The Constitution SAYS!?!?
I’m redeeming my allowance for one reference to the birther/tea party “movement.” Unfortunately, the Commission on Sanity and Common Sense won’t allow any special dispensations beyond this. So, enjoy.
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Fox Unveils Interactive Mexico Border Map
As part of its continuing quest to inspire Random Acts of Collateral Patriotism, Fox News recently posted an interactive web map of the US-Mexico border. The map uses advanced satellite imagery and a state of the art news feed to track the advance of Subhuman Non-Citizen Parasites and their Malevolent Taco Stands.
Fun Facts: Dominant versus Recessive Genes
Fun fact I learned is that dimples are a dominant gene. If one parent has a dimple, they say its guaranteed that the child will have a dimple. So, just think…some time in the future…almost all of us will have dimples and then smooth cheeks will be considered cute and worthy of a cheek pinch!
Well, it inspired me to find out what else is dominant and I don’t understand what mother nature has in mind for the future of appendages.
Bobby McFerrin Knows Your Mind
There seems to be something cognitively appealing about the standard musical scale. Bobby McFerrin uses it here to play with a World Science Festival panel audience.
I am Ahab and Jury Duty is the Whale…
…without the whole loss of a leg and focus on revenge.
Since I turned 18 and registered to vote, I have been looking forward to the opportunity of doing Jury Duty. As the years passed and people around me got called in, my excitement grew. Their stories of boredom, frustration, and loss of pay were lost on me. I had my eyes on the prize and the prize was Jury Duty.
O Fickle Jupiter!
Last week, our solar system’s friendly neighborhood giant, Jupiter, took a shot to the mid-section for its little blue buddy, planet Earth.
Auto-Tuning the Scatological
Mark my words: The Auto-Tuning phenomenon is the next big thing in viral videos. My kingdom for a talented musical engineer.
Anyway, here’s Hall of Famer, George Brett, re-telling some charming dinner tales to anyone who will listen (or who happen to be trapped in ear-shot via mandatory calisthenics).
(Warning for language and those who aren’t regaled by poop-humor).