A Poem

Apropos of nothing, Aradia just found this little poem, and I just had to share it with everyone.

The Turkey Shot Out Of The Oven

The turkey shot out of the oven
And rocketed into the air.
It knocked every plate off the table
And partly demolished a chair.

It ricocheted into a corner
And burst with a deafening boom!
Then splattered all over the kitchen,
Completely obscuring the room.

It stuck to the walls and the windows.
It totally coated the floor.
There was turkey attached to the ceiling
When there'd never been turkey before.

It blanketed every appliance.
It smeared every saucer and bowl.
There wasn't a way I could stop it.
That turkey was out of control.

I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
And thought with chagrin as I mopped
That I'd never again stuff a turkey
With popcorn that hadn't been popped!

It's amazing what you can find when you dig through a junk room.

Cyborg Name

Get Your Cyborg Name

And the (split up) blog name:

Get Your Cyborg Name

Get Your Cyborg Name

I especially like my pseudoynm's cyborgization. It fits quite well, I think.

Hat tip to Ranson for this one.

Bring On The Awesome!

The folks over at Penny Arcade are doing up three comics that are outside their usual style for the site, and leaving it up to us, the readers, to decide which of the three they continue to pursue. They haven't put out number three yet, but I already know which one I want them to develop.

Heaving a Huge Sigh of Relief

For years now, I've been afraid I was the only person who had weird dreams about chasing werewolves through starships with Elven space marines as backup. Yeah, I wish I was making that up, but I'm not. I've been having these really vivid, extremely strange dreams ever since I started taking my happy pills. And honestly, I don't mind. Someday, I WILL write that book, and you will all read it. Oh yes, you will. Muahahahahaherck...

Sorry, had to choke down the maniacal laughter there.

Anywho, what prompted this post was this article by Skepchick Tracy King.

Ironic Sadness

This Skepchick article makes me, in a quite ironic way, very sad. In my late teens/early twenties, my mother was diagnosed with a mood disorder, and I discovered years later that I suffered from one, as well. Over time, it's become clear that mom and I aren't the only ones in the family who could (or do, in my case) benefit from happy pills. But considering the (relatively) strong genetic factor, I can only wish we'd caught it earlier. I would probably had a much less troublesome childhood, and I know the teenage years would have been less angsty. Well, probably.

Considering all this, and a few skeletons in Aradia's closet to boot, we're going to have to watch our (frustratingly hypothetical) children likes the proverbial hawk.

Ah, well, it's probably for the best. They'd probably try to blow something up otherwise.

One For The Record Books

My wife is what my friends and I call a One Percenter. If there's a one percent chance that some subgroup in the population has some rare thing, she's in it. But I think that not even SHE has this: Photic Sneezing.


Hat tip to that photic sneezer, Frederick Pohl.

I Keep Saying It

John Scalzi is an EVIL MAN!

For the record my entries were:

Serious:

By Cathedral Bound

Funny:

I’m Tired Of These M*****-F****** Chains On This M*****-F****** Slave!

New Doctor Who Companion

Her name's Karen Gillan. She looks a little young, but then, so does the new Doctor. I guess we'll just wait and see, I suppose. She's cute, though. And she's been on the show once already, as a Seer in "The Fires of Pompeii". Click the pic for the BBC article.

I Wish I Thought Like This

Truly I do. This man may be a genius.

Geology = Extreme Science

Kim Hannula is just awesome.

Why You Should Listen To Your Elders

They have lived long enough to meet EVERYONE, and work with most of them. In reading that article, I'm struck by one thing. Isaac Asimov looked cooler the older he got. Weird.

Halloween Never Stops

At least, in my head it doesn't. You never know when you're going to run across something really awesome that will be useful for that next scare-the-bejeezus-out-of-the-neighbors project you've got cooking in the back of your head.

Here's an awesome example:

How To Make Entrails

Mary Robinette Kowal is (unfortunately, apparently) not an author I've read much of, but anyone with a short story named "Evil Robot Monkey" has got to have some cool ideas.

Hat tip to John Scalzi

Oh, My Freakin' Onion!

Seriously, ROFL.


Trekkies Bash New Star Trek Film As 'Fun, Watchable'

Hat tip to Phil Plait (of course).