Labels: cultural anthropology, firearms, gender dimorphism, International Relations, methods considered unsound, music, Rule 303, too much information

The plastic soda bottle was invented by Nathaniel Wyeth, son of the great illustrator N. C. Wyeth.

Actually, he was better than great. He was... Cugat.

Labels: A, ambiguous antecedents, Killer Fact, science, technology, too much information

so my ggrilfriend jus tol me she got olive bread an i was like 'udde i onyly wantad some of bread!'. she didn laugugh. womemen are wieierd.

Labels: cuisine, the imponderable mysteries of the human heart, too much information

At my age I've got no excuse for setting foot anywhere near a hardcore band even if I wanted to, but the other night it happened anyhow. You sort of grin and bear it.

But I learned something! It turns out that the mind of every hardcore singer is composed of two distinct personalities: The Epileptic Zombie and the Constipated Zombie. At any given moment on stage, it's eerily apparent which one is in control.

Update!

Also, a bizarre and richly-deserved assault on the Rolling Stones, via Mick Hartley.

Labels: anthropology, Killer Fact, The Wonders of Nature, too much information

It seems that our colleague Harry has discovered one of those "divided-by-a-common-language" sort of things, where customs in England differ in subtle but profound ways from those in civilized nations: I infer that in England, when you order a pizza, all you get is food. But we do things differently in America.

Labels: cuisine, cultural anthropology, the imponderable mysteries of the human heart, too much information

via cohrnic comentar phillop we laearn taht teh 'boras johnsen' is somekinda unspacafid an parsumebaly rapulsiave briutish sexuual act.

Labels: the imponderable mysteries of the human heart, too much information