", this blade-like structure will take a ride on a converted ICBM. It's scheduled to be launched (from a submarine no less) some time in April or May.

People who've seen Napoleon Dynamite will recognize this, and be amazed. They really do exist!

What? Haven't seen the movie yet? Ugh! Gross! Freakin' idiot!

Yeah, I know, I know, "get out more" ... it's raining outside... Ugh! Idiot!

BBCnews is carrying this article providing a very interesting point-by-point summary of last year's tsunami disaster. Scary stuff!

Heh...

Actual conversation, related to me by a hunting friend:

Friend's Dad: "Be careful what you're shooting out there. Look for orange, don't shoot orange. We want to shoot deer, not people."

Friend: "What about the black-and-white spotted deer that weigh 1,000 pounds?"

Friend's Dad: "No cows either."

Ellen's always badgering me to wear aftershave or cologne, but somehow I think even she would draw the line before I got to this stuff:

A worker with India's main opposition party displays an antiseptic aftershave made of cow urine at a stall in party headquarters in New Delhi February 25, 2005.

Of course, nowadays a modern chemical plant can turn just about any fluid into any other fluid with relative ease, so who knows what it actually smells like. Well, actually I don't care, but you can go find out and tel me.

Happy Birthday to Coconut!

The spider has officially emerged from winter hibernation, with six new tie rod ends and two new upper control arm ball joints! Thanks go out to everyone on the Alfa digest, who's "yes, that was kinda dumb, but if you do this you'll be fine" comments kept me from getting too nervous, and to Ellen, who's last minute assistance ensured the front wheels weren't pointing in different directions.

Oh it still pulls a little to the right, and the steering wheel isn't quite straight, but I was expecting that. One trip to the alignment shop should be all it needs for a full season of driving. Improvements? Oh I only thought the steering was responsive. Now that all the worn-out stuff has been renewed, you can nearly feel the texture of the asphalt through the steering wheel. It's a good thing.

Rob E. gets a shabby but noble no-prize for bringing us The Old Negro Space Program, a brilliant parody of a Ken Burns production. I especially like the "poiniant soldier's letter" segment. Highly recommended.

"The Old Negro Space Program - the shocking-but-false story of America's Blackstronauts."

No, I'm not switching over to DeLoreans, I just think they're interesting cars and in the spotlight with the recent passing of John DeLorean. However, DeLorean nuts should be interested to learn they can buy a "remanufactured" DMC-12, with prices starting at $37,000. Maybe mom can trade in her new car on one of these!

Have submarine, will smuggle:

Colombian police have found a homemade submarine capable of carrying $200 million (107.8 million pounds) worth of cocaine on a Pacific Ocean smuggling mission, police say.

Police, who acted on a tip, made no arrests after finding the submarine hidden in the port of Tumaco, near the border with Ecuador, the Administrative Security Department detective force said on Friday.

~ We do blow in a yellow submarine ~

Aviation Week is carrying this close-up look at the Blue Angels. They're scheduled to be in this area in mid-May. Let's all hope for clear skies!

Just in time for the holday! WWJSL? (What Would Jesus Smell Like?) I dunno, I guess I am a little curious as to what, exactly, myrrh smells like. Not sure if I'd want it in a candle or not.

Ron gets a no-prize people will stare at with their heads cocked sideways for bringing us proof of what we've suspected all along:

Many a visitor to New York's Museum of Modern Art has probably thought, "I could do that."

A British graffiti artist who goes by the name "Banksy" went one step further, by smuggling in his own picture of a soup can and hanging it on a wall, where it stayed for more than three days earlier this month before anybody noticed.

Probably the weirdest "modern art" exhibit I ever saw was at the Hirschorn in, I think, 1996. They were featuring some artist specializing in "ancient Korean glazes" or some such thing. Turned out the exhibit consisted of giant squares, all painted slightly different shades of olive green. The redneck sorta just leapt out of me and I think I said, a bit too loudly, "oh hell all you need for this is a Home Depot and a power painter!"

I tend to be amused by such nonsense. Ellen wants to set things on fire.

Jeff gets a noble but doomed no-prize for bringing us news of USS America's curious fate:

The Navy plans to send the retired carrier USS America to the bottom of the Atlantic in explosive tests this spring, an end that is difficult to swallow for some who served on board.

The Navy says the effort, which will cost $22 million, will provide valuable data for the next generation of aircraft carriers, which are now in development. No warship this size or larger has ever been sunk, so there is a dearth of hard information on how well a supercarrier can survive battle damage, said Pat Dolan, a spokeswoman for Naval Sea Systems Command.

One part of me thinks, "what a shame." But then I remember what Coral Sea looked like as she was ignominiously dismantled in Baltimore harbor and I think, "at least it's a good death."

Of course, there's also this tiny Mythbusters-like voice in the back of my head giggling about getting to blow up something that big. You can take the boy out of the playground...

On the front page of the Post today: scientists have discovered soft tissue remains inside a T-Rex fossil. Apparently it was just dumb luck... they had to cut apart a femur fossil to get it to fit in a helicopter, and there the stuff was. They're playing down the "Jurassic Park DNA" angle right now, because it's not clear at all if DNA itself has survived. But it would appear that nearly everything else did. Even more interesting, they think there's probably more of this stuff inside bones already collected, simply because nobody had ever thought to look.

Soft tissue remains after 70 million years. Whodathunkit?

Update: This MSNBC article covers the same ground but includes the pictures that were found in the Post's print edition.

Odd.

Hey Amber!!

Do you think your sister would get pissed off if I brought this to your bridal luncheon?

As featured on South Park!

Don't forget to check the samples!

It's like Chinese food for your ears!

Blogs aren't quite like USENET groups or other discussion boards, but I've participated in enough of both to get a real kick out of this.

(Shamelessly stolen from bluelens)

How many discussion group posters does it take to change a lightbulb?


1 to change the light bulb and to post that the light bulb has been changed

14 to share similar experiences of changing light bulbs and how the light bulb could have been changed differently

7 to caution about the dangers of changing light bulbs

7 to point out spelling/grammar errors in posts about changing light bulbs

5 to flame the spell checkers

3 to correct spelling/grammar flames

6 to argue over whether it's "lightbulb" or "light bulb"

... another 6 to condemn those 6 as anal-retentive

2 industry professionals to inform the group that the proper term is "lamp"

15 know-it-alls who claim they were in the industry, and that "light bulb" is perfectly correct

19 to post that this forum is not about light bulbs and to please take this discussion to a lightbulb forum

11 to defend the posting to this forum saying that we all use light bulbs and therefore the posts are relevant to this forum

36 to debate which method of changing light bulbs is superior, where to buy the best light bulbs, what brand of light bulbs work best for this technique and what brands are faulty

7 to post URL's where one can see examples of different light bulbs

4 to post that the URL's were posted incorrectly and then post the corrected URL's

3 to post about links they found from the URL's that are relevant to this group which makes light bulbs relevant to this group

13 to link all posts to date, quote them in their entirety including all headers and signatures, and add "Me too"

5 to post to the group that they will no longer post because they cannot handle the light bulb controversy

4 to say "didn't we go through this already a short time ago?"

13 to say "do a Google search on light bulbs before posting questions about light bulbs"

1 forum lurker to respond to the original post 6 months from now and start it all over again.

The Wikipedia entry for the DMC-12 is actually very good. 0-60 in 10 seconds, $56,000 in today's dollars. The thing is, in 1981 a 10-second 0-60 was actually decent. That's how far performance had fallen in the Nader heaven of the 70s. Crazy as it sounds, our Cruiser (which sometimes feels like it can be passed by energetic bicyclers) would actually give this swoopy thing a run for its money. Ah, progress...

No, really, you just can't make this stuff up:

A diner at a Wendy’s fast food restaurant in San Jose, California, found a human finger in a bowl of chili prepared by the chain, local officials said on Wednesday.

“This individual apparently did take a spoonful, did have a finger in their mouth and then, you know, spit it out and recognized it,” said Ben Gale, director of the department of environmental health for Santa Clara County. “Then they had some kind of emotional reaction and vomited.

Ya think?

What I'm wondering is... fingers are, you know, kind of important to people. Folks normally will notice their sudden absence. Maybe Wendy's is secretly involved with a Yakuza-run processing plant?

I mean, who wouldn't want a lawnmower-engined hoverboard. That's waybetter than some boring china or silverware set. I mean, if you can't put yourself in the emergency room with it, why do you want it the first place?

Oh no Amber, you can thank me later!

In rememberance of John DeLorean's passing, we have this BBCnews article about how his DMC12 is faring in the UK. We spot DeLoreans toodling around our neighborhood once or twice a year... about as often as we see Lamborghinis but far less often than Ferraris (being near the biggest Ferarri dealership in the mid-Atlantic has its advantages). There seems to be one person around here who owns one still in its classic brushed metal finish, while another has one painted red. Why paint them? Well, you can't do conventional bodywork and maintain that finish, so I'm figuring the red one must've gotten pranged at some point.

Still, I certainly wouldn't push one out of my garage!

Personally, I think it would be better if they ran with the bulls:

The annual "running of the bulls" in the northern Spanish town of Pamplona could get some serious competition this year, in the form of a rival run by naked humans protesting cruelty to animals.

The People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) group, which has protested against the event in the past, even announced that it was asking the town authorities to replace the traditional bull-chase with its "running of the nudes."

I mean, anything that gets obnoxious hippies run over is fine by me. Too bad that's not what they're asking. Wusses.

Look, I never said I was a good buddhist, okay?

I'm currently finishing up The Fabric of the Cosmos, in which a surprisingly large number of head-crunching cosmological theories are discussed in a lighthearted tone with small words and pretty pictures*. The latest disturbing thing I've run across in the book (well, I think... see the footnote below) is that, entropically speaking at least, black holes have a surface.

No, don't ask me to explain it, because I'll just sound even dumber than I already do (oh be quiet, I can too! ... Waitaminute...) Anyway now it would appear not only do they have a surface, they're also a liquid. At least in ten dimensions. I think. Gah... I'm going to go soak my head now...

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* I'm an anthropology graduate specifically because I'm horrible at math. Horrible. Yet, in one of those great karmic ironies, I'm also fascinated with physics and astronomy. So, how to explain the universe's inner workings to someone with (in this field) a comprehension level slightly below that of a kumqwat? Lighthearted sentences, pretty pictures, and small words. Even then I've had to set the thing down and walk away a few times feeling like someone had just hit me over the head with bag of buckshot.

Culture shock! Get your culture shock here:

One day after class, a ninensei girl walked up to me, and out of nowhere proudly exclaimed "Spread your legs!" Perhaps mistaking the look of shocked bewilderment on my face for misunderstanding, she stuck her chest out and repeated it even louder - "Spread your legs!"

She then produced a book of colloquial English expressions. Apparently. She'd taken the phrase from the police section...you know, "Get out of the car! Against the wall! Spread your legs!" She had just randomly selected "Spread your legs!" and decided to hit me with it one day.

It's a well-written diary detailing an American teacher's experiences instructing Japanese middle schoolers in English. So far no tentacles, but with the Japanese anything is possible.

Highly recommended if you like inside looks at outside cultures.

Free time + shop skills + lots of mirrors =

The Solar Death Ray!!!

Actually, it looks like a home-built version of a giant flower-thing they had outside the Pentagon back in, I think, 1999. As I recall it was part of a "solar external combustion" experiement, although most people assumed they were talking to little green men or something.

I can't help but think our old friend the Bishop must be involved with these people somehow:

he leader of a secretive Spanish sect who said he was the true Pope and that the Vatican was controlled by the devil has died, a town hall official said Tuesday.

Unfortunately he wasn't crucified, and therefore the apocalypse would seem to have been delayed once more. Nothing quite as annoying as the world ignoring one's eschatological prophecies. Well, I guess it did in fact end for him.

The Egyptologists in the audience should find this New Scientist article interesting:

The first remains of ancient Egyptian seagoing ships ever to be recovered have been found in two caves on Egypt's Red Sea coast, according to a team at Boston University in the US.

There's a decent chance these are remains of some of the ships sent out by Queen Hatshepsut on a famous expedition to the mysterious land of "Punt", thought to be modern Yemen. If true, it would be the first hard evidence that trade across the Red Sea was ocurring during this time period.

Of course, as with everything involving 3500 year old relics, it's not completely certain.

Just for reference, when these boats were built, some thirty five centuries ago, the pyramids were already a thousand years old.

~ Bad Burkhas Bad Burkahs Cha-dor Cha-dor / Whatcha gonna do? / Whatcha gonna do when dey come for you? ~

The first part looks like the above mentioned nuns on wires. The second reminds me of a giant female Three Stooges fan club. The third, well the third makes me think of the Keystone Cops. Only, you know, with robes.

Let's remember folks... never let logic get in the way of religio-political beliefs! We must enforce purity to uphold the revolution!

Joshua gets a precise but annoying no-prize for bringing us the ultimate in robotic timepieces:

Scientists at MIT's Media Lab in the United States have invented an alarm clock called Clocky to make even the doziest sleepers, who repeatedly hit the snooze button, leap out of bed.

After the snooze button is pressed, the clock, which is equipped with a set of wheels, rolls off the table to another part of the room.

Well, actually, in our house it would roll off the table into another room, where it would be mugged by a 2'11" monster who would hug it, kiss it, squeeze it, say "bah-CHA! badeebedabeeboo CHA!" to it, try to stuff cheese balls into it, then leave it wheels-up in the middle of the floor.

Some scientists say stairs are the greatest impediment to household robots. These people do not have children. If they did, they would realize the real danger to any small complex object is toddlers.

Everyone's favorite Science Guy is back, this time with a new more "adult-oriented" show. Program listing doesn't show any DC-area airings scheduled at this point, hopefully that'll change. Time to tinker with the Tivo!

Washington Post today carried this article summarizing a remarkable discovery in plant genetics. It seems that plants can "fix" their genes with copies from ancestors long gone:

The newly discovered phenomenon, which resembles the caching of early versions of a computer document for viewing later, allows plants to archive copies of genes from generations ago, long assumed to be lost forever.

Great. I can't remember where I put my car keys this morning, but my house plant can call up the genetic code of its ancestors. Sometimes life just don't seem fair.

This time Fark leads us to the obvious conclusion that the government created the 9-11 plot in 1976. Damn that Jimmy Carter... I knew he was up to no good!

Spaceflightnow is carrying this nifty Saturn photo showing the great rings edge-on, with orbiting "shephard" moons slowly gliding past.

Behold the power of coffee.

Via Mahmood.

Ron gets a drowsy yet over-analyzed no-prize for bringing us this "by chicks for chicks" look at how the way a couple sleeps together speaks about their relationship:

Like Shingles (on a Roof)
One partner (typically the man) lies face up in what Dr. Dunkell calls the "royal" position (bespeaking a strong ego and a sense of entitlement). Although the woman also lies on her back, her head is on his shoulder, suggesting, says Dr. Dunkell, she is the more dependent and compliant partner: "By looking at the world from the same perspective as his, she achieves a strengthening sense of comradeship and protection."

Having been trapped in the upstairs bathroom with nothing but chick magazines to read a few times, I can say that all women's magazines seem to be written this way. No wonder the most popular young western female archetype seems to be Bridgette Jones. It's the magazines that turn them into hyper-analyzed neurotic bundles of incomprehensibility.

So do us all a favor ladies. Put down that Redbook or Cosmopolitan and pick up an issue of Road and Track or Sports Illustrated instead. Your significant other will thank you!

In the "Just in Case You Haven't Lost All Hope in Humanity" file, we have this... interesting... admission:

A Belgian man on trial for having sex with dogs claims he did it out of compassion for man's best friend, a Belgian paper said on Friday.

Well... now isn't that just special. *blink* *blink*

BBCnews is carrying this article summarizing the discovery of a Bronze Age perfume "factory". The site includes an olive press, copper smelting works, and a winery. By examining traces found on buried pottery, scientists have reconstituted 12 different perfumes. It's thought that ancient Crete (Minoans) was the primary customer, and that the earthquake that destroyed the factory actually played a key role in preserving its artifacts.

Fark linked up a more detailed account of the sunken super sub this morning, and this one includes some pictures.

Hooray! After three years of trying, we have finally received our first hate letter! You'd think after all these fart jokes and right wing lunacy we'd have legions of loons beating down our door. Not so! We were quite disappointed, quite disappointed indeed, at the utter lack of frothing hate mail. I mean, there was that incident last year, but they were too weird to really have any fun with. This, though, this is a different matter entirely...

Idea lifted from IMAO, but Nina gets a no-prize for helping us with the mad-lib.

Oh yeah, that's our innovation. Items in italics have been mad-libbed with the gracious help of Ellen's sister, mostly to improve comprehension. No, really!

dude what the monkey are you trying to say with all this stupid zombie door knob, and whats up with you talking all this jacket, you sound like some kind of pathetic fire eating midget/secretary with absolutly [sic] nothing butter [sic] to do with your time. you suck bro, i bet you are one seriously lame computer arent you, come on now fess up you sad security blanket, have you ever had a nice quality piece of bear.........didnt think so anyway swipe you and anyone who looks like you, and a free piece of advise [sic] pal, get your little panties out of a wade [sic], and quit writting [sic] stupid jack on the internet, later robber

j, 24, king of it all

one last tip- try this man, read some hunter s thompson material, listen to some Sublime, rent the movies natural born killers and almost famous, and chill your clipboard out, that is if you can manage to pull yourself away from online porn for one whole night...........engineer

you can thank me at [an address, although it came from a different one, go figure].......................librarian

Of course, we simply could not let this go...

Thank you for your letter! We here at AMCGLTD enjoy feedback and appreciate your response!

However, we are a bit confused... are we talking with "jdythmpsn" (Judy Thompson?) or "jsh_whthd" (Josh Whitehead?) We'll just assume it's you Josh (can we call you Josh? Good.), because writing mail like this using your mom's AOL account is just, well, lame. We'll copy both addresses just in case.

We must say Josh, we found your correspondence quite amusing. It's not often we get to hear from the ricer white-boy wigger crowd. We're so glad you could take time off patrolling your 'hood at the food court to write us! We're not quite sure what butter has to do with anything, but we'll trust you on that. We also find your creative use of commas as an all-purpose punctuation mark quite innovative, although I must say we can't really imitate it, it just must be a talent of yours,

As to the quality of our "bear" Josh, well, we can only speculate your fascination with it must definitely be a sign of interest. Sorry though, we'll have to pass. It's quite commonly understood in pop-psych circles that misdirected rage in males is often inversely proportional to the size of their penis, which to us strongly indicates that, not to put too fine a point on it, your envy of the male mosquito's endowment must be rather hard to bear at times.

And we must thank you for your tips Josh! We had no idea people with a reading comprehension at the 4th grade level could even *spell* Hunter S. Thompson, let alone read him. While we have it on good authority Sublime is, well, dead, we would rather like to dedicate the last verse of Santeria to you, our newest fan. Consider it a heartfelt expression of our truest, deepest feelings.

Yours sincerely,

The editors at AMCGLTD

The next question will be, of course... will he write back? I'm betting yes, but I'm not doing too well with online poker right now (fake money mom, fake money). Any takers?

"Blackie is safe and warm with me and my family of 3 kitties. She has instantly bonded with our autistic child, and I cannot think of separating them. The reward is of no comparison to the amount of love and joy she brings to my daughter's heart. I know this will not assuage your grief, but know she is well looked after, loved and always will be. Regards, MN."

Read entire article here.

Apparently the cat is microchipped. As soon as this dumbass takes it to the vet for the first time (well, assuming the clinic is smart enough to scan all black cats for a while) she will be reported.

Dog Condoms.

Ok, gross. Just gross.

Glacier flow on Mars has been discussed since the Viking days, but conclusive proof of the phenomena has been elusive, until now at least:

Two kissing craters revealed in a new image from Mars shows evidence of past glacial activity, according to the European Space Agency.

Includes way-cool picture!

Actually, something tells me this probably won't be the only "Battleship" drinking game out there, but it is the first one we've stumbled across. I was too much of a featherweight in college to mess with any of these games, figuring they represented a quick trip to the hospital for a 125-pound 5'11" 19 year old. Now that I weigh considerably more... well, I still think they're mostly an express ticket to Hangoverville USA. You go ahead without me, I'll be over here sipping a glass of wine waiting for you to need someone to hold your hair out of the toilet.

Joshua gets a warm and fuzzy no-prize for bringing us the ultimate in pet therapy:

Jeanette's Taxidermy proudly introduces Pet Pillows as an alternative way to remember your pet. Each pet pillow is hand made from the fur of your pet and made into a pillow that you can display.

"Wow, Jane! What a great night's sleep! I need to remember to visit your place any time I have insomnia!"

"Ah! You must've slept on Mister Whiskers! Isn't he great?"

"But Jane, I thought you said Mister Whiskers was dead?"

"He is."

"..."

I shouldn't make too much fun. We have, and I am not making this up, a tiny household shrine in one corner of our ground floor room on which are lovingly stacked the the ash boxes of all the cats waiting for Ellen on the other side. When I pointed out the startling resemblance of what she'd built to a Roman household gods shrine, she blinked twice and said "well, our people ruled the world for a reason you know."

Ah, Italians...

Jeff gets a no-prize shaped like a torpedo for bringing us news of an interesting discovery in the waters near Hawaii:

The wreckage of a large World War II-era Japanese submarine has been found by researchers in waters off Hawaii.

A research team from the University of Hawaii discovered the I-401 submarine Thursday during test dives off Oahu.

These were gigantic subs built by Japan at the end of the war, sunk by the US Navy after the surrender to keep them out of Russian hands. Interestingly, you can see one of the aircraft this sub was meant to launch on display at the Udvar-Hazy annex of the Air and Space Museum. As I recall, the complete restoration took something like seven years, and the result looks something like a cross between a Stuka, a Hurricane, and a Zero, with floats stuck on.

Why waste money on expensive surgery when all you really need is a pack of gum:

A chewing gum which the makers say can help enhance the size, shape and tone of the breasts has proved to be a big hit in Japan.

B2Up says its Bust-Up gum, when chewed three or four times a day, can also help improve circulation, reduce stress and fight ageing.

I guess I'll have to concede my wife's pack-a-day chewing gum habit may actually prove useful. Will New Jersey and Long Island beaches ever be the same?

Autoexpress is carrying this first look at the new Brera-based Alfa spider, which is expected to premiere at the Frankfurt auto show this September. No, I don't want one, I already got a spider. Still crossing my fingers for that 159 though...

Sometimes pretty comes with a price:

The U.S. Army is investigating incidents of unexploded World War I-era munitions showing up in clamshells used as paving material for driveways and parking areas in Delaware, Maryland and Virginia.

The ordnance was dredged up during the past 18 months from the ocean floor during mechanical clam harvesting operations off the New Jersey coast, in the vicinity of Atlantic City, according to Robert Williams of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, which is conducting the investigation.
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Some grenades were found inside the clams.

And just how big are these clams? Boy, that'd be a nasty surprise for some seafood cook, eh?

Ron gets a rusty but potentially explosive no-prize for bringing us this "your driveway, it asploded" story.

Happy Birthday to my Grampy in NY!

~Love,
"Baby O".

*make sure you bring Bud the dog with you in April!*

John Z. DeLorean, the innovative automaker who left a promising career in Detroit to develop the stainless steel-skinned, gull-winged sports car bearing his name and was acquitted of charges he planned to sell $24 million worth of cocaine to support the venture, has died at the age of 80.

Read entire article here.

Romance novel covers for real people!

Anyone in Colorado want to look these fuckers up?

Police say 22-year-old Christopher Wilbur and 18-year-old Joshua Klohr set a gray cat on fire and then tossed it off the school roof Wednesday night. Officers spotted the two men on the roof of Arvada West High School just before 11 p.m.

Read entire fucked up article here.

Great family values I say! They just added 2 more serial killers to the growing list.

My God... they have the National Geographic Channel! How cool! We. Must. Watch!

Ellen: "First up... Infestations. Ooooooo..."

The family is now officially "on vacation".

"Gee Scott, does that mean you're actually going to leave the site alone?"

"You're obviously mistaking us for people with lives..."

We're up in Baltimore for one of Ellen's VT conferences. Ironically, this is the exact hotel we spent our first "away" vacation in, for the (I think) 1997 Balticon. Except now with high speed wireless.

Hmm? Oh go look it up. See? Told you we were nerds.

It took Olivia exactly thirty seconds to disappear underneath the bed, her location revealed by a slow "hee hee hee hee hee". Sort of like our very own curly-headed troll. Only cuter, and in diapers.

So now I'm putting alcohol into Ellen to settle her down (any sort of logistical move usually winds her up like one of those "monky-and-cymbal" toys) and playing "NoNoDon'tTouchThat" with Olivia.

I wonder if the outdoor pool is open? The film on the website said it was heated...

P.S. Hotel water is cool, especially when you can walk around in your socks and diaper gargling it. Olivia's a very special child you see.

Hypocrisy? The New York Times? Say it ain't so, say it ain't so!!!

Meh. no worse than any other bunch trying to have it both ways. It's just easier to catch them at it. The sad thing is, there are many in the peanut gallery who will find no contradiction at all.

Via Drumwaster.

Joshua gets a no-prize with a stone respirator attached for bringing us the precise location of the Darth Vader grotesque at the National Cathedral. As the site notes, like much of the cathedral's decoration you'll need a pair of binoculars to see it. Still, gives us another excuse to go out there. The gardens should start blooming soon too. Can you say "photo safari?" I knew you could...

Slashdot linked up this nifty New Scientist feature article detailing 13 "things that do not make sense"... items that scientists know about but cannot explain. A great look at the edges of knowledge from a variety of fields, from homeopathy to cosmology and more!

Instapundit has this quick roundup of solder's-eye-view stories from Iraq. It includes the e-mail going around summarizing a talk one Major Pete Chiarelli is giving about the lessons learned from the occupation:

2. The Cav lost 28 main battle tanks. He said one of the big lessons learned is that, contrary to doctrine going in, M1-A2s and Bradleys are needed, preferred and devastating in urban combat and he is going to make that point to the JCS next week while they are considering downsizing armor.

3. He showed a graph of attacks in Sadr City by month. Last Aug-Sep they were getting up to 160 attacks per week. During the last three months, the graph had flatlined at below 5 to zero per week.

4. His big point was not that they were "winning battles" to do this but that cleaning the place up, electricity, sewage, water were the key factors. He said yes they fought but after they started delivering services that the Iraqis in Sadr City had never had, the terrorist recruiting of 15 and 16 year olds came up empty.

As always, read the whole thing!

The South African government, having solved all other pressing problems, seems to have instituted a draconian gun control policy (because we all know how effective those are, right?) In the meantime, citizens are doing what they must:

Tighter gun ownership laws are pushing South Africans to buy crossbows, spears, swords, knives and pepper sprays to protect themselves from violent crime.
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With some homeowners worried about prosecution if they kill intruders, the crossbow is particularly popular because of its silence and the difficulty of tracing the firer from forensic evidence, he said.

THWOP!!

One of the more interesting predictions of M-theory (the successor to various string theories) is that, at high enough energies, microscopic black holes can be created. Their presence in the correct experiments would represent a powerful and early experimental confirmation of this startling theory, which holds the promise of unifying gravity and quantum mechanics.

The trick, of course, is to generate high enough energies. Current predictions imply only the upcoming Large Hadron Collider in Europe would be powerful enough to even approach the energies needed. However, it appears that someone may have beaten them to the punch:

A fireball created in a US particle accelerator has the characteristics of a black hole, a physicist has said.

It was generated at the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider (RHIC) in New York, US, which smashes beams of gold nuclei together at near light speeds.

If true, this would be very interesting, as it could mean M-theory is both right in concept but wrong in detail. We'll see...

I'm not quite sure where I stumbled across the stories of Michael Hunter, but I still find the perspectives of someone actuall on San Quentin's death row interesting. It's not really enough to give me sympathy for these guys, but it's definitely a learning experience.

Found in the Post this morning: scientists have mapped nearly all of the human X chromosome. This one is much larger than the Y, which is why it took so much longer. The completion of this project has important implications for various sorts of genetic research, and hopefully why my wife gets "twitterpated" every time the titular actor grins at the screen.

Except for Ed Wood. She never looked the same again at him after that flick. Hee!

Joshua gets a no-prize that, like, totally fell in two pieces before it even knew it was cut for bringing us HOLY SH*T! NINJAS!.

No, I didn't completely understand it either, but it came from Joshua, what do you expect? ;)

Ron gets a slick no-prize for bringing us this Discovery Channel article on recent discoveries regarding motor oil. While a seemingly pedestrian substance, motor oil is in fact a very sophisticated cocktail of petrolium products, detergents, and additives. So sophisticated in fact until recently nobody completely understood how some of the additives actually worked. Now, with a better understanding of said functioning, it is hoped scientists can come up with better, less polluting lubricants to create more "green" oils.

Houston, we have atmosphere:

The Cassini spacecraft has revealed that Saturn's icy moon Enceladus has a significant atmosphere.

The spacecraft unlocked the moon’s secret during recent flybys, NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory announced Wednesday. Scientists, using Cassini's magnetometer instrument for their studies, said the source may be volcanism, geysers, or gases escaping from the surface or the interior.

It's also thought this moon might be the source for Saturn's icy E ring. It would appear to be a busy little moon indeed.

Just how shocked would you be if I told you I'd actually done this?

Oh stop it. Uncover your eyes. Nobody can hear you screaming.

At any rate, no, I don't think I've ever driven an Alfa without clothes on. I did once have to run outside at 3 AM au-naturale to put the top up in a thunderstorm, but that's a different story...

Sad, but most of these little guys don't make it. They die of pneumonia due to aspiration of milk since their airway and esophagus tend to be deformed.

Read article here.

The Alfa, being built before such electronic niceties as ignition, let alone remote start, also has this problem:

Djordjevic said police were skeptical of her story [that her car started on its own and drove into her neighbor's house] until they witnessed her remote starter activate, sending her car driving down the road. They chased it down and prevented it from hitting anything, she said.

Of course, since the Alfa (like all old cars) requires what is essentially a secret handshake that also involves the feet to get going, remote starters are essentially, well, non-starters. It's better than a car alarm!

Shaddup you. It starts just fine. The front wheels don't point the same way*, but it damned well starts.

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* I now know how Han Solo felt. I did everything right changing the tie rod ends, counted the turns just like it says in the book. Put everything together, and on the ground the passenger side wheel is straight as a laser, while the driver's side is 5 degrees inward. "It's not my fault!!!"

Ok, it's like this. Toddlers with fevers suck. She's fine, saw the doctor and everything, this is just a cold. Oh, and never ever ever give your child Robitussin or anything like it... once they taste one nasty liquid medicine, all liquid medicines are nasty, even the ones that are basically sticky grape juice.

Oh, and that sound? That sound is my mom cackling away saying "revenge! I have my revenge!" You see, I had, well, a reputation for being... difficult... with medicines*.

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* It's not like it was undeserved. My parent's motto regarding NyQuil was "anything that tastes that bad must be good for you." They used it both liberally and gleefully whenever my brother or I was sick. Imagine my sister-in-law's surprise at my brother's reaction the first time she brought some home for his cold...

Remember folks, just because they look like overgrown housecats doesn't mean they are:

Dane Kieser, 16, was stroking the ear of a lioness at a breeding enclosure at the Rhino and Lion Nature Reserve on Sunday when he was attacked and pulled under the fence into the lion's den.

Technically not a Darwin award nominee. Why? Hey, the dude had a reason:

Dane apparently took his girlfriend with him to the enclosure where he stuck his arm through the fence to stroke the lioness.

Yup, he was trying to impress a chick. Guys around the world are nodding their heads sagely and thinking, "there but for the grace of God..."

But ya know, now that I think about it, if my house cats weighed 1300 pounds I'd keep them in a cage too. Small+evil = harmlessly amusing. Large + evil = not so much.

There is no nekkidness, but it is kinky!

How a guy wants you to eat a banana!

Me, I'd just chomp it once and it would be gone. None of this banana foreplay crap. When I told my husband this, he got scared and crossed his legs. Men are such wimps.

WHAT!?

It is the new holy grail in the crusade against Britain's bulging waistlines - a low-calorie, vitamin-enriched hot dog that can prevent cancer and reduce cholesterol, and yet tastes exactly like the real thing.

Kinda takes the fun out of eating a hot dog.

Umm...

There are some sick people out there.

See! See! I'm not the only pig around:

I don't recall which P.J. O'Rourke book it was (I think it was this one), but he once opined on the "babe theory" of political movements. It was his observation that the movements that are bound to succeed are the ones with the pretty girls. The reasoning behind it is they are more likely to woo a large number of male supporters, hoping to impress said pretty girls.

It's a pretty shallow observation, but I think it holds some merit -- even in the Middle East, that same wonderful region that brought us the burkha and chador.

And I did not look at those pictures. Nope, not me. Not me at all. It was... rrrmm... my evil twin. Yeah, evil twin, that's it. Bad evil twin! Bad! No biscuit for you!

Not only has Eric Idle adapted Monty Python and the Holy Grail to Broadway, it would appear that it most definitely does not suck:

Turning the 1974 classic comedy "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" into "Spamalot" took Python member Eric Idle three years of work. And it looks like that hard work is paying off, with the show proving a critical darling in its pre-Broadway run and a box-office smash before it even opens.

Considering the Queen Mother's* proximity to NYC, this one actually might be do-able as a family vacation. If nothing else we'll be looking forward to the road show!

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* Ellen's mom. No, really!

Ka-Chomp!:

A camera hidden in the Sumatran rainforest has survived the rage of a tiger attack unscathed, and captured some fascinating images of the nocturnal assault.

The sequence, captured in February, even features one image taken while the camera is clamped inside the big cat's mouth.

I always wondered why this doesn't happen more often. I guess it's time to switch to infrared flashes, eh?

With pictures!

At least five dogs have jumped to their deaths from a bridge over a burn at Overtoun House in the past six months.

Read entire article here.

Don't the people walk them on leashes?

Carrie gets a stylish no-prize for bringing us news of a new exhibition opening in Boston:

Ralph Lauren looks like he's at a fashion show, striding down the aisle in his wide-shouldered pinstripes, surrounded by beautiful creations under bright lights. But these models are cars, and the occasion is an exhibit at Boston's Museum of Fine Arts of classic automobiles from Lauren's personal collection.

Don't miss the slide show, especially #6!

The rest of the article does touch a bit on the straits car manufacturers find themselves in today, but slouches down the "American cars used to suck, and now that they don't they can't sell any" easy path.

An Economist article from June was much better. According to the article, the problem is it's very expensive to create modern cars, so expensive an automaker needs to bang out something like 200,000 of them in the first year just to break even. When you're dealing with numbers on that scale, it's extremely risky to go "out there" with avante-gaurde ideas. The cooler you try to make something, the greater the risk too few people will agree with you.

So what everyone is looking for is a way to make it cheaper to create and build cars. GM seems to be the furthest out there, with innovative "fluid form" technologies that actually mold metal without requiring the heat of casting or the expense of forging. By doing away with the expensive stamping machines and the tooling required to make them work, GM thinks it can make money on as few as 20,000 units per year. If they can, and with entries like the Solstice coming in for less than $25,000 US I think they will, we'll see an explosion of comparatively inexpensive, distinctive models, one for every niche you can imagine.

If not, well, it's not like there's anything wrong with a Camry. As long as, you know, you have an old Alfa Romeo in the garage.

As much as I like watermelon, I will not be doing anything like this .

Why waste a perfectly good watermelon!

Ever wanted to see what Sesame Street looked like in another country? It's pretty neat!

And yes, there is an HIV positive character.

What are you waiting for? Go check it out!

Class action reform? We don't need no stinkin' class action reform:

Alton attorney Emert Wyss thought he could make money in a Madison County class action lawsuit, but he accidentally sued himself instead. Now he has four law firms after his money - and he hired all four.

All over a measly $60. God I love this country!

Well, I'll give 'em points for thinking outside the box:

After many residents [in Hyderabad, India] ignored repeated demands to settle overdue property taxes. authorities in a city in Andhra Pradesh state have sent 20 groups of drummers to play outside offenders' houses for the past week.

18% have paid up after just one week, so it seems to be working.

Hey, It's a lot cuter than that other guy's forehead:

Are you looking for great advertising space for your company? My miniature Wiener dog 'Peanut' will be your billboard. She loves taking walks and meeting new people. Everyone that sees a Wiener dog can’t help but look.

About time a family pet started to earn their keep. Hey, I got ... five four-legged billboards (well, one of them only has three legs, but still) running around my house. Time to break out the stencil and spraypaint!

One of the biggest problems with Alzheimers is the inability to directly diagnose the disease. The only sure way is autopsy, which is understandably a sub-optimal situation when you're trying to determine if treatment is needed.

However, according to this New Scientist article, such drastic measures may no longer be needed:

Takaomi Saido at the Riken Brain Science Institute in Wako, Japan, and his colleagues, have developed a new, non-toxic tracer that attaches itself to the amyloid plaques in the brain and can be detected by regular MRI scanners. The tracer is made from a form of fluorine that is a common additive in drinking water, and a form of hydrogen, which is known to bind to amyloid.

The technique is immediately useful in primary research, which uses special mice to examine disease progress and treatment effectiveness. The tracer works in human tissue, although no trials involving living humans have been initiated.

By detecting the disease before symptoms are exhibited and monitoring its progression after treatment, this technique should have profound implications in the fight against this tragic disease.

Ron gets a very proper and understandable no-prize for bringing us this unintentionally hilarious look at "leet speak":

While it's important to respect your children's privacy, understanding what your teenager's online slang means and how to decipher could be important in certain situations and as you help guide their online experience.

All you really need to complete the "1958 health class" experience is the whir of a 16mm projector and the clicks and pops of the soundtrack. These kids today, you just can't understand them.

Oh, that sound you're hearing? That's the sound of every baby boomer's parent, dead or alive, laughing their ass off and screaming "revenge! Sweet seet revenge!"

Fark linked up news that the Mars rover Spirit got a solar panel cleaning over the weekend. While everyone jokes about little homeless green men with squeegees and windex bottles, a far more likely explanation is a dust devil bullseyed the rover, scouring the panels clean of dust. As dirty panels and lower power levels were the only predictable way the rovers would be unable to continue their mission, this windy gift has given Spirit a new lease on life.

Joshua gets a no-prize that'll chafe his eyebrows for bringing us the best. Star Wars. Trailer. Evah. Sad thing is, the guy playing Anakin in this is actually more convincing that Christensen.

A dolphin, equipped with what is believed to be the world's first artificial fin, demonstrated her swimming and jumping skills to celebrate her recovery at a Japanese aquarium.

The dolphin, named Fuji, carried a message in a case with her mouth, splashed the water with a giant jump and climbed onto a stage in front of 750 spectators at the Churaumi Aquarium on the sub-tropical island of Okinawa.

Read entire article here.

Richie gets a no-prize strong with the force for bringing us a place we can see the new Star Wars trailer that hasn't been crushed out of existence yet. This looks pretty good, but then again so did the trailers from the last two. Going to take a "wait and see" with this one.

As we in the south slowly emerge from winter, let's all take some time to check out the miracle that is snow sculpture. And you thought that giant snow wang your friends built back in college was cool...

Looks like the tradition of being buried with your car has a long and storied history:

Decorated with jewellery and finely wrought harness and chariot gear, the 2,400-year-old grave is thought to have been a rallying-point for Britain's tribes 500 years later when the Romans moved north. Some 300 young cattle from all over the country were brought to Ferrybridge to feed an assembly running into thousands not far from where a Little Chef now stands.

No, not Aurthur, he was about eight centuries later. This guy did whatever he did just a little before Alexander started rampaging around Asia. Amazingly, the pyramids were already 2,000 years old at that point.

Scott says I'm not allowed to do the house up like this.

Good thing he lets me decorate in cat themes!

Kitten born with two faces.

With Pix!

No-prize to Carrie!

Jeff gets a no-prize that might (or might not) set off a Geiger counter for bringing us this story of a typo gone very, very wrong:

There's an old saying that a lie can travel halfway around the world before the truth puts its boots on.

Let it be known that mistakes can travel just as fast -- and just as far.

Take the case of Rep. Ellen Tauscher, D-California, who at a hearing on Capitol Hill last week spoke about a 1962 nuclear test in the Nevada desert. The test was code named "Project Sedan."

Tauscher's remarks were little noticed, until they were transcribed -- incorrectly -- in an unofficial transcript of the hearing. One letter was changed. The "Sedan" nuclear test became the "Sudan" nuclear test.

And the government of Sudan took notice.

And then, of course, "Hilarity ensued..."