It’s a strange, thin, and airy fluff, unlike any human head air I’ve ever seen before. Now at last, though, secret documents by a master artist from 1989 reveal the true origins of his distinctive hair style.
It’s Inernational Women’s Day! It’s also National Pancake Day!
Shhh. Nobody tell Mary, but I know what she’s getting for her celebratory dinner tonight.
In the category of “It’s a stupid job, but someone’s got to do it,” MRA’s all over the world are currently whining in protest, But when is International Men’s Day?
Richard Herring is bravely answering every one of them with two words: November 19th.
He’s being accused of “bullying” them.
Well, this day is just getting better and better. International Women’s Day, National Pancake Day, and a couple of evangelists have predicted that the world will end today.
What’s better about that? Tonight, when I’m serving the woman pancakes, I’ll have a reason to beg to open my birthday presents a day early. The world could end any minute now! Quick! Snarf down those pancakes now so I can have my presents NOOOOOOWWW!
That’ll work, right?
Finally, we learn how to achieve that “look”.
I notice, though, that she was unable to fully commit. The next step is to shave your head and then swirl it around in a cotton candy machine.
“Remember, it’s not what you look like that makes you ugly!”
This sounds very pleasant, and it was clearly a tremendous amount of work. But I have a couple of questions. Can it only play this one musical piece? And if it lacks the versatility of most musical instruments, can you really call it an “instrument”? Would a musician call a music box an instrument?
I’m not belittling the effort put into it, I’m just wondering how it is classified.
New Ghostbusters? I’ll make it a date this July.
This is a terrific template for an NIH proposal. The best. It’s got class and it’s got energy.
I shouldn’t succumb to the cat mania of the internet, but this collection of fantasy role playing cats is adorable, mainly because our cat is in it.
An assassin? Definitely. Probably chaotic evil, too.
Remember that earlier story about the guy who didn’t know where babies come from? I think I’ve tracked down his identity. It must have been James David Manning.
I can see why. His adventures might make for fun movies, but they were unpublishable as scientific research.
You also wouldn’t want to be one of his TAs.
