Now you can shower with Voltaire. But don’t you dare call it “douche”…
Now you can shower with Voltaire. But don’t you dare call it “douche”…
I had this idea a few weeks ago, and noodled around, thinking about whether or not it could be done. [Read more…]
In a now-famous tweet, philosopher Peter Boghossian made a rather bizzare argument: apparently 3rd wave feminists have smelly feet and are out of shape, or something like that.
Trigger warning: sexual abuse, judicial sexual assault
Don’t read this if it’s first thing in the morning where you are. You don’t want to throw up in your mouth before you’ve had a chance to relax and drink a bit of coffee or something to buffer the rage.
I don’t remember where I said it, but I wish I hadn’t. In some thread on FtB about the republicans’ attempts to come up with a health program, I opined something like, “I wonder if their strategy is going to be putting up a few trial balloons and then shrugging ‘we tried’ and repealing obamacare without a replacement.”
Elon Musk is in the news again, for worrying out loud about the AI that we may create that will kill us all.
If you haven’t seen the Talking Heads True Stories you should. [amazon] But that’s not what we’re going to be talking about today. I just needed a title for the blog posting, and that got me thinking.
If our Christ-worshipers claim that God endowed their saints with power to perform the
miracles related in their lives, some of the Pagans claim also that the daughters of Anius, high-priest of Apollo, had really received from the god Bacchus the power to change all they desired into wheat, into wine, or into oil, etc.; that Jupiter gave to the nymphs who took care of his education, a horn of the goat which nursed him in his infancy, with this virtue, that it could give them an abundance of all they wished for.
*Glaaaarch* (spit); that’s the sound of a goblin hacking up a stringy-looking chunk of gristle and spitting it against the stone wall of the dungeon-room. It echoed.
I posted some in-game footage of black holes in Elite.[stderr] Imagine my surprise when I had a similar effect in my own kitchen. Sort of.