A meme:
1. Pick up a book.
2. Turn to page 23.
3. Pick out the fifth sentence.
4. Post it to your blog with these instructions.

The passage:

Mr Ewart, eh, Johnny Dawson gied me your address… jist popped roond tae say thanks for everything the other day, Wullie coughed nervously.

From Glue, by Irvine Welsh, author of Trainspotting. (Yeah, I’m preparing for Scotland).

The backtrack:

sippey » Caterina » David Chess » Long story; short pier » skelkins
» patrick

A priest sent me these two links.

A while back Lou blogged about a three-headed frog, and its possible link to environmental problems.

And today, we have a four-eared cat on the news.

Why do I see things like these becoming prized pets in the near future?

A whole website dedicated to trepanation (getting a hole bored into your skull). Proponents say this produces enlightenment and a perpetual high.

“Some of us are willing to present ourselves publicly so that the old stigma associated with making a hole in the skull will be worn down over time.”

(Thanks Dr. Wank)

Cardiologie fétale,
Nanotechnologie.

Transplantation, hépatiqueuuuu…
Pathogénèse du retard de CROISAAAAAANCE!

(If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I can’t really explain it).

A Lego robot that can solve a Rubik’s cube.

In the words of Dr Wank, “a truly amazing bit of nerdosity”.

How far can you bat the penguin?

(making up for lost time here!)

My friend Ced has a theory, that the number of female friends a chick has is directly related to her maintenance requirements.

Discuss.

No, not really.

(off diepunyhumans, via Denis)

Me: Well, he should just grow some balls.
Bill: Yeah.
Me: Speaking of which, something weird’s been happening lately…
Bill: Wait, you said “grow some balls” then “something weird’s been happening lately”?
(hilarity ensues)
Bill: Okay, which one of us blogs this? Oh, you go ahead, you haven’t blogged in a while…