Category: quotes

  • Over Mucho Grande?

    Striker was the squadron leader. He brought us in real low. But he couldn’t handle it. Buddy couldn’t handle it? Was Buddy one of your crew? Right. Buddy was the bombardier. But it was Striker who couldn’t handle it, and he went to pieces. *Andy* went to pieces? No. Andy was the navigator. He was…

  • PostSecret

    PostSecret is my new favourite blog. Not that my puny clicks will add much to the 354,708,351 they already have. Which makes me realise that this is yet another meme that i arrived late for. Or maybe, I came early and have conveniently forgotten the fact. Anyway, I’m having fun, that’s the main thing.

  • Moments of information

    This is the moment Bill Clinton lied (to himself) A microexpression is a brief, involuntary facial expression shown on the face according to emotions experienced. They usually occur in high-stake situations, where people have something to lose or gain. Unlike regular facial expressions, it is difficult to fake microexpressions. Microexpressions express the seven universal emotions:…

  • Inherent Vice

    [video:youtube:RjWKPdDk0_U] PEnguin have produced a trailer for Thomas Pynchon’s latest novel. The voice-over is provided by the man himself. [via Cosmic Variance]

  • 20 Wodehouse insults

    frightful young excrescence piefaced litte excrescence slab of gorgonzola pig in human shape sheepfaced, shambling refugee from hell gastly sheepfaced fugitive from hell fatheaded ass popeyed bleater dithering idiot a dumb brick of the first water halfwitted gargoyle halfwitted Gadarene swine herring-gutted young son of a what-not foul blot puff-faced poop pestilential poop potbellied perisher…

  • Evil Robot Monkey

    http://www.maryrobinettek…l-robot-monkey/ This Hugo nominated short story is so short that you can read the whole thing in 4 minutes flat. And I encourage you to do so Evil Robot Monkey by Mary Robinette Kowal Sliding his hands over the clay, Sly relished the moisture oozing around his fingers. The clay matted down the hair on…

  • The genesis of ‘gene’

    Chance in the house of fate (A natural history of heredity) by Jennifer G. Ackerman (Bloomsbury, 2001) is a slightly frustrating popular science book. As you might infer from the title, the author is rather prone to purple prose. She much prefers to let the cool facts she finds flutter around willy-nilly like so many…

  • The Puppy

    In our back yard a boy keeps his little dog Sharik chained up, a ball of fluff shackled since he was a puppy. One day I took him some chicken bones that were still warm and smelled delicious. The boy had just let the poor dog off his lead to have a run round the…

  • Hello Babies

    “Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.” A baptismal speech from God Bless Mr.…

  • zombie boobs

    Remember, when George W. Bush was elected, and he said that thing about how, by 2008, we’d have “movies that would explode in our balls like a shotgun filled with handjobs”? Well, that promise came true two days ago when I saw GRINDHOUSE in Hollywood. Except not only was it a shotgun full of handjobs…

  • Small world I

    The modern conference resembles the pilgrimage of medieval Christendom in that it allows the participants to indulge themselves in all the pleasures and diversions of travel while appearing to be austerely bent on self-improvement. To be sure, there are certain penitential exercises to be performed – the presentation of a paper, perhaps, and certainly listening…

  • mind control

    sig by Jobst of Moravia —this sentence is the thought you are thinking right now alas I can’t reproduce his turtle too

  • the very witching time

    ‘T is now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.. Hamlet, III,ii LADY MACBETH The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of…

  • foul and most unnatural murther

    Hamlet, Act 1, Scene V. Elsinore. The Castle. Another part of the fortifications. Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I’ll go no further. Ghost. Mark me. Ham. I will. Ghost. My hour is almost come, When I to sulph’rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Ham. Alas, poor ghost!…