A Saturday morning like any other, I thought. Quick shower, check weight for the week, then breakfast while browsing the news online. Everyone else was away for the weekend, so I could do what I pleased. I was towelling my hair when I heard a noise from the front room. Damn cat up to mischief again, I thought and went to see what had been knocked over this time.
There was a short, swarthy bloke with curly hair and a beard sitting on my sofa. He was wearing robes and calmly rolling what looked suspiciously like a spliff. I grabbed at the towel.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve seen it all before, you know,” he said airily. He ran his tongue along the Rizla and saw that it was good. “Diet’s coming on nicely, I must say. The abs need work, though.”
An interview with the J-man » A Plague Of Mice.
This is all kinds of mean and nasty. However, given how mean, nasty, superior in their fabricated ignorance, and generally viciously fuckwitted professional homeopathy shills are, I am not even going to try to feel bad about it. It was inspired by the claims of one John Benneth, he of the clathrates and homeopathic ‘gay cure’, to be into poetry and haiku. This from a guy who can barely string a coherent thought together, thereby eliminating any lingering hope anyone might have of his being the new James Joyce, in spite of his writing reading more like extracts from Finnegan’s Wake than anything else.
Just found this. What more needs to be said? If you’ve ever inherited a duff project, be it as part of your studies or part of your job – sorry, students, but this shit continues to happen even after you’ve got that precious piece of paper rumoured to shield you from poverty – then this nicely executed Lady Gaga filk sums it up beautifully. Admire the costumes.
Another “We Are Scientists” video that’s not by We Are Scientists, but by Scientists.
It’s more amateurish than I’m A Climate Scientist, but it’s still fun. Oh man, that beard…
I hope you all noted down the titles of those books? Some fine reading in there.