Humor Valentine’s Day Poem 14 Feb 2008 Comment Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong, And I am Marie of Roumania. Courtesy of Mrs Dorothy Parker Read More
Administrative Envall troll has his own blog 17 Feb 2009 Once upon a time, I made mention, simply a mention, of a paper by one Matts Envall, which I said I would later comment on. I did so because a friend of mine, Malte Ebach, told me about him and the paper. I have yet to appropriately thank Malte. My… Read More
Evolution A prehumous Darwin Award for Michelle Bachmann 2 May 2009 One of the things I don’t like about the Darwin Awards is that it presumes the only way to gain one is to remove yourself from the gene pool directly by dying. But that would be a Wallace Award. Darwin knew, as do we, that there are many ways one… Read More
Ahhh You have exposed me to Haiku AND there is a 100% chnace my cat is trying to kill me. Recent scars on my arms, following me to the shopping centre to locate the source of ‘fish in a baggie’, and occasionally waking up because he has laid down on my face aside I would never have suspected… hang on…
You have to sign up to get the results. Fuck that. You don’t force me to do something I don’t want to do. Those pricks can go dine on goose shit.
Your signup problems solved here: http://www.bugmenot.com/ I was able to finish the poll using a signup I found there. Username: joeschmo23 Password: bugmenot This site comes in handy frequently. There is an 87% chance my cat is planning to kill me, but I cheated and answered using a composite of 3 cats.
Yeeouch! Your cat’s a piker compared to Sammi at 93%. And one doesn’t have to sign up with that matchmaking service. There’s a nearly invisible “skip this signup and see your results” link in the lower-right quadrant.
It’s not the cat that will kill me, if precedent is anything to go by – it’s kidney stones. Although in my place it may be my son, either deliberately or inadvertently.
It’s not the cat that will kill me, if precedent is anything to go by – it’s kidney stones. Although in my place it may be my son, either deliberately or inadvertently.
I’m feeling rather smug. I seem to be doing something right. The probability that my cat is plotting to kill me is smaller than the probability that your cat is plotting to kill you.