Thursday, February 23, 2006

If that's what it'll take ...

Here was a picture of Bush with the caption "Won't somebody give this man a blowjob so he can be impeached?" But it's gone now.
But, of course, it wasn't the sex, it was the lying, which means Bush was impeached years ago. But it's a secret, so no one has told the people, and that's just the way President Cheney likes it.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

paper cd case

For idiots (even your host, sometimes) who lose their CD case and for those trusting souls who think that a bubble envelope is overkill, what with the professionalism of your modern postal worker, there is an origami paper CD case. Added bonuses: a CD search engine for those CDs that cleverly omit track info in favor of kewl graphics and a compilation of people's mix CDs that you could rip off, or draw inspiration from.

Boing Boing: Cafe Scientifique

Boing Boing has an article up about Cafe Scientifique, a chance for people to marvel at scientific minds on display. I think that any exposure to science, the scientific method, rationality, etc. is good for people, even if one already has a scientific outlook.
Sadly, I was less than amazed that there isn't an affiliate in or around Washington, D.C., given both the current administration's well documented hostility to science and Mark Kleiman's noting that think tanks just ain't what they used to be.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

And people wonder why I laugh out loud spontaneously

I don’t know which is funnier: that I had the sudden realization that my basement laundry room would be infinitely cooler if it had the sort of industrial disintegration sound effects that you could imagine in any early Nine Inch Nails video if the audio wasn’t composed entirely of far more aggressive industrial sounds, crazy drum tracks and Trent Reznor doing things to keyboards that nature never intended, maybe with a little trippy visual disorientation like the onset of LSD; or that this thought came to me at 34 years of age and as the father of two, as I was gathering sheets from the dryer and moving a blanket into it and stuffing a big-ass king-size comforter into an energy-efficient front-loading washer. Maybe the humor is in the difference in the life I projected for myself 13 years ago and where I’ve ended up.