Passing by the primate area one day, a zoo attendant happens to notice a chimpanzee sitting on a rock with an open book in either hand, looking first at one and then at the other.
Curious, he asks the chimp, “What’s with the books?”
The chimp replies, “I’m trying to decide whether I’m my brother’s keeper or my keeper’s brother.”
The Philosopher’s Song
(from Monty Python’s Flying Circus)Oh….Immanuel Kant was a real pissantWho was very rarely stableHeidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggarWho could think you under the tableDavid Hume could out-consumeWillhelm Freidrich HegelAnd Wittgenstein was a beery swineWho was just as schloshed as SchlegelThere’s nothing Nietzche couldn’t teach ya‘Bout the raising of the wristSocrates himself was permanently pissedJohn Stuart Mill of his own free willOn half a pint of shandy was particularly illPlato they say, could stick it awayHalf a crate of whisky every dayAristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottleHobbes was fond of his dramAnd Rene Descartes was a drunken fart“I drink, therefore I am.”Yes Socrates himself is particularly missed…A lovely little thinkerBut a bugger when he’s pissed.
Received this years ago in an email. I brush it off and share it each year, just for giggles!
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As told by a woman:
The other night I was invited out for a night with the ‘girls.’
I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, ‘I promise!’
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
(Even when totally smashed…. 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him ‘ MIDNIGHT ‘… he didn’t seem pissed off in the least.
Whew, I got away with that one!
Then he said ‘We need a new cuckoo clock.’
When I asked him why, he said, ‘Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said ‘oh shit.’ Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
Lifted unceremoniously from Scott Adams’ website. He owns all rights, I am just spreading his genius!
Just a little something from the http://xkcd.com site!
National Geographic recently published an article entitled “Most Massive Black Holes Heavier Than Thought“
According to the article:
A new computer model suggests the supermassive black hole at the heart of the giant galaxy M87 weighs the same as 6.4 billion suns—two to three times heavier than previous estimates.
Admittedly, initial calculations were hampered by the lack of a bathroom scale large enough to support the entire galaxy, and sources close to M87 revealed the reclusive celestial body had been shying away from the public in an effort to hide its eating disorder. Apparently gobbling up neighbouring stars has had a direct impact on its dimensions. A press release from its agent today stated that M87 has decided to enlist the aid of interstellar fitness experts and, despite the negative reviews from dietitians and nutritionists across the universe, will immediately begin a ‘low-star’ diet.
In other news, while National Geographic scientists may be smart, their writers could apparently still use an editor for their work every now and then. This article wins my ‘double entendre of the day‘ award and just begs me to ask the question…
“Just exactly how heavy is thought?“
Don’t worry, apparently the first chance of this happening is about 2 billion years away. You will need more than just ‘Oil of Olay‘ to keep you around to see it happen…
According to a not-so-new (2007) National Geographic article:
The sun and Earth will probably be spun out into a lonely region of space when the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies finish colliding about five billion years from now, researchers say in a new study.
There’s also a small chance that our solar system will be swept from its home in the Milky Way and scooped up by Andromeda during an earlier close encounter, in just three-and-a-half-billion years.
So… we are apparently likely to be flung to the far reaches of this new, merged galaxy that has been nicknamed ‘Milkomeda‘ (who says Astrophysicists don’t have a sense of humour?)
Just more proof to my theory that our Solar System and life on Earth is really just a big petri dish experiment and something doesn’t want us contaminating the rest of the lab!