Our lives are spent trying to pixellate a fractal world. [Via.]
I’m not a huge fan of Dilbert, but I do tend to love Scott Adams’ prose writing. His blog isn’t just funny – it’s also reliably smart and insightful.
Early this week, he wrote about Men’s Rights:
According to my readers, examples of unfair treatment of men include many elements of the legal system, the military draft in some cases, the lower life expectancies of men, the higher suicide rates for men, circumcision, and the growing number of government agencies that are primarily for women.
You might add to this list the entire area of manners. We take for granted that men should hold doors for women, and women should be served first in restaurants. Can you even imagine that situation in reverse?
[…]
Now I would like to speak directly to my male readers who feel unjustly treated by the widespread suppression of men’s rights:
Get over it, you bunch of pussies.
The piece caused enough of an uproar that he pulled it 24 hours later; fortunately, Google still has it cached, as it’s definitely worth the read.
Cee Lo’s “Fuck You”, in ASL.
Former Columbia Pictures co-president Matt Tolmach just optioned the 2010 Black List script The Kitchen Sink. He explains, “it’s more in the spirit of The Breakfast Club than anything, but you get an idea of the title in an early scene where two kids are running from zombies. Those zombies suddenly are attacked by vampires. Just when they are all facing off, there’s a bright light overhead. You realize the aliens have landed and these groups have to band together, suppress the urge to kill each other, and it becomes thematically the enemy of my enemy is my friend. That makes it different than your usual zombie, vampire, alien movie.”
A timely addendum to my earlier “Listed” post.
In ancient Rome, Romans did not build rooms called vomitoria in which to purge themselves after a meal. Vomitoria were the entranceways through which crowds entered and exited a stadium.
“I get into my most expensive machine… It allows me to sit in a comfortable chair, sealed from the elements, while it propels me at incredible speeds. Just like my home, I can make it any temperature I wish inside. I don’t have to exert any real effort to make the thing go. I use my hands and my toes to control it.”
In the wake of the attack, the 22-year-old Loughner has been called everything from “crazed” to “unhinged.” What he’s not been called, however, at least by the media, is a terrorist.
And, as a follow up: The Real Life Superheroes Registry.
Who wants to start a dead pool?
Bluntly titled, “Do Alcohol Consumers Exercise More?” it answers its own query with a resounding if counterintuitive yes. In fact, the data show, the more people drink, the more they exercise. The study, based on replies from an annual telephone survey of hundreds of thousands of American adults about their health habits, found that “drinking is associated with a 10.1 percentage point increase in the probability of exercising vigorously,” the authors write. More specifically, “heavy drinkers exercise about 10 more minutes per week than current moderate drinkers and about 20 more minutes per week than current abstainers.” Meanwhile, the authors continue, “an extra episode of binge drinking increases the number of minutes of total and vigorous physical activity per week for both women and men.”
Exercisers drink more. [I resemble that remark.]