Over at The Phil Nugent Experience, Phil, if I may call him Phil, has got some stuff to say, and he's thought-provoking and eloquent and stuff. He's not getting quite the careful reading out of me that he deserves, mostly because I have the sort of headache that makes thinking like reading an eye chart in a heavy fog.
My advice is to go read it yourself (Not the eye chart.), starting here, where he ponders the credulously paranoid bent in humanity, and moving onto here, where he takes up the matter of crimes and misdemeanors and ethical lapses, and going on to here, where he offers some extremely timely advice for the eukaryotes among us, and then, I dunno, just keep reading till you've finished everything in the archives. Also, his heds are worth it just for themselves.
Phil's one of those people I'm amazed doesn't seem to have a bigger audience, though I admit that's not a short list by any means. But he's also one of those people who doesn't seem to care all that much. Which is something I'd probably spend some time here attempting to sort out if I didn't have the aforementioned cotton-balls-in-my-brain headache. Instead, I'll just send over whatever I can in the way of my highly perceptive and articulate commenters who, and I realize this is the limiting factor, don't already read his blog.
Meanwhile, I'm going to do some more research into Atenolol, because my partner has banned sex until I get the zombie thing sorted out. Apparently, it can really throw off your timing if your partner is yelling at people you can't see. I am sympathetic, but of a mind to be ungracious about it.
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Apparently, it can really throw off your timing if your partner is yelling at people you can't see.
God! Oh my god, yes!! Sweet jesus! Ooohhh gooodd jesus oohh
Yes, I can imagine how that would be distracting.
The funny thing is, we don't actually do that. I'm pagan, my partner's atheist, our last partner was Catholic enough to have been offended by it (I know.). But this is not the first restriction my partner has come up with: I'm also not allowed to discuss feminism, politics, religion (with certain allowances), family, reptiles, insects, arachnids, clams, barnacles, and crabs (in fact, there's something of a general ban on invertebrates but I'm allowed to make jokes about cephalopod mating habits), spontaneous human combustion, alien abduction, moon landings, birds bigger than penguins, sea monsters (in general, although I'm allowed to make certain ribald jokes on the subject), our cats, horror movies, or my latest recipe ideas. That's just a partial list, things get added all the time. Oh, and I'm not allowed to attempt the mating calls of animals real or mythical. Song lyrics are okay, as long as I don't sing.
Each of these rules has at its heart a specific incident, which should make the rest of the world very glad that I'm not inflicting my freaky psyche dishabille on the general populace anymore, and as an aside, I have learned that my mother may be reading my blog. Hi, Mom!
I did say it would be a bad idea, you know.
OK, I won't say anything about the sordid speculations involving humpback whales and Japanese whaling vessels, which emerged from the comment thread to one of Flying Rodent's posts.
"or my latest recipe ideas."
--snort--
Birds bigger than which kind of penguin?
Indeed, this is something of a loophole. Emperor penguins, for example, are pretty darn big.
The specific incidents here involved ostriches, which have an interesting polygamy thing going on, and cassowaries, which can disembowel you with their head crests. Hummingbird territoriality, evidently, is okay, as are chinstrap penguins for all the obvious reasons, though discussion of homosexuality among trumpeter swans is right out, which leads me to conclude that king penguins are as big as is allowable.
I like to think I'm just proving that Smart Is Sexy. My partner thinks I'm proving that Weird Is Just Weird.
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