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5 June 2012

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No. 8,270 (cartoon)

I have an IQ of 179.


6 June 2012

Dead Duck Day in Perspective

Yesterday’s Dead Duck Day’s celebrations were rather muted. The homosexual necrophiliac duck attack in the Netherlands commemorated on the day wasn’t so outlandish in light of recently published observations about the “astonishing depravity” of Adélie penguins made during the 1910-1913 Scott Antarctic Expedition.

George Murray Levick, a scientist on the expedition, noted penguins having sex with penguins that had been dead for a year, chicks “misused before the very eyes of their parents,” and injured females raped by gangs of “little hooligan bands of half a dozen or more” penguins. Levick was so appalled by what he saw that he made his notes in Greek so as not to shock casual readers.

That rather puts a single Dutch duck attack in perspective, no?

7 June 2012

Eight Minutes and Nineteen Light Seconds

The sunlight I’m enjoying left our nearest star eight minutes and nineteen seconds ago. The sun could have exploded eight minutes ago and I’d never know it for another nineteen seconds. I don’t spend much time worrying about that, or anything else.

8 June 2012

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Gratuitous Photo of the Weak: Andrew Hoyem

Andrew Hoyem took my friends and me on a tour of his publishing company, Arian Press. My one-word review: wow! Andrew is one of the classiest hombres I’ve ever met: great suit, bow tie, fountain pen, and a glass of bourbon at closing time.


9 June 2012

Dead Baby Nursery

Melissa Sherman’s baby died in her arms minutes after being born prematurely last year. The baby wasn’t given any medical attention, but Banner Good Samaritan Medical Center nevertheless billed the grieving mother $862 for, “Nursery Level One Care.”

Level One must be where they take care of dead babies. I don’t know why the Phoenix, Arizona hospital has a nursery for babies that aren’t going to get any better.

10 June 2012

Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury died Tuesday. I enjoyed his science fiction stories when I was a teenager, but stopped reading his work after that. I was surprised when his obituaries mentioned that he wrote with a typewriter—never with a computer—and never drove a car. Empirical evidence suggests that he didn’t need most of the machines most of us use.

“By doing things,” Bradbury observed, “things get done.”

That makes sense when you think about it, and especially when you don’t.


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