December 27, 2006
“About 40 per cent of the world's population is infected with Toxoplasma gondii, including about eight million Australians.”As most pregnant woman would be aware, Toxoplasma gondii is the parasite that can be picked up from cats, and raw or undercooked meat.
A study from the Czech Republic offers a list of 'symptoms' caused by the parasite – let’s just remind ourselves, that this is in 40 per cent of the world’s population, not to mention eight million Australians – symptoms which read much like your average generic star sign profile:
"Infected men have lower IQs, achieve a lower level of education and have shorter attention spans. They are also more likely to break rules and take risks, be more independent, more anti-social, suspicious, jealous and morose, and are deemed less attractive to women. [Sagittarius]Playing fast and loose with cat metaphors, Australian scientist Dr Boulter summarizes the situation thus:
On the other hand, infected women tend to be more outgoing, friendly, more promiscuous, and are considered more attractive to men compared with non-infected controls.” [Scorpio, with a Leo rising]
"In short, it can make men behave like alley cats and women behave like sex kittens".This is considered an infection now???!!!
As is so often the case, mice have not escaped from lending a helping hand with these investigations, confirming that their behavior too was altered when they were infected with the parasite, for example:
“The mice were more likely to take risks that increased their chance of being eaten by cats, which would allow the parasite to continue its life cycle.”Right, so we have kamikaze mice, under compulsion from the resident parasite, sacrificing themselves to be eaten by cats.
Alas, no information is offered by our scientists on how they might extrapolate this finding to humans, or if they have, perhaps, already obtained anecdotal evidence of humans shamelessly throwing themselves in front of hungry cats, in the hope of being eaten.
December 23, 2006
In our ongoing campaign to improve the world’s vocabulary, I offer two words for you to sprinkle liberally on Christmas day:
Osculate – Verb
To come together, to contact (as two osculating circles); to kiss, kissable.
No Timmy, you do not have to osculate Aunt Mabel if it impinges on your personal comfort zone.
Kath, please assure me that the osculatory couple under the bushes wasn’t you and Justin.
How wonderful the entire family is on osculating terms this year.
Popinjay – Noun
1. A vain, conceited, pompous person, a coxcomb, a fop.
2. A loquacious, talkative person, a blabbermouth.
I’m so pleased that the family only produced one popinjay; otherwise the rest of us would never get a word in.
A fine popinjay in his youth, cousin Justin is now an accountant.
Your neighbors are the perfect strutting popinjay pair.
December 22, 2006
Perhaps a girl can’t spend her entire life getting by on an old stain of the President’s semen, no matter the color of the – surely by now – threadbare dress. (Actual dress … )
Good for her.
Her thesis, "In Search of the Impartial Juror: An exploration of the third person effect and pre-trial publicity”, is a tad obvious, however, given that she knows more than a thing or two about being judged by others, perhaps the topic provided her with an intellectual grip, of some kind, on her own past.
When presented with her award, the audience “erupted in spontaneous applause”.
Now that’s something she hasn’t had before.
Let's hope the newly educated Lewinsky, and her smaller hair (yet still the same oddly large head), can move persistently and firmly into anonymity, with a little decorum.
December 20, 2006
From the wisher (me) to the wishee (you) please accept without obligation implied or implicit my best wishes for an environmentally conscious socially responsible, politically correct low stress, non-addictive gender neutral celebration of the summer solstice holiday practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice or secular practices of your choice with respect for the religious and or secular persuasions and or traditions of others or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all.
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Read the rest ..." ... the glow from the first things to form in the universe, more than 13 billion years ago. Snapped by NASA's Spitzer space telescope, the bizarre objects must have existed within a few hundred million years of the Big Bang, 13.7 billion years ago."
December 17, 2006
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the north pole
were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Human Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
that Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
were replaced with four pigs, you know that looked stupid.
The runners had been removed from his sleigh,
the ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A..
And people had started to call for the cops
when they heard roof noises up on there roof tops.
Smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur-trimmed red suit was called "unenlightened".
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf would sue o'er the use of his nose.
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
asking for millions of dollars in due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
who suddenly said she'd had enough of this life,
joined a self help group, and left in a whiz,
demanding from now one her title be 'Ms.'.
And as for the gifts, he'd ne'er had a notion
that making a choice could cause such a commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
which ment nothing for him and nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim and nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored and made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls, nothing for just boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike and so, non-pacific.
No candy or sweets... They were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales too, while not yet forbidden,
were like Ken and Barbie ... (just better off hidden).
For they raised the hackles of those psychological,
who said the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, not football ... some one could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to the dirt.
Dolls were too sexist, and should be pass
And X-box, 'twas found, rots your brain cells away.
So Santa just stood there, dishelved, perplexed;
He just couldn't figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, he tried to be gay,
(but you've got to be careful with that word today).
His sack was quite empty, lay limp on the ground;
No suitable gift for this year could be found.
Something special was needed,
a gift that he might give to all
without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
each group of people and every religion;
Every ethnicity, each color and hue,
everyone every where... even to you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth!"
December 16, 2006
[Go on, off you go – read both of the posts you lazy buggers!]
There are millions of entrepreneurs out there, all wanting to fleece you of your hard earned money. By all means allow yourself to be fleeced by spending your life’s savings on a giant energy guzzling flat screen teevee that will be technologically out of date long before the warranty expires, but for goodness sake do NOT, do NOT EVER hand over your money to provide profits to these delusional-feel-good and utterly useless businesses – you will not be helping the environment; you will be helping some total ass to your open wallet.
JUST SAY NO.
UPDATE: Truly, it does get worse:
Read the rest.
"Saving the world can take up a lot of space.
Greenfleet, one of the nation's leading organisations helping individuals and companies offset carbon emissions, has for nearly three years been unable to find enough NSW land to plant the trees its subscribers have paid for.
As new subscriptions flood in, the not-for-profit group is searching for landholders willing to join the scheme and establish forests on their property.
At first, Greenfleet told the Herald it had a NSW backlog of about 88,000 trees that needed to go in the ground in the name of climate change prevention.
Some subscribers signed up as long ago as early 2004 but because of the land shortage and ferocity of the drought, tree planting has been severely curtailed.
But after learning of the Herald story Greenfleet said that in the late 1990s, before its incorporation in 2001, some 170,000 extra trees were planted. Greenfleet said this meant it was ahead in its commitments.
There have been few if any inspections to see how these 1990s plantings have fared, and Greenfleet still intends to plant new trees for new subscribers.
In October alone, Greenfleet committed itself to planting another 96,000 trees nationally. It was more subscriptions than Greenfleet has taken in the equivalent month for all of the past five years."
Also via Blair.
A Hilton PR flunky, apparently with no knowledge of the tricks a camera flash can play, particularly when a car window is involved, mindlessly proffered that Hilton had enjoyed her lunch dessert in such a manner that a small portion of the dessert remained obstinately stuck up her nose, or perhaps she ate her dessert in a normal manner and then cleaned her fingers with her nose.
"I can tell you
does not use narcotics. I would imagine [it's] something like whipped cream or a sugary substance from dessert. Something that naturally might have found it's way to onto her face if she touched her nose or whatever. I'd label it a stray dessert." Paris
Yes, that's so much cooler than having people think you snort coke.
I’d label her spokesman a stray idiot.
The pic was taken after Hilton and Brandon Davis has eaten a $2600 lunch, during which they had Caesar salads followed by two $1050 dishes of Kobe Steaks with white truffles. They drank coca-cola and mineral water. (No dessert.)
Perhaps the wealthy like to fill up on some good tucker before chowing down on a nose full of seriously appetite suppressing narcotics. Somehow I doubt it.
(Wonder how many of our trash mags will be dumb enough to run with this amazing story of light reflecting from a car window into Hilton's unfortunately beaky nostral?)
December 15, 2006
December 13, 2006
Introductory blurb from news highlights in the online Age today:
They reckon, maybe????!!!
Meanwhile, in the Caribbean a man beheaded a 21 year old woman in front of a group of horrified normal people. No motive has been identified at this time.
Update: Hollywood director Oliver Stone has shocked a celebrity crowd with an off-colour joke about the murders of five suspected sex workers in eastern England.
Stone quipped to the British Comedy Awards audience in London:
"It's great to be back in England. I feel like Jack The Ripper days are back. Nothing ever changes here."The stunned crowd responded with jeers, gasps and boos.
I’m worried about the Jolie-Pitt children, even though they’re only little tikes, and one is barely out of the womb.
Perhaps my concern is wildly displaced and my ignorance of the
From her most recent interview, Mother Jolie is quoted as saying:
"I'm starting to be able to see being 50 years old with the kids graduating from high school."
As we speak, Jolie is a mere young ‘un herself, at 31 years old.
How long do they keep children in school over there?!
Let’s hope Jolie doesn’t decide to home-school, or the kids will never get past primary school maths.
December 11, 2006
Only a very unattractive mind could have come up with such a perverted idea and sales slogans like these:
"Strike back against intimidation - Wear American Gulag"
"Fight against the lies and fear-mongering. Flaunt your outrage - Wear American Gulag"
Tim Blair reports on The Guardian’s George Monboit’s attempt to save the world by abolishing sports – being an obviously unsustainable and useless form of mere entertainment:
"Perhaps we should recognise that some sports are simply too wasteful to be sustained. It is, after all, just entertainment. Can we really live with the idea that we might destroy the planet for fun?" [Yeah, sure, why not - ed]
Monboit offers a singular alternative to all known sports:
"For years a group of us struggled to find a sport that everyone could play. The young men were happy with football, but women, children and older people got hurt in collisions. We tried hockey, with disastrous results. Cricket and rounders lacked excitement. Then someone suggested ultimate frisbee and we have never looked back ...
It’s a great sport - I don’t why it isn’t played more widely."
If he’d done a modicum of research, Monboit would have known that Drunka and Billy Bob have been collaborating as planet saviors for quite a long time now.
Contrary to the newspaper heading, the
(There must be all manner of social interfaces during which we could utilize the word “quashed”, with a certain zesty delight, yet we fail to avail ourselves of such.)
In case anyone was wondering why Hanson is so desperate about reaching the Big Apple for the holiday season, instead of staying in her beloved homeland – that same frothing homeland of which she is determined to save from Asians, Muslims and disease riddled Africans – this is why:
"I want to enjoy that real Christmas feeling. You don't really get it in
Onya Pauline, that’ll fetch a lot of votes if you run in the next election.
On the other hand, Hanson has said she might not make a comeback if “a wonderful man could come and take me away from all this."
Please, someone find her a man – now!
Can't fault her solid logic though: err, what will I do today (a) find a boyfriend; or (b) run for parliament. See, these are the types of challenging decisions modern women have to make every morning.
Meanwhile, our other favorite redhead is suddenly being photographed with her boyfriend everywhere she goes, which is very peculiar, as I don’t ever recall seeing a photo of Gillard with any of her personal male escorts before. Is this an all too obvious PR exercise to convince the electorate that Gillard is not some raving-feminist-lesbian, despite being the owner of an unused uterous? Future boyfriends beware: you will be expected to become camera candy.
Regardless of the joyous pictures of Gillard and her hairdresser boyfriend, she insist that she will resist social pressures to make an honest man of him, even if she becomes deputy prime minister next year. I’m still scratching my well-groomed head over that one. Since when did any of us have expectations of our pollies and leaders celebrating electoral victory by getting married? It's generally prostate wrenching enough that they insist on dancing like giddy teenagers on election nights - that sight alone sends most of us into therapy until the next election.
Far more alarming, at least momentarily, was Gillard’s revelation that she had no plans to have children – already being well settled and comfy in her personal life and all.
Alarming? Yes, indeed.
I find it alarming that a 45 year old woman makes passing comments about not having plans to give birth any time soon, as if, on this planet, and in this galaxy, that possibility is both plausible and probable.
Hell, the woman is right around my age, and I’ve been a happy little grandmother to The Golden Child for nigh on 23 months now.
So, to journo’s across the country: if you must go the usual boring and demeaning path of personal questioning with Gillard, for gawd’s sake, at least be sensible and ask her what plans she has for menopause, or whether, in the light of public opinion, she’s going to change hairdressers. Please, please don’t keep carrying on like a bunch of drongos, as if a woman her age still has a whole bunch of happy healthy and willing eggs in her basket. It’s dumb, really it is.
(Now, should I start taking bets on when the first journo will ask Gillard about the possibility of an overseas adoption?)
December 10, 2006
Last news report that I heard: 270,000 hectares burned, and counting.
All pictures via The Age.
No, that isn't how the horizon usually looks. For a start, we can normally see it.
December 9, 2006
Lovable beast and devoted best friend to my darling Mum.
Today we’ll have cake and tea and say goodbye to Rusty, after 16 faithful years at my Mum’s side, and under foot, and on laps, and on the warmest bits of the bed.
Rusty the wonder dog – it’s a wonder we have any photo’s that don’t include him.
On Monday he will leave this mortal coil, for a much needed and prolonged rest, but for today we will have a final gentle cuddle, we will cry, we will send him on his way with love, as best we can.
Sleep well Rusty, sleep well.
For some it will be a dim and hungry weekend, not because of the bushfires raging across some areas of
No numbers are available on how many households have signed up, and perhaps the organizers will never divulge the real figures.
I’m trying not to think about the volume of food in refrigerators thrown out prior to “switch off” time. Or did they pop everything into a neighbors fridge, ‘eh? I’m trying not to think about the number of energy-guzzling unplanned babies that may be born nine months hence. I’m trying not to think about the lunacy of believing that if you don’t walk into any business or shopping centre then you have reduced your environmental footprint. Last time I checked, shops tend to keep all of their power and equipment running, no matter if one or 100 customers are lurking about the place.
Mostly, I’m trying not to think about this bit of condescending PR fluffery:
“This is an invitation to stop consuming energy for two days and to think about it.
It's also about the joys of getting back to basics and finding out what you can do when you're not using power. Hey, you might even find yourself spending more time with family and friends. Crazy, huh?”
Think about it?
Anyone who has ever had a temporary blackout – and that’s everyone – already knows exactly what it’s like to suddenly be thrown back into the stone ages, albeit, with a comfortable bed, a box of matches and books to read.
The joys of getting back to basics? Really? Since when were any of the current generations, living in developed countries, even remotely acquainted with “basics”.
“Basics” would be having no home, having no food, having no income. Basic would be not being able to miraculously ramp your energy consumption back to 100% on the dot of 8.00 pm Sunday night. Basic is having to hunt and forage for your own food and kill animals for skins to make your clothes and shoes.
Spending more time with family and friends? Forgive me if I do not need a superficial and deluded environmentalist to tell me what my priorities in life should be, or how I should spend my time.
This is as artificial as it could possible get.
This is like taking the family camping for a weekend; a bit of tickle and fun, rather than a hardship. This is yet another token gesture of the modern Western age, where environmentalists can sit in comfort while demanding that the poor and starving be deprived of industry, because, you know, it’s so darned romantic to be cold and hungry and starving and living on a dollar a day.
This is the watermelon* syndrome at its worst and most insulting.
[*Green on the outside, red on the inside - as coined by James]
I’m so disgusted with this I can’t even write an entire post about it without turing into a blithering idiot.
Did I forget to mention that
SUFFER with your bags of ice!
Oh, was that “basic” and non energy consuming produced ice, was it now?
Update: Am I only person who has ever wondered how PETA members and vegetarians would have managed with just the basics, back in the dark ages, when the only clothing and footwear available was of the animal / fur variety?
December 5, 2006
Meanwhile, a young lad in the
The lad in question has now spent an entire eight months in jail. Confronted with 22 years of unrelenting boredom in the absence of homeless people, he boldly went to court to ask to be released, as he
The lad in question has now spent an entire eight months in jail. Confronted with 22 years of unrelenting boredom in the absence of homeless people, he boldly went to court to ask to be released, as he
The lad in question has now spent an entire eight months in jail. Confronted with 22 years of unrelenting boredom in the absence of homeless people, he boldly went to court to ask to be released, as he feels he has already learned his lesson and wants to go home to help others. "I want to be an inspirational speaker for troubled teens."
Sensibly, “The judge and the state both argued that being deprived services and being locked away is precisely the point of prison.”
Italian criminals have taken a turn toward legitimizing their business interests. Parmesan cheese is the new hijacking good of choice for organized crime. Perhaps they got the idea from shoplifters, who, in
December 3, 2006
I’m already coming over all queasy at the Rudd and Gillard roadshow.
It’s looking an awful lot like we’re about to be suffused with a Ma & Pa we never knew we needed or wanted.
Before long, we, the infantilized electorate, will be braiding each other's hair and suffering all nature of sugar related health problems, not to mention many a night of tears before bedtime and vomit inducing homilies.
You very likely already know what fruit you are, and which famous person, or whether you’re a libertarian or a loony.
Now you can obtain a measure of your attitudes to race, nationalism, sexuality, age, weight and gender by doing various Implicit Association Tests, from Harvard University.
They don’t take very long to do and I struggle to think how anyone could cheat their way into a 'good' or 'bad' outcome.
Your results might surprise you ... or not.
In this week’s eSkeptic, they have reprinted Michael Shermer’s opinion editorial which first appeared in the Los Angeles Times on Friday, November 24, 2006. Kramer’s Conundrum - What the Michael Richards Event Really Means. (You'll need to scroll down; it's the third article.) This piece will also give you some insight into how the Harvard tests work, and why it would be difficult to lie your way to a pre-determined result.