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...I mean 'in exactly the same words'.
"He was a state sponsor of terror. In other words, the government had declared, you are a state sponsor of terror." —President Bush on Saddam Hussein.
Meditation makes your brain grow bigger and our heads have changed shape dramatically over the past 650 years.
NASA is evaluating a program called THOR that would smash a big copper projectile into a region of Mars that hints at having a dust-covered frozen sea, causing a 30-foot deep crater, to see what lies beneath.
Earth Institute rsearchers have discovered two new lakes beneath the Antarctic ice sheet that are among the biggest of the 145 known to exist. They have been sealed off from the surface for 35 million years, possibly hiding unique and unknown ecosystems.
NASA's top climate scientist claims the Bush administration is trying to shut him up.
And finally, the flytrap anemone.
If you've spent much time around here, you're aware that I spend a distressingly large amount of time in the comments over at Unfogged. Maybe you're familiar with the place, maybe not. The regulars there are some of the smartest, funniest folks you'll encounter on these here intarwebs, but regular reading of the comments is required to catch all the in-jokes, which are legion. That can make it seem a bit impenetrable on your first wander through, but believe me: it's worth the effort. A headier blend of high- and low-brow might not exist anywhere.
Anyhow, the fellow responsible for the joint, the great and mysterious Ogged, is hanging up his blogging cleats for good. Everybody raise your glass as a legend retires. However, The Mineshaft (as it is affectionately known) will not be shutting down. Alameida and Fontana Labs will still be posting, and five obsessive-compulsive commentators will be promoted from the farm system into the starting rotation as the new Unfogged blogging crew. They are: LizardBreath, Becks, Tia, Ben Wolfson, and some reprobate who calls himself apostropher.
I'll still be posting here, of course, but do come check out the new deluxe apartment in the sky. And again, a big thanks to Ogged for just under three years of stellar writing and creating a truly great community in the process.
When a door-to-door tattoo salesmen with homemade equipment offers his services, say no.
When you're arrested for staging fights between pit bulls and wild boars, don't use this defense: "[Hog-dog fights are] no more cruel than when I do bird hunting with my dogs."
If you join the priesthood, don't knock up your cousin.
Say hello to our newest and shortest-lived satellite.
One of the strangest satellites in the history of the space age is about to go into orbit. Launch date: Feb. 3rd. That's when astronauts onboard the International Space Station (ISS) will hurl an empty spacesuit overboard. The spacesuit is the satellite -- "SuitSat" for short.
"SuitSat is a Russian brainstorm," explains Frank Bauer of NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center. "Some of our Russian partners in the ISS program, mainly a group led by Sergey Samburov, had an idea: Maybe we can turn old spacesuits into useful satellites." SuitSat is a first test of that idea.
"We've equipped a Russian Orlan spacesuit with three batteries, a radio transmitter, and internal sensors to measure temperature and battery power," says Bauer. "As SuitSat circles Earth, it will transmit its condition to the ground."
Pretty nifty idea. SuitSat's website is here, and you can receive its transmissions via ham radio, but not for long.
Bauer expects SuitSat's batteries to last 2 to 4 days. "Although longer is possible," he allows. After that, SuitSat will begin a slow silent spiral into Earth's atmosphere. Weeks or months later, no one knows exactly when, it will become a brilliant fireball over some part of Earth -- a fitting end for a trailblazer.
Well, whaddayaknow? This little site was nominated for a Koufax award in the Most Deserving of Wider Recognition category. While I certainly agree that everybody should be stopping by here several times a day, I'll note that just under 300 blogs were also nominated for the award, including some really top-notch ones. I can't imagine how my burgeoning collection of exploding whales, mutant animals, and dick jokes deserves more recognition than some of those folks doing serious political analysis, but then I'm not proud. Voting hasn't opened yet, while the hosts allow folks to wander around the labyrinthine corridors of underexposed brilliance, but once they do, feel free to pull my finger lever.
Well, well, well. Isn't this an odd coincidence?
So, via Talk Left, I see that the lead prosecutor in the Abramoff case is leaving because Bush has appointed him to a federal judgeship:
The prosecutor, Noel L. Hillman, is chief of the department's public integrity division, and the move ends his involvement in an inquiry that has reached into the administration as well as the top ranks of the Republican leadership on Capitol Hill.
[...]Colleagues at the Justice Department say Mr. Hillman has been involved in day-to-day management of the Abramoff investigation since it began almost two year ago. The inquiry, which initially focused on accusations that Mr. Abramoff defrauded Indian tribes out of tens of millions of dollars in lobbying fees, is being described within the department as the most important federal corruption investigation in a generation.
Shumer and Salazar are calling for a special prosecutor.
When I read this a minute ago, I was reminded of a similar story from a month ago:
The Florida prosecutor investigating radio talk-show host Rush Limbaugh will soon be weighing cases rather than prosecuting them. Gov. Jeb Bush has announced Assistant State Attorney James Martz has been appointed a Palm Beach County judge, filling a vacancy left after this year's legislative session.
How... convenient.
Pennsylvania researchers have produced a bird flu vaccine made from a genetically engineered human cold virus and shown that it protected 100 percent of vaccinated mice and chickens. While production of a conventional flu vaccine requires months of work and large numbers of fertilized chicken eggs, the researchers reported Thursday that they prepared their vaccine in only 36 days, growing it in a laboratory dish. The ability to produce a new vaccine so quickly could give public health officials a powerful new tool to combat the H5N1 bird flu virus if it should mutate and begin infecting humans widely.
The team is working with the Food and Drug Administration to begin human tests of the vaccine, said Dr. Andrea Gambotto of the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center, who led the team. He said those trials could begin within weeks. He said the vaccine should be equally effective in humans because it is based on a human virus. [...]
Studying the mice, the team found that the vaccine produced two types of immunity -- antibodies that block the hemagglutinin and prevent it from binding to cells, and T-cells that attack the invading virus.
"This means that this recombinant vaccine can stimulate several lines of defense against the H5N1 virus, giving it greater therapeutic value," said microbiologist Simon Barratt-Boyes of the University of Pittsburgh Graduate School of Public Health and a member of the team. "More importantly, it suggests that even if H5N1 mutates, the vaccine is still likely to be effective against it."
I've never understood the appeal of professional wrestling. Totally not my cup of tea. But then I wasn't familiar with The Human Tornado.
(via Wonkette-for-a-day Ezra)
Update: GaijinBiker notes in the comments that plenty of good captions for this photo can be found at V the K's Caption This.
Jessica Joslin makes creepily beautiful sculptures from animal skeletons, pieces of antiques, and sundry other materials. Check 'em out. (via All Night Surfing)
Links to more odd taxidermy art can be found here, here, here, and here, plus plenty more places as well.
George W. Bush sees fit to wag his finger for incivility, noting a "difference between responsible and irresponsible debate" and "demand[ing] a debate that brings credit to our democracy -- not comfort to our adversaries." Glenn Greenwald has a withering take on just how those standards are observed over on the right side of the aisle.
Therefore, I'll extend to President Bush the same invitation I did the last time this trope circulated.
Ian Welsh has posted an excellent dissection of the Canadian election results and what they portend. The short version: nobody's really in charge and forming a governing coalition is going to be an extremely tricky affair. But you should read the long version, because it's rather more complicated than that.
Really, it's like they aren't even making an effort to come up with believable ones any more.
Deviancy! Deviancy! Abomination! Someone call Pat Robertson!
Australian scientists are set to announce the discovery of a species of flatworm which is a member of group of predators known as oyster leeches. Emma Johnston of the University of New South Wales said the creature -- named Imogine lateotentare -- is one of the simplest organisms known, but its behavior is quite complex, the Sydney Morning Herald reported Friday. [...]
The creatures have both male and female parts and engaged in a sexual practice somewhat like penis fencing. To reproduce they try to stab each other with their genitals and the first to penetrate inserts sperm and then goes on to spar with another flatworm. The "loser" lays and broods the eggs.
Oyster leeches are a tool of the patriarchy, yo. Still, I give penis fencing two thumbs up.
Today is the most depressing day of the year, according to a Cardiff University psychologist. And that doesn't even take into account watching the Panthers self-destruct on national TV last night.
Need further evidence that the Bush administration is a fully owned and operated subsidiary of the energy companies? Here ya go.
The 50 Most Loathesome People of 2005
3. George W. Bush
Charges: Simply put, the stupidest man ever to lead this country. Bush's lobotomized Will Rogers routine is a satirist's dream, a European intellectual's caricature of the dipshit cowboy American, all balls and no brains. Often responds to questions by attempting to define the word he finds the most challenging in them. Thinks press reports of his various crimes are responsible for his waning popularity, rather than the deeds themselves. Interprets the constitution like a Unitarian interprets the bible; for maximum convenience and with no regard to the actual text. Foreign policy vision is less serious and more simplistic than an issue of Captain America.
For comparison: 2004's list.
Thanks to the good folks at Sadly, No!, you too can read the dumbest, most incoherent wingnut column of the new year. So far.
You Can't Fight Islamism with Gay Cowboys
I don't even know what to say.
Molly Ivins brings down the Fist of Truth:
I'd like to make it clear to the people who run the Democratic Party that I will not support Hillary Clinton for president.
Enough. Enough triangulation, calculation and equivocation. Enough clever straddling, enough not offending anyone. This is not a Dick Morris election. Sen. Clinton is apparently incapable of taking a clear stand on the war in Iraq, and that alone is enough to disqualify her. Her failure to speak out on Terri Schiavo, not to mention that gross pandering on flag-burning, are just contemptible little dodges.
AMEN! Look, I know Hillary Clinton has a vagina and that somehow seems to earn her an automatic progressive pass, but what would really help is actually coming down on our side unequivocally once in a goddamn while. She can't even sew up those of us on the left and god knows she's lacking in crossover appeal. If Sen. Clinton ends up the Democratic nominee, I'll vote for her, but it would be with the sinking feeling that it's just another freaking quixotic vote cast for a party that is not remotely serious about winning.
She will never be president. Never. She may end up a good senator (despite being a stunning disappointment so far) but she isn't returning to Pennsylvania Avenue. Internalize that, everybody, and start looking for a candidate that can win. Back to Ivins:
The majority of the American people (55 percent) think the war in Iraq is a mistake and that we should get out. The majority (65 percent) of the American people want single-payer health care and are willing to pay more taxes to get it. The majority (86 percent) of the American people favor raising the minimum wage. The majority of the American people (60 percent) favor repealing Bush's tax cuts, or at least those that go only to the rich. The majority (66 percent) wants to reduce the deficit not by cutting domestic spending, but by reducing Pentagon spending or raising taxes.
The majority (77 percent) thinks we should do "whatever it takes" to protect the environment. The majority (87 percent) thinks big oil companies are gouging consumers and would support a windfall profits tax. That is the center, you fools. WHO ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
Who, indeed?
Wow.
[W]e're most excited about his M-house, a modular house comprised of flexible parts that connect to a matrix of modular supports. Like a toy house, these parts can be disassembled and rearranged at will, allowing the home to adjust with changing needs.
The skeletal structure of the M-house is a grid frame of seven interlocking cubes. Rectangular panels made of steel frames with thin concrete composite sheets attach on hinges to the central grid. These panels can be used to completely enclose a room, accommodating insulation and sealing in heating and cooling. Others can be freely moveable for use as sunshades and rain shelters. Still other panels can be installed on the interior in varying sizes, creating fold-out seating, desks, dining areas and sleeping platforms.
Several pictures at the link, and it must be seen to be believed. Once you've done that, go look at the other amazing stuff at the architect's website.
A very lost bottlenose whale is swimming up the Thames River and is in central London.
The Korean Supreme Court has upheld the conviction of a dairy executive for an obscene event promoting his company's yogurt, involving nude, flour-caked models atop an artgallery squirting each other with yogurt to remove the flour.
Have annoying neighbors? It could be worse.
Ron Kovic: The Forgotten Wounded of Iraq
Can anybody figure out the relationship of this article to the picture that accompanies it? Because I sure can't.
Scary huge jellyfish, yo.
Google tells the feds to go stuff themselves. Good for you, Google.
Pickett was from Prattville, Alabama, where my father was born and raised and the rest of that side of my family still lives. His last studio album, 1999's It's Harder Now, really is a great record, especially following a couple decades of completely forgettable releases.
This has been one of the warmest winters I can recall here in North Carolina, but not so much in Russia.
Animals at zoos across Russia were being given shots, or in some cases buckets, of vodka, to keep them warm yesterday as temperatures in the European part of the country plunged towards an exceptional minus 40 degrees Celsius. In the ancient town of Yaroslavl a travelling circus there said it had been forced to start giving its trio of Indian elephants vodka mixed with water in buckets as the mercury dipped. In Lipetsk, where meteorologists recorded temperatures of minus 32, the zoo's contingent of macaques was being fortified with cheap French table wine three times a day and in other zoos camels, wild boars and reindeer were being given regular shots of vodka to stave off the chill.
People who clutched their mobile phones to their ears for too long had to be taken to hospital with frostbite, homeless people froze to death where they slumped and some of Moscow's famously bright lights had to be temporarily turned off as the city consumed record amounts of electricity and moved to selective rationing. [...] The coldest temperature recorded in Moscow, of minus 42, was recorded in 1940 and experts said that the current Arctic conditions could last until the end of the month with the temperature steadily dropping towards minus 40 as the week progresses.
Brrr. Something about a bunch of macaques all tanked up on cheap Burgundy makes me smile, though.
A high school student in Great Falls, Montana is the subject of a civil suit filed by a 40-year-old woman who he intentionally ran over with a pick-up truck while she was jogging, resulting in severe injuries. Also named in the suit are his parents, the passenger in the truck, and the Great Falls School District. The suit claims that the defendants knew the student was disturbed, but did nothing to stop or help him. I can't speak to the relative strength or weakness of the suit, but this should have been a pretty clear sign:
Robbins' former school counselor, Jesse O'Hara, said Wednesday that he tried to intervene, but was taken off the case. O'Hara learned of Robbins' troubles when the boy wrote a disturbing list of New Year's resolutions for a class project. Robbins wrote that he wanted to "get a drivers license, so I can do those horrible things people like to read about in the paper."[*] Other goals included "taste human flesh"[*] and "make a movie about Hitler."[*]
Alarmed by the list, O'Hara said he called Robbins' mother, Alice Horak, and arranged a meeting with her. He said he advised Horak to seek psychiatric help for the boy.
"I kept on saying, 'This young man needs help we can't give him,'" O'Hara said. "She didn't like it so she went and had me taken off the case."
I'm not certain why the school system is being sued for an incident that happened off school property. That seems pretty clearly beyond the bounds of their responsibility, and the fact that they tried to persuade the parents to get the kid psychiatric help looks exculpatory to me, but then I am not a lawyer. The parents may be culpable, but it can be very difficult to tell whether somebody is dangerously disturbed or just sporting the garden variety teenage crazy that most of us leave behind as adults. Hell, I might have made a similar list in high school, laughing all the way. Though the lines of accountability are always blurry in the case of a minor, I'm leery of holding others responsible for the actions of an individual. On the other hand, the victim is likely dealing with seriously huge medical bills, and suing a teenager isn't going to result in much financial relief, is it?
I graduated high school in 1986, before teenage murder became all trendy, making the one that happened at our school all the more shocking. I knew the shooter and the victim, and attended both the funeral and the trial that summer. It seemed as straightforward an insanity case as you could find, but he was nonetheless found guilty. While he was always an odd bird, certainly nobody imagined he'd actually hurt anybody, or even try. I don't recall any talk of bringing suit against his family, who were as devastated by the events as anybody and ended up moving to another town following assorted anonymous death threats.
I suppose I should be driving toward a point with post, but apparently I am not. In the radio biz, this is known as a cold ending.
Two good reads on the Alito nomination:
While watching [Panthers QB Jake] Delhomme operate through my binoculars, I had noticed, and then began chronicling, the rather odd and incessant way that he licks his fingers before almost every play. Now I'm not talking about your typical oh-the-pages-are-stuck-together-just-let-me-moisten-my-fingers-a-bit kind of licking. Oh no. This was more like a cat with OCD who had just eaten two tablets of trucker speed and then accidentally stepped into a jar of peanut butter.
How obsessively?
On average, Delhomme licks his hands 6.1 times per play. And as far as I can tell, that number increases and decreases in direct relation to game situations. In other words, he licks less on first downs (5.1) and earlier in the game (4.9) and much more on third downs (6.4) and in the red zone (6.6). [...] Jake licks almost twice as many times before a pass play (7.2) as he does before a run play (3.7). And of the times when he doesn't lick at all, he is nearly three times as likely to go lickless before a run play than a pass play.
Now, how dirty must a professional football player's hands get during the course of a game, I ask you? Ick. And with a tell that obvious, he'd lose his shirt at a Vegas poker table. However, it doesn't seem to be hurting his performance on the gridiron. Here are the all-time best post-season QB ratings for players with a minimum of 150 post-season pass attempts.
Jake Delhomme 108.4
Bart Starr 104.8
Joe Montana 95.6
Ken Anderson 93.5
Kurt Warner 92.3
5-1, 10 TDs, 2 INTs. Two more wins and I'll volunteer to lick his hands for him next season. I'll note that, currently, Seattle is predicted to break its rainy streak on Sunday. Go Panthers!
Render your own lard! (via Belle)
Top 10 Reasons Why Nobody Reads Your Blog
What makes a good prank?
If poets named breakfast cereals.
Places where I can find a woman like Jesse's girl, years later.
Much prettier pictures than you'd expect, given the subject matter.
The photographs are of animals found dead; the majority is of road-killed animals that I encountered on a two-mile stretch of road near where I used to live. [...] So these photographs represent my technique of awareness, a gesture of respect toward the animals I encountered on the roads. Instead of averting my eyes in sadness or indifference I found that I wanted to look closer. I wanted to focus my attention toward the animals. I photographed them, not so much as a document of their passing but more as an acknowledgement of their existence, an acknowledgement that the lives and the remains of animals are very much a part of our landscape, a part of our day to day world.
(via 3quarksdaily)
A computer programmer found out his girlfriend was having an affair when his pet parrot kept repeating her lover's name, British media reported Tuesday. The African grey parrot kept squawking "I love you, Gary" as his owner, Chris Taylor, sat with girlfriend Suzy Collins on the sofa of their shared flat in Leeds, northern England. But when Taylor saw Collins's embarrassed reaction, he realized she had been having an affair -- meeting her lover in the flat whilst Ziggy looked on, the UK's Press Association reported.
Ziggy even mimicked Collins's voice each time she answered her telephone, calling out "Hiya Gary," according to newspaper reports. Call-center worker Collins, 25, admitted the four-month affair with a colleague called Gary to her boyfriend and left the flat she had shared with Taylor, 30, for a year. Taylor said he had also been forced to part with Ziggy after the bird continued to call out Gary's name and refused to stop squawking the phrases in his ex-girlfriend's voice, media reports said.
Heh heh.
To my peeps for whom it would matter: Happy Saint Anthony's Day. Here's to Uncle Tony.
I worked for Kinko's for a couple years after graduating from college, putting that liberal arts degree to its most common use, retail. While I didn't mind doing the overnight shift so much (far fewer customers and less pressure to remain sober until you clock out), in general it was a pretty shitty job. Crappy pay, stultifyingly repetitive tasks, apathetic coworkers, unimaginative management, and of course, there's nothing like working retail to convince you that 50% of the general public is technically retarded. It beats turning tricks at the bus station, I guess, but only by virtue of the 401(k).
Anyhow, if you were lucky enough to avoid your stint behind the counter at the copy shop (stupid math majors), here's your chance to recreate the experience digitally.
Everybody else on the internet is linking to it, so I'll climb on board. You should absolutely read Al Gore's speech today on what is now undeniably a constitutional crisis.
Kids eat the damnedest things.
This cell phone gets crappy reception.
Just fire the Democrats, please.
Glue-sniffing monkeys terrorize Cambodia.
If the weather cooperates, NASA will launch its fastest spacecraft ever tomorrow morning, heading toward a 2015 rendezvous with Pluto and the Kuiper Belt.
Crazy Japanese gameshows and cakeburgers.
If you haven't seen the original monologue, it's the last one on this page. Don't miss it.
Well, to lighten the mood after my jeremiad against the sorry state of the Battered Wife Syndrome Party Democratic Party, yesterday marked Noah's first complete trip around the Sun. Happy birthday, little fella.
Doesn't anybody here know how to play this game? Jesus H. Christ, you prissy simps, stand up and punch somebody in the mouth already. If the tables were turned, the GOP and its compliant lapdogs in the media would be hammering us into bloody pulps. I'd expand, except that smarter and more talented folks have already done the heavy lifting for me:
Peter Daou
James Wolcott
Tom Engelhardt
Glenn Greenwald
If I hear one more Democratic talking head warn against "politicizing" this issue or that, I'm going to put my foot through the TV screen. It's politics, you half-wits. You don't control jack shit right now. Politicizing something is the only tool you have. Once you're in charge of something, then you can sit around and dither whether it's seemly to politicize an issue. But don't dither long, because the Republicans and their compliant media won't hesitate to do the same. How many times are you going to try to kick that football before you finally pivot and kick Lucy in the head?
Look, nobody is going to vote you out of office for filibustering Sam Alito. Nobody bases their vote on judicial hearings. But plenty of people do base their vote on whether you comport yourself like a doormat. If you can't find the spine to stand up on this one (and here's all the argument you need to do so), then you should pack your bags and let us run somebody else for your seat. Somebody who will actually do the job you've been elected to do.
Good lord, you've been handed opportunity after opportunity. The Bush administration clearly couldn't run a Midway booth properly, much less anything the size of the federal government. This should be like shooting fish in a barrel. If you're too cowardly to be an honest to God Democrat, then retire. You're hurting your party and hurting your country.
Grrrrrr. Sorry for the outburst, everybody; I'm just at my wit's end watching this all play out. I'll try to go find some story about two-headed animals or some fella chopping off his member now.
Now all we need are green eggs and the prophecy will be fulfilled.
Scientists in Taiwan say they have bred three pigs that glow in the dark. They claim that while other researchers have bred partly fluorescent pigs, theirs are the only pigs in the world which are green through and through. The pigs are transgenic, created by adding genetic material from jellyfish into a normal pig embryo. [...]
The researchers, from National Taiwan University's Department of Animal Science and Technology, say that although the pigs glow, they are otherwise no different from any others. Taiwan is not claiming a world first. Others have bred partially fluorescent pigs before. But the researchers insist the three pigs they have produced are better. They are the only ones that are green from the inside out. Even their heart and internal organs are green, they say. [...]
In daylight the researchers say the pigs' eyes, teeth and trotters look green. Their skin has a greenish tinge. In the dark, shine a blue light on them and they glow torch-light bright.
Creepshow, yo.
(via jvance, who just broke free from blogspot and is in brand new digs, so go say howdy)
I suppose he's only a little sillier than Jesse Ventura and Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Looking for something really, really different in a political candidate this year? Take a gander at Jonathon (The Impaler) Sharkey, who will launch his gubernatorial campaign in Princeton, Minn., on Friday the 13th as a "satanic dark priest" and the leader of the "Vampyres, Witches and Pagans Party." [...]
Minnesota may never have seen a more outside-the-box politician than the Impaler, also a former pro wrestler. For starters, he describes himself as a "sanguinary vampyre ... just like you see in the movies and TV, I sink my fangs into the neck of my donor (at this time in my life, it is my wife, Julie), and drink their blood," he said in an e-mail. [...]
Quite some distance from the mainstream, however, is his pledge to execute -- by impalement in front of the State Capitol -- terrorists, rapists, drug dealers, child abusers, repeat drunken drivers and anybody who preys on the elderly.
"I'm going to be totally open and honest," he said. "Unlike other candidates, I'm not going to hide my evil side."
The article has a picture, by the way, and you can find plenty more at his campaign website, which is funnier than funny, though I honestly can't tell whether that's intentional or not. He's also running for president in 2008, so you should sharpen up your CV and get in on the ground floor now.
(via The Anomalist)
An 11-year-old boy had a lingering headache two days after a pickup truck ran over his head. [...] Ron Shurley said he at first thought he ran over a piece of wood until he got out of the truck and saw Cameron lying face down in the gravel. Then he stood up and ran into the house, Shurley said.
"He didn't look too worse for wear," Shurley said. "He was just saying he had a headache."
After spotting blood running out of the boy's ear, Shurley drove him to the hospital. Cameron was then transferred to another hospital, where tests revealed he had a slight hairline skull fracture. He also had roadrash on his neck and face, a black eye and a laceration on his ear canal.
He was released from the hospital Tuesday, suffering a stiff neck and a headache.
Tough little fellow, that one.
Yesterday, Apple Computer unveiled its first Intel-based machines, and the company's stock closed at $80.86.
Red State Update reviews Brokeback Mountain. Funny stuff. The rest of the RSU episodes are here.
Albert Hofmann, the Swiss chemist who invented LSD and was its first guinea pig, turns 100 today. Happy birthday, good doctor.
Update: Some have questioned the authenticity of the photo, but the condition responsible is known as holoprosencephaly and the AP has confirmed the pictures were not faked. Also, the woman whose cat delivered it still has the kitten in her freezer, though she says she won't be selling it on eBay. You'll just have to grow your own.
Update 2: PZ Myers brings the science. In fact, he can build you a one-eyed fish, though it doesn't have much of a shelf life.
