Has anyone ever spotted the eery resemblance between an aqua bubble icon with the japanese flag and the red sphere of the HAL 9000 of Space Oddysey fame? Are they in some way related? I think we should be told.
Got several splinters in my hand in the most awkward places today. Luckily a co-worker had a swiss army knife on the ready, complete with tweezers and a pin. The mill I was working in was built in 1662, but some bits of wood (oak) including these miniscule ones date back from a little before. The tree was approximately 30 years when cut down. So we're looking at some wood from at least 376 years old. That's what I'd nearly call archeology digging into a finger like that.
Surprisingly education is in 3rd place. A little breather from what fox finds extremely interesting: war, crime, sports, more war, 9-11, homeland security and war. So I clicked on the education link. And look: sexual misconduct, schools cutting back, lawsuits,.. And this news item caught my eye:
A dark day for science; on this day 22 years ago:
Kassel is no longer know for it's Documenta. Big news in Germany, none of it has really siphoned through to other European countries. 
I have a very strong opinion about some people not being able to drive a car in a manner acceptable to other users of the public roads. I have reached this conclusion after years of observation and well over ten years of driving experience as an active participant in daily traffic (driving trucks, vans and normal cars ranging from sports to 4x4s). Of course there are exceptions to the rules, aren't there just? On the other hand I haven't found many rules applicable to yours truly (but that could well be to turn out an entirely different post someday). I have distilled my suppositions and assumptions into 5 categories and the results are very significant. About 90% of the observations confirm my thesis (and that is really a very nice average by any standards). Dispensing with all political correctness, I don't indulge in that kind of thing anyway, here are the results:
Sometimes I participate in online research. You fill in a questionnaire and that's it. There's no fee involved but you could win a small prize (gift voucher, city trip,...). Multinationals use it to target their ads, see if their campaigns have had the desired effect, newspapers use it for polls etc. I am not you average Jane Doe so I would probably distort any questionnaire I'd fill in. Just being helpful, not subversive in any way. The last one I wanted to fill in was about beer. It would take about twenty minutes to complete the questions online. I had some time to waste so I started to tick the relevant boxes. Gender and age were easy. And then the next screen popped up: "Thank you for your participation, but you are not part of the target group we intend to reach. Please leave your e-mailadress to have a chance at winning some of our give away prizes." Bleh. Alfa males are allowed to partake, with or without beer bellies. I tried to pretend I was Dr. Livingstone and enter his details, but the nice marketing people are very honest and their smart machines tell you you've already done the questionnaire. It probably recognises your IP number. The example above illustrates just one of these polls these research facilitator chappies do. The question shown is 'Who will be the next Belgian PM?' The vote I cast eventually was filed under the category 'Others'. I filled in Pol Pot just for a laugh.
What's up with the clothes my Weatherpixie is wearing? I've been surprised time and time again about the things she's been kitted out with. From dominatrix to geekoid extraordinaire. I've seen it all over the last 6 months since I've put it on the blog. The only thing that's spot on is Mouser.
Yes, I am referring to The Golden Compass. Easily digestable, nicely made. A lot of lovable creatures. Bit dissapointed I'll have to sit through two other movies to get the whole story. I think I'll just get the books as prezzies for the Teens™ and read them first. Some teenagers seated in front of me thought it was a bore, they were rolling about on the little platform in front of the screen. I was going to say something but couldn't be bothered because I was well into my third Westmalle triple and the end credits started to roll. Yes, my theatre serves lovely 9,5% beer in the house. Really enjoyed the song by Kate Bush at the end. The movie site has a cool feature. You can let the site choose a dæmon for you after answering twenty questions. Pure fun and silliness. But we were all awaiting each others' result. Teen 2™'s dæmon turned out a snow panther called Diodium, Teen 3™'s a red fox called Skaeme, Dr Livingstone's a stoat. I'm quite happy to have a lovable, furry, irritating, garbage ransacking raccoon called Achaean.
Some strange news left over from last year I surfed across.
Imagine a chain letter or a written urban legend that has been going around the world for over four decades and is still doing the rounds. It has transferred from paper to the electronic era and has now landed in my mailbox. It involves two US presidents and was created way back in those swinging sixties. What am I referring to? Yep, that infamous Lincoln/Kennedy comparison. (If you're not familiar with the claims, direct your webwatching activities to the snopes site; click on the blog title). The latter was shot dead and within a couple of weeks the comp sprouted from someones imagination and has been plaguing mankind ever since. I received it in the form of a word document. According to the file property it was created about two years ago. I managed to track the author down via the web because he left his digital fingerprints all over it. I imagine this is someone who is nearing the end of his professional career (born in 1944) or is already enjoying his pension. He probably has way too much time on his hands and thought it would be a barrel of laughs to translate the comparison, create this file and send it to all his friends and relatives and then pretend he was the one who had stumbled across these 'hard facts'.
We all heard and read about there being no Golden Globes this year. Here's a better alternative: The Darwin Awards. Its caption being: "The Darwin Awards salute the improvement of the human genome by honoring those who accidentally remove themselves from it.". What did their bereaved ones get post-humorously? A t-shirt saying 'I peed in the gene pool'?
Mrs B obviously hasn't been reading my blog entries. She's gone out and bought some more of the stuff. And yes, that really is me hiding under the settee with that slightly worried look in my handsome yellow sparkling eyes.
Well, who would have thought old Ratzi would be interested in that kind of thing? I bet that's a first edition, signed and dedicated. On the web I found a picture of him taken just as he was leaving the water closet. Apparently, according to some Vatican insiders, it's been on his bedside table for quite some time.


Yes I am on the tablets (or that's what they think). Haha. I fooled them big time. Well, nearly. I had to eat this tuna paste and they'd concealed a quarter of a tablet at a time. Those foul tasting things. Two words for you Bayer chappies in the white coats: MICE FLAVOUR! (The freshly killed kind). Anyway, I managed to lick off the rest of the paste and leave the last quarter in the little tray. Yesterday I had to have the second dose. It came disguised as some other kind of fish paste yet again (the cheap kind). No way I was going to gobble that up! Funny thing was they tried to envelop it in some smoked Atlantic salmon left over from the New Year's party. Horrid yet again. They haven't changed the tray just yet, think I might go extremely hungry and go for it in the end. No way Jose! I'd sooner eat the mole that's been rearranging the garden than something else.
This is inside me! Toxocara cati. I do not like these electron microscope images. These spaghetti like things do not look very appetizing. Apparently our entire species is considered being contaminated. I'll be on medication soon. Still have to figure out how they'll administer it. Us cats really do not like those foul tasting nonsensical farma stuffs. Last time the little pills were passed off as some tuna spread. I soon saw through that. Ha! Licked all the tuna off it and left the little white dot to fend for itself. I probably shouldn't have done that now come to think of it. Walking around with these Toxo thingies is not very nice and I suspect there is no alternative. Probably got them from my luncheon appointment and late night dinner snacks.
I think I look fat in this picture. Just came from the outdoors. The cold makes my fur puff up, a lot like human goose pimples but with extra isolation. Those silly Homo sapiens only have those silly looking hairs here and there. What's the bleedin' point of those? The only plus side I can find is the not coughing up hairballs part of the whole shebang. The picture was made by Mrs B yesterday. Dr. Livingstone was stroking me at the time, hence the dreamy glazed look.

So? Can't please anyone these days anymore.