Over the last two weeks I've killed somewhere in the neighborhood of 100 house flies in my restaurant. This is good for about a 75% kill rate. Generally, any fly that stays in the same room for more than 10 minutes without retreating into a lighting fixture or maintaining a supremely high altitude flight pattern catches last weeks Economist in the grill. Yet despite my kill efficiency I'm starting to grow concerned that I may be selecting for a mutant race of genetically superior flies.
Has there ever been a more well crafted musical blow-off than Bob Dylan's supposed ode to Joan Baez on Positively 4th Street?
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you
Honestly, I feel like 50 Cent should be taking notes on this song.
This is a pretty interesting article about how the conveniences of modern living are making us miserable. Although I must take issue with the Naked Photo Test as posed by the article. I don't think I have a single friend who I would trust with a photo of me engaging in bestiality or vice versa and I'm okay with that. Bestiality suggests a level of depravity that defies normal human activities like friendship. Honestly, if you fuck dogs we probably can't be friends.
This is a fascinating story that does well to confirm the dangers of the internet.
This website is a brilliant attempt at harnessing the power of advertising to raise money for poor people throughout the world. You can also link to it at the bottom of your facebook page or blog. I definitely recommend giving it a look.
And finally, apparently GWB likes doing impressions of Dr. Evil in the halls of the Whitehouse...well I guess his father was given to making outrageous claims, particularly when he requested we read his lips...