Scientists breed glow-in-the-dark green pigs.

Still no cure for cancer.

What wholesome fun it is to go to a pub, meet perfectly friendly strangers, and hand them their asses.

Michel, Suzanne and I had a jolly time partaking in the Hurley’s Pub Quiz this evening. We kept a slight lead for seven of the eight rounds, throughout which I was haggling by SMS with our missing companion over the name of the tenth planet of the solar system. Had we had him with us, our victory would have been crushing indeed.

As it was we won by a narrow margin, but it was still a struggle for Michel and I to avoid being snarky to our opponents, who were taking things relatively seriously. We were poker-facedly gracious when we were handed our prize gift certificates, but as soon as we left, the three of us spontaneously burst into effusions of victory like frat boys at a homecoming game.

Can’t wait for next month, when we get to eat and drink for free!

Just watch it.

(Thanks to Dr Wank)

I read this brilliant post while eating take-out Shish Taouk.

Welcome to the blogosphere, L.

David Jaffe (producer of God of War) rants about shopping at EB Games:

Would it hurt if they cleaned the carpet once in a while to remove the stains and the smell of day old nerd sweat?

… and several other assorted colorful (and sadly accurate) complaints. Now, I’ve bitched about EB before, but I’d add to Jaffe’s rant and mine EB’s complete lack of a classification scheme. I don’t know, guys, sort the boxes by color if you have to, I don’t care. Just try something.

I’m becoming frustrated with the fact that between the megastores, EB and Gamebuzz, Montreal just doesn’t have a single consistently good venue where you can find your games in reliable supply, at reasonable prices, and be helped by knowledgeable staff. And if there’s a town where such a business model could even work, it’s here.