In an exercise that will tempt photoshoppers world wide, but makes alteration superfluous, an Italian magazine has run a photogallery of the Pope in various strange costumes. I rather liked
cowboy Ratzi and the
grim leprechaun, but my favorite has to be
When I get to be old and sunken-eyed, I promise…I will dress comfortably and tastefully, put away the frilled shirts and the puffy pantaloons, and avoid wearing garish velvet. It’s a good suggestion for both pirates and popes.
Hey, maybe we’re making more progress than we ever imagined, if this poll from Christianity Today is any measure:
As a somewhat cynical realist, though, I’m more inclined to believe in badly designed polls and cunning rascals with a script than I am that subscribers to a Christian magazine suddenly became wise.
(via Sandwalk)
As the buggy summer looms, I have to confess to a sadistic enjoyment of this splatter film.
I think the insects are real animals filmed with high speed cameras, but the actual impacts are faked with CGI — the physics weren’t quite right, and the flying insects should have bounced out of the camera field more. It just makes it funnier that no arthropods were actually harmed in the making of this movie.
(via Byzantium’s Shores)
That Holbo fella puts up a post about octopuses — it’s got a winged cephalopod, and one driving a car — and he wasn’t inspired to wax holbonically upon it? I’m disappointed.
A new book titled Flock of Dodos (a book, not the movie, and apparently the two have nothing to do with each other) is coming out, and Glenn Branch of the NCSE tells me it mentions something vile about William Jennings Bryan, the defender of creationism at the Scopes trial. That’s his campaign poster to the right. Look closely, very closely — it’s a rather small image — down at the bottom left. There’s a cephalopod defending the American flag, and some kind of crazed scullery maid attacking it with an axe. Obviously, Bryan was no friend of biodiversity.
The description in the book of this image is like so:
Subtlety was not one of [William Jennings] Bryan’s strong suits. His campaign poster from that same election [1900] depicted, among other things, a sort of Lady Liberty archetype attacking a giant octopus with an axe.
This is clearly an incorrect interpretation. The octopus is central and beautiful, and if that were actually Lady Liberty, she ought to be half-naked. I think it’s Bryan advocating an uprising of the servile classes to destroy loyal invertebrate-Americans, the treacherous dog. I’m glad he lost the election.
No, date rape isn’t funny, but neither is the drug war. Here’s an odd little story about a fellow busted for possession of a the date rape drug, GHB. It was in a bottle of soap. The police tested the soap with a portable kit, and it tested positive for GHB — as the video shows, a whole class of soaps test positive for GHB with this particular kit.
Amusingly, the company that made the soap turned it into a commercial for their brand. The drug kit isn’t a test for GHB, it’s a test for good soap!
Since everyone is having fun with the good/evil quiz, let’s up the ante: what kind of god or goddess are you? The questions are very dada-esque, which is appropriate, since godhood doesn’t make any sense anyway.
| Which God or Goddess are you like?
Your Result: You are your own God or Goddess
Sorry to say, i have no answer that fits you. You are your very own person, and you like to do things your own way. You have stumped me this time, but i will soon make a quiz that will have your answer, just you wait… |
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| Budha |
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| The Christian God |
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| Jesus |
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| Satan |
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| Goddess Bast |
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| Goddess Sekhemet |
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| God Zeus |
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| Which God or Goddess are you like? Make Your Own Quiz |
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I’m rather disappointed that my Zeus score is so low. I could throw lightning bolts and impregnate lovely mortal women! Give me a chance!
(via Salad is Slaughter)
This product is apparently a joke, but as long as Coke is constantly tinkering with their formula, I don’t see why dumping in an extract of fried mollusc shouldn’t be within the realm of possibility.
I even tried going back and changing some of my answers to get a slightly less extreme result, but it sensed my true nature over the tubes of the internet.
I did discover that if I lied in response to every question, I could get it to judge me as “angelic”.
(via Circe)
No, not the Republican presidential candidates: you’ve got your choice of a blooming corpse flower named Perry or a six-legged hermaphroditic cow.
I do think the next Republican debate would be enlivened by the presence of these two. I’d vote for Perry.
