I was amused by this infographic about sex toys, especially by some of the data. Did you know that Mississippians buy more anal sex toys per capita than any other state? I always knew there was something squirmy about Trent Lott.
I’m going to regret this…it’s a site that teaches you how to swear in exotic foreign languages, like Tagalog and Australian and Latvian.
The comments section may become more profane, but it’ll also become more unintelligible.
A game company hid a tiny little clause inside their long boring legal disclaimer that gave them the ownership of your immortal soul. Apparently, Gamestation now owns 7500 souls.
This was not a good deal, though. If you’d read the legalese, there was a checkbox to opt out of the soul clause…and if you opted out, Gamestation gave you a £5 coupon. The only conclusion to be drawn here is that souls are worth -£5 each, and we ought to be paying Satan to take them off our hands.
An Australian travel writer catalogs a few of the world’s most craptastical tourist attractions, and one of them, naturally, is Ken Ham’s Creation “Museum”.
Here, true believers can learn about how the Earth was formed by the big man upstairs, who manages to explain away such potential roadblocks as dinosaurs, billion-year-old fossils, and that whole science thing with room after room of ultra-religious tackiness.
Notice, though, that here is an Australian travel writer commenting on American kitsch, and failing to mention that it is the brainchild of one of his compatriots. It made me wonder, though, about his other examples, like the toilet museum in New Delhi, and the sightseeing tunnel in Shanghai, and I thought, maybe, those are all also the product of Australian expatriates. And then I imagined hordes of fast-talking migrant Australians with corks dangling from their hats bamboozling foreigners into building monuments to absurdity just to keep the travel writers back home employed with stories about the crap built abroad.
Tell me it’s not true. I might have nightmares about itinerant Aussies.
No, everyone who is sending me this photo, that is not a picture of my home life.
I’ll have you know that the arrangement my wife and I have is that I do the cooking, she does the dishes.
However, I will concede that this picture might count as TrophyWife™ porn.
Come on, journals. What kind of garbage are you stooping to publish now?
This paper in Virology Journal has to be seen to be believed. The entire data set for the “study” is a few brief lines in the Bible, where Jesus heals a sick woman with a fever. From this, the authors conclude that she had influenza. Huzzah! A completely unjustifiable diagnosis from hearsay.
And even more absurdly, the journal editors thought this superficial noise was worthy of publication.
I will say, though, that my favorite parts were the bits where the authors noted that Jesus did not take her temperature because the Fahrenheit scale wasn’t invented until 1724, and the part where they seriously rule out the possibility that the woman’s illness was demonic possession. Another cheer for science!
Never mind me, though, Tara Smith knows more about disease than I do, and she pans the paper too.
It’s an illustrated guide to facial hair, and it contains many important True Facts.
It also has a survey of different beard styles, with a discussion of what they mean. Obviously, I have to agree with this one.
Don’t even try to argue with me. I’ve got honor, virility, and wisdom on my side.
I have often been told that 1) very few people believe the weird faith I mock, and 2) I should be more respectful of religion. So I guess the stands at this Benny Hinn spectacle were mostly empty, and this coat-waving miracle cure stuff is something I ought to consider serious theology.
Huh. It’s like he’s got a weaponized jacket or something.
