The heroic Mario fights for the people. It’s inspiring.
(via One Good Thing. And to answer Flea’s questions, yes, yes, late teens, they had no problem, of course they are—but we threw every terrifying thing we could find at the kids, it wasn’t very scary, it was for kids, and you have to be the judge of whether you’re overprotective.)
I’m soon to run off to a class in which we’re going to discuss 16th-17th century science (Vesalius, Bacon, Harvey, Hooke, etc.), and there’s an amusing passage in J.A. Moore’s book that I have to share. It’s a description of a bestiary by Edward Topsell that explains the importance and usefulness of various animals, including mice. Mice seemed to do everything.
A mouse can be skinned, cut in two, and placed over an arrow wound to help the healing process; if a mouse is beaten into pieces and mixed with old wine, the concoction will cause hair to grow on the eyelids; if skinned, steeped in oil, and rubbed with salt, the mouse will cure pains in the lungs; sodden mice can prevent children from urinating too much; mice that are burned and converted to powder are fine for cleaning the teeth; mouse dung, prepared in various manners, is useful for treating sciatica, headache, migraine, the tetters, scabs, red bunches on the head, gout, wounds, spitting of blood, colick, constipation, stones, producing abortions, putting on weight, and increasing lactation in women.
One does wonder if there was a plague of people running around with hairy eyelids in 1607, and I’m almost tempted to try the pulped mouse in wine for the effect. The toothpaste recipe…eh, only if I never wanted to be kissed again.
Shelley had her weird cake article, but it failed to include this bizarre masterpiece.
I can’t quite imagine why a cephalopod would want to do that, when there are so many attractive molluscs in the sea.
LA has the most interesting restaurants — it’s too bad I don’t get out that way very often.
This is a photo of a Mr Potatohead stuffed with fish, and an octopus gnawing the tasty treat out of its head.
I just want to know who has been leaking our training and conditioning procedures from the submarine labs. Do we have a mole in the organization?
Perhaps you thought the Poor Man Institute was making up the stereotype, but here it is made manifest: a man living in his parents’ basement attacks father with a bag of Cheetos. One nice touch in the police report is that his shirt was covered with orange Cheeto dust.
What’s missing? No word if the guy has a blog yet.
He gets to live to enjoy his Darwin award!
It’s not just me! Other people get strange messages, like the one forwarded to me below. Have fun with it.
The author, Don Pribor, is a member of the biology faculty at the University of Toledo. You really must read his research statement.
