Well, if that’s indeed true, and I can’t fight it, and, indeed, the next generation is electric, how come I can’t find anywhere on my son to plug in a toaster? For the amount of energy she’s got, I should be able to power a small city off my daughter, too. I’d hate to think […]
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As always seems to be the case, I’ve got an insanely busy October happening. That’s not so surprising — print deadlines mean that an awful lot of “Christmas” content tends to be written several months in advance — and I’m definitely not complaining. Well, at least not until somebody doesn’t pay me. Anyway, the point
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Five things that happened to me to shape my day: 1) I purchased a board game called “Devil Bunny Needs A Ham”. No, really, I did. 2) I had crackers and salami for lunch. Salami is good stuff, although I’m sure it’s quite bad for me. 3) Fifteen minutes before I was due to head
Erratic Observations… Read More »
I’ve been doing this site for a calendar year. To celebrate, have a randomly found picture of an Otter:
Let’s see more of this, please. Fascinating, really — French cigarettes rank (pun intended) amongst some of the worst things I’ve ever had the misfortune to smell, so the fact that even they’re wising up says something. Of course, it’s all relative to the downwind smell from Guyra abbatoir, which has a special #1 place
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Every year, when the winners of the IgNobel prizes are announced, I have that very thought… (The actual recipients list isn’t yet up at the Annals Of Improbable Research site yet, but here’s the Wikipedia entry for all the previous winners.). Then again, looking at that list reminds me that, improbably, somebody’s patented the comb-over,
I should get a research job… Read More »
But then a day’s painting (with, it should be noted, the help of my esteemed brother) will do that to a lad. That, and having lots of work to do. It brings to mind a quote I’ve always liked from the late, great Douglas Adams — specifically “I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound