Wednesday, July 30, 2008
So Much for Plausible Deniability
by Ken Houghton
As Armadillocon nears, and I head for the cold, a final reminder of where life really is. Everything I know about food I learned at the County Line, which apparently served me well:
You are 72% REAL Texan!!
You're way more Texan than average. You're parents were probably from here too. We're glad to have you. You probably go to the border for Christmas shopping and are well versed in BBQ, Mexican Food and .. well thats pretty much it.
How Texan Are You?
Labels: Eat Our Brains, just life, Meta
Monday, July 14, 2008
Painful Coincidence
by Ken Houghton
Especially not when you die two days later.
(via Gary Farber, who posts a wealth of other links)
July 2, 2008 [link fixed; thank you, Gary]:
Short of succumbing to the madness of anorexia, I doubt I am likely to experience actual starvation before I die.
Especially not when you die two days later.
(via Gary Farber, who posts a wealth of other links)
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
This is for Drek
by Ken Houghton
Via Susan, the current Grand Rounds has an article on inverted nipples, complete with a link to an 1866 British Medical Journal piece [PDF].
Labels: Health Care, just life, Total Drek
Monday, July 07, 2008
Condolences to Scott
by Ken Houghton
In the greater scheme of things, this is a minor matter. But it seems likely to ruin his day.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Dear Mad, You and Danny Don't Exist.
by Ken Houghton
My wife's relatives work in San Francisco and live in Albany, but they're doctors and lawyers. (Though—sorry, Julie, Howard, and Mike—not many would confuse most of them with being "smartly dressed" in the VDH sense of the phrase.)
So I guess Mad at EoB doesn't exist, since VDH's SF "reminds [him] of H.G.l Wels Eloi and Morlocks," and I've never seen her wear as much eye shadow as Yvette Mimieux in this film (though it's possible that Sarcasm Girl can stay).
Via Roy, I discover that the San Francisco of Victor David Hanson's, er, mind consists of:
smartly dressed yuppies, wealthy gays... What is missing are school children, middle class couples with strollers, and any sense the city has a vibrant foundation of working-class, successful families of all races and backgrounds...
My wife's relatives work in San Francisco and live in Albany, but they're doctors and lawyers. (Though—sorry, Julie, Howard, and Mike—not many would confuse most of them with being "smartly dressed" in the VDH sense of the phrase.)
So I guess Mad at EoB doesn't exist, since VDH's SF "reminds [him] of H.G.l Wels Eloi and Morlocks," and I've never seen her wear as much eye shadow as Yvette Mimieux in this film (though it's possible that Sarcasm Girl can stay).
Labels: Eat Our Brains, raving lunacy, sf
