Clever play on the words Diaspora and Panspermia. Just like Seedling Stars, the Sciblings are bursting out of their old sporangia and flying into the deep unknown, landing on faraway planets, adapting to them, geo- and bio- engineering them to fit them better. And of course, except during the Fail Whale moments, communicating across the lightyears via Twitter.
Or perhaps, to stay with the spores, better metaphor may be Pilobolus.
During the Edinburgh Festival I will invite some of my favourite magicians, skeptics, psychologists and comedians to join me for afternoon tea. Over a plentiful supply of cakes, pastries and sandwiches we will chat about this and that, and occasionally the other. I hope that you will feel moved to put on the kettle, relax and join us.
He is the BBC’s latest star – the cab driver who a leading presenter believed was a world expert on the internet music business.
The man stepped unwittingly into the national spotlight when he was interviewed by mistake on the corporation’s News 24 channel.
With the seconds ticking down to a studio discussion about a court case involving Apple Computer and The Beatles’ record label, a floor manager had run to reception and grabbed the man, thinking he was Guy Kewney, editor of Newswireless.net, a specialist internet publication.
Actually, he was a minicab driver who had been waiting to drive Mr Kewney home.
Despite knowing nothing about the case – a judge ruled that the computer company could continue to use the Apple symbol for its iTunes download service – the man gamely attempted to bluff his way through and, speaking in a strong French accent, sustained a (somewhat illogical) form of conversation. Meanwhile, the real Mr Kewney watched indignantly on a monitor in reception.
BBC, just like Bentham publishers, easy to fool.
Follow up here. And there is a Wikipedia page about the whole incident.
It appears that Jorge Cham has been reading some of these posts or associated FriendFeed threads, because today’s PhDcomics strip is this one:
I am wondering how many of ‘weissberg’s’ comments have been removed by the moderators over the years.
Also, if duplicate comments are posted 14 years apart, is it because MoveableType stalled that long? Do they even count as duplicates any more?
And why did the reviewer take so long to post the review? And how does one get scooped by a 14-year old paper? Just the lack of habit of reading historical literature?
Task: identify the paper this is attached to (I see Miguel Nikolelis in the References, so it will be some kind of multi-electrode brain monitoring, most likely)?
…are three blogs written by the same person – Ross Horsley, a librarian with interesting creative juices.
Her first blog is My First Dictionary in which she uses pictures from an old 1950s kids’ Dictionary and replaces the text with something….usually ominous!
Her second blog is Musty Moments with old clippings and ads, sometimes with her own text added:
And the third is Anchorwoman In Peril! where she reviews slash-pics:
Read the interview with Horsley at NO JUAN HERE
When reading fairy tales as a kid, I always wondered at the end how that ‘happily ever after’ looked like. I never imagined it, in my childhood innocence, that it would be like this:
If so, don’t worry. GOP has a solution for all your problems. Just describe your problem to the GOPProblemSolver and you will get the straight answer how to solve it:
Give it a try. Keep refreshing the page and you’ll get compliments like:
“May your succulent earlobes ever flap about my knees like a thousand wooden pigeons fleeing the local sawmill.”
“Wend you not to wreak annihilable havoc with my tumefascent transmitters and turgid devices. ”
“If you were a camel your humps would be esoterically bald from overuse.”
“Madam! How your enormous foreskin shades me from the sun! ”
“A kitten’s growl would not come near the plights of your spoken voice.”
“Your eyelids refract the turgid limnations of an eel trapped in flickering cinematographic paralysis.”
“If you were a camel your humps would be esoterically bald from overuse.”
“The quietness of a manhole cover cannot compare with the wild vapours of nylon I sense in your larynx.”
“Your dainty nostrils flare with the humblest grandiosity of an ant swallowing a water buffalo.”
“Hermaphrodites around the galaxy desire that you turn your rock and crochet bowl to its loudest setting.”
“Garbage bins would be seventh with ivy to hold your face under a stone.”
“In your presence even a batallion of body builders could pass the New York State driving exam.”
“The expansion (and resultant rapid cooling) of your consecrated culotte sings the golden turnip with the mulatto touch-typist in my pants.”
“You are as orange as a congeleen afro curled around the bony edges of a silver spoon expressing its innermost desires for a lime-based detergent.”
“Your love is like 1000 caucasian carnivores playing mumblety peg with an eggplant.”
We are a proud group of rabies. We are not a rabid group. And we
rarely engage in rabid rabble rousing. As a commonly misunderstood
virus which supports the Barack Obama candidacy, we’ve formed an
alliance of rabies to pledge our support for Senator Obama. Our group
is comprised of all different kinds of rabies, including rabies from a
raccoon, bat and non-domesticated canines.
Wow! If this won’t get wingnuts frothing at their mouths, I don’t know what will!
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