Archive for the 'Weird' Category

The Year is 2035…

Thursday, June 5th, 2008

Perhaps some of you are aware of Charles Lindbergh’s other work.  Lindbergh crossed the Atlantic Ocean in 1927, but a few years later he was able to get some time with the surgeon, Dr. Alexis Carrel to discuss some common interests.  It turns out that Lindbergh believed it to be possible to build a heart [...]

Gävlebocken (The Gävle Goat)

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

In a small city north of Stockholm, 5,000 onlookers welcome a giant Goat as it is unveiled each year around Yule. For several decades now, the Gävle Goat has made a historical mark in Gävle history as it is either sacrificed or spared during the Winter.
In 1969 the goat was burned on New Year’s [...]

*@%! Road Trash

Friday, October 19th, 2007

I’m driving to work this morning, minding my own business, when I notice a monstrous bag skulking across the road. It’s one of those clear cellophane bags; the kind you get at the grocery store to hold your vegetables, only this one can probably hold the whole “Fresh Foods” section. Likely a furniture [...]

“…and he looked, and, behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed.”

Friday, August 24th, 2007

In Gainesville recently, I witnessed the burning bush. And behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was consumed, and the fire department put it out.
I don’t even think they waited for the words of the prophecy.

A Surreal Morning

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

Monday morning I began my day like many others. It was the first day of school for many, and it was the beginning of the work week for me. I also managed to get out the door in record time (related) that morning; the sun was just creeping up above the horizon as [...]

Balthazar Comments on Commodity Foods

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

I was just pulling out of driveway (a severe angle up to the road), and I burned the clutch a bit to keep from stalling out in reverse. Balthazar says, “Daddy, I smell chicken nuggets.”
So a burning clutch smells like a chicken nugget, or perhaps it’s more apt to say that chicken nuggets smell [...]

Polar Cities

Monday, July 23rd, 2007

I must prefix this post with a bit of back story…
A reader in Taiwan, Danny Bee, left a comment on an article I wrote (”Emily Yoffe Learns The Secret“). I had first assumed that the comment was spam, though the suspect spam did not follow my preconceived notions of spam. It had no [...]

57% Chance of Surviving a Zombie Attack

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007

57%
It’s not particularly good, though not all together bad either. I think the quiz is rigged. It never asked me how good I was with knives.
Thanks for the meme, Spazz.

Noisy Neighbors

Thursday, May 31st, 2007

Don’t you hate when your neighbors keep you up at night with their frenetic sounds of sexual bliss? It’s 2:00am and you’re laying in your bed, wide awake, with the sounds of labored squeaks emanating from your walls from somewhere outside. I mean, really! The backyard, under the house, the bushes; is [...]

Quandries of the American English Dialect

Thursday, May 31st, 2007

ar·chi·tect (är’kĭ-tĕkt’)
n.

One who designs and supervises the construction of buildings or other large structures.
One that plans or devises: a country considered to be the chief architect of war in the Middle East.

[Latin architectus, from Greek arkhitektōn : arkhi-, archi- + tektōn, builder.]
At some point (I believe within my lifetime), the noun architect has been transmuted [...]