It seems to me, given the abundance of high caloric menu items these days, that the people most fit to survive are the people who take in the least number of those calories, and expel as much of the junk as possible*.
Is the person of tomorrow a lean, mean, pooping machine?
I haven’t been posting any Functional Friday info lately, mostly due to baby and holiday madness.
I haven’t been useless though, I’ve been attempting to putty in the stray moments with writing, a process which is actually going fairly well. I’ve had to toss the idea of the serial as it stood – I still believe it’s a great idea, but I don’t think I have enough ignition-point eyeballs to make it work. If I happen to get some people clustered around me who care from the get go it might fly, but without that support it might just come across as too messy to get into.
I still have plans to generate some kind of serial project, just not the one I’ve been working at the last couple of months. More info on this when my brain provides some.
In the mean time I’ve been working on another piece, lets call it Project: Lukas & Nan, and it’s chugging along nicely. A bit pulpy, but sometimes that’s how I like it. It’s approximately 2.5% done. That may not sound like much, but Rome, yadda yadda.
(Also, Jessica May has an interesting theory about Tiger Woods and his Dad, if she ever gets around to posting it.)
Using the twitter search to locate people deploying commonly misused grammar, then haranguing them for it.*
(I’m looking at you, “infront”)
Anyone watching the ball drop in Times Square yesterday probably saw some version of these glasses – a variation on a long standing tradition. The 200Xs were a boom time for novelty new year’s glasses, a boom we’ll not see again for a long time, at least not unless they can work some Kanye styled magic for 2011.
In fact, the teens may be the roughest patch the industry has seen since the mid-1970s*.
My suggestion? Invest in novelty hats.
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…is to never see this again.
Dear Plink-Plonk Commercials With a Wispy Vocal,
Stop it.
Sincerely,
Sincerely
Oh Science, you knew just what I wanted!
Sinornithosaurus, a VENOMOUS dinosaur!
A feathered predator that lived 125 million years ago has been revealed as the first-known venomous dinosaur, which paralysed its prey with poison in a similar way to some snakes. – TimesOnline
I was a little concerned that the new understanding of feathered dinos wouldn’t catch on with the public, people just don’t want a softer dinosaur, but give them venom – and apparently teach them the crane kick from the end of The Karate Kid – and I think we’ve got a contender.
More from the article:
David Burnham, of the University of Kansas, said: “You wouldn’t have seen it coming. It would have swooped down behind you from a low-hanging tree branch and attacked from the back. Once the teeth were embedded in your skin the venom could seep into the wound.
“The prey would rapidly go into shock but it would still be living, and it might have seen itself being slowly devoured by this raptor.”
Meeeeerrry Christmas!
I know no one cares about Twitter, but:
I understand the personal grammar failure, sometimes your fingers move faster than your brain, but to be the top trending topic means thousands of people are tweeting badly. Somewhere, Mignon Fogarty is crying.
This image of an early English playing-card shows the king of hearts wielding an axe. Due to poor copying by blockmakers the axe lost its head over the years and the shaft was turned into a sword which appears to be driven into his head, hence the nickname “Suicide King”. – IPCS
Interesting, and as a side note, I love the swagger the artist gave him – it’s certainly better than a simple mirroring of the top half of the card.
Some other card names I rather liked (nicked from here):
Queen of Spades: Black Maria (from the game of the same name)
Nine of Diamonds: Curse of Scotland
Seven of Diamonds: The Drinking Card
Jack of Clubs: pam (from the card game ‘pam’, in which this card is high trump)
Four of Clubs: Devil’s Bedposts
Which left me with questions, so I found more info on snopes, which has an extensive card article:
The Curse of Scotland: The nine of diamonds was supposedly christened thus after being used by John Dalrymple, Secretary of State and Master of Stair, to pass on instructions for the infamous Glen Coe Massacre of 1692. Whether or not he did write “Kill them all” on this pasteboard, the arrangement of the nine diamonds on its face bears some resemblance to the Dalrymple crest of arms, which can also account for the association of this card with that man
sometimes they’re unintelligibly cute, and sometimes its 3am and you just want to get some sleep.