Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sharon
As a place, her name meant a forest in Israel. Deep. Dark. Impenetrable. The one Sharon I knew growing up was gorgeous, the kind of girl I would have deemed unapproachable, unwilling to notice my existence. She wasn't at all. She was warm, salt of the earth, ready to laugh; a fellow conspirator. Each Sharon who followed had an advantage by gift of her name.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
My Pet Mammal
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Security Cam #7
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Captain Duodenum
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Lleu Llaw Gyffes
Something small drops from Arianrhod, his virgin mother. Her brother, Gwydion, scoops it up, sticks it in a chest of drawers, later hears something screaming from inside. Lo, it's Lleu.
Arianrhod doesn't much care for Lieu, as he reminds her of her virginity, so curses him. She makes it where he can take no human wife. So Gwydion makes Lleu a wife made of flowers. She does just fine until...
(Here I should parenthetically interject that little Lleu Llaw lived his life under protective laws. He wasn't to be killed during the day or the night. He wasn't to be wearing clothes, nor be naked. He wasn't to be riding or on foot. And he couldn't be killed using any lawfully made weapon.)
...until his new floral wife cheats on him, then tricks him into giving up the recipe for his death. All she has to do is wrap him in a net at dusk, stand him up with one foot on a goat and one on a cooking pot, and stab the stuffing out of him with a semi-automatic spear, illegal at the time.
Upon dying, Lieu turns into an eagle, is turned back into a human by Gwydion, then, in turn, turns Petunia into an owl. You know. Myth stuff.
I swear I'm not making any of this up. I wikied it.
Arianrhod doesn't much care for Lieu, as he reminds her of her virginity, so curses him. She makes it where he can take no human wife. So Gwydion makes Lleu a wife made of flowers. She does just fine until...
(Here I should parenthetically interject that little Lleu Llaw lived his life under protective laws. He wasn't to be killed during the day or the night. He wasn't to be wearing clothes, nor be naked. He wasn't to be riding or on foot. And he couldn't be killed using any lawfully made weapon.)
...until his new floral wife cheats on him, then tricks him into giving up the recipe for his death. All she has to do is wrap him in a net at dusk, stand him up with one foot on a goat and one on a cooking pot, and stab the stuffing out of him with a semi-automatic spear, illegal at the time.
Upon dying, Lieu turns into an eagle, is turned back into a human by Gwydion, then, in turn, turns Petunia into an owl. You know. Myth stuff.
I swear I'm not making any of this up. I wikied it.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Higgs boson
Imagining the Higgs boson will give you a headache. You see, particles once had no mass. Then, the universe began and they did. In the nanosecond between was and is hides the boson of Dr, Higgs, theoretical physicist. Looks something like this guy here.
So now you've got your Large Hadron Collider at CERN, and two questions arise: Where's CERN, and why are all its letters capitalized? It's too complicated to explain, but while pondering, another question arises: What's a Hadron? Clearly, too many questions arise.
All you really have to know is that somewhere beneath France and Switzerland, particles, or something resembling particles, are whipping around inside two big, cold magnetic circles. When they get up to speed, a switch will be thrown, the tracks will cross and boom! Particles will collide. The boson will be observed, possibly laughing, but only for a split second. After which, either a black hole sucks us all in, OR (as scientists hope) an alternate universe is formed, one where science finds an answer to the question of life, the universe, and everything. If only we could teach it in the schools.
So now you've got your Large Hadron Collider at CERN, and two questions arise: Where's CERN, and why are all its letters capitalized? It's too complicated to explain, but while pondering, another question arises: What's a Hadron? Clearly, too many questions arise.
All you really have to know is that somewhere beneath France and Switzerland, particles, or something resembling particles, are whipping around inside two big, cold magnetic circles. When they get up to speed, a switch will be thrown, the tracks will cross and boom! Particles will collide. The boson will be observed, possibly laughing, but only for a split second. After which, either a black hole sucks us all in, OR (as scientists hope) an alternate universe is formed, one where science finds an answer to the question of life, the universe, and everything. If only we could teach it in the schools.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Vatican Voucher
A chit's a marker, sort of an IOU. This one is a carved coprolite depicting a Vatican prelate, and it enabled the bearer to purchase goods for the Roman Catholic Church on credit. Storeowners came to use the name of such a token as an expletive, since it was usually valueless. It was known as a holy chit.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Who is Gyle E. Foofaraw?
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Gustav 2
Gustav One was just some Beeblebroxian guy. Gustav Two was a wet monster that spun over us for a couple of days and zapped out my electricity for 46 hours, thus depriving me of Wednesday's upload. So here he is, a day late.
(The gloss finish was an accident; he fell into the pot of hot wax I use for mounting his kind.)
(The gloss finish was an accident; he fell into the pot of hot wax I use for mounting his kind.)
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Nelson P. Fresh
Monday, September 01, 2008
Joey 'Thrasher' McTeague
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