Headline of the Day from CBS News: Every monk in Thai temple defrocked after testing positive for meth
What else are they supposed to do all day? Besides you-know-what, which is probably frowned upon as well.
I wonder if they're actually meth-heads though? You know how, like, if you eat bread with a lot of poppyseeds on it you can test positive for opium?
If the knife is jammed into the steak and left standing, it means, "Too rare: the dang thing moo-ed at me!"
Reminds me of something that happened years ago, after an SCA event. A group of us went to dinner, still in garb. When the waitress asked me how I wanted my steak, I pulled the first 6 inches of my sword and told her to herd it out here.
Come to dinner sometime and meet my daughter-in-law. You and she can go out behind the barn and share your feast with the resident wolves while the rest of of warm our meal up a tad.
Shave the cow and put it under a sunlamp for a few minutes...any more well-done and I'd rather eat shoe-leather honestly
I know it's not the Olympics this year, but this caught my eye when I was looking at news about the World Cup. The 1904 Olympics in America. How anyone survived it is a miracle. Here's some of the morbid tidbits: -> One runner almost pushed himself to the brink of death because he was running so hard. In the stifling summer heat. And no one was allowed water. Because of course. -> Another runner was basically running hopped up on eggs, poison pills, and bourbon (the latter the video doesn't mention.) That dude in the thumbnail being held up by two other guys? That was him. -> An athlete got chased off the track by a stray dog. -> The racers had NO closed lanes for themselves, so they were forced to run through, I kid you not, literal traffic. And a whole lot more insanity. Again, how anyone survived the 1904 Olympics is a miracle.
Does anybody go caroling anymore, or is it one of those things from days gone by we only see in television commercials?
I have the good fortune to be married to a genetic researcher who is well-respected in the field and often invited to speak at conferences around the world; sometimes I go along, like now, as I sit in room in a massive resort complex, looking out at the gentle ocean from the 23d floor. But I also have the opportunity to see up-close the devastating effects of a rare genetic condition that results in a lifetime of stymied intellectual development and physical deformities and weaknesses, from birth on. This conference is sponsored by a foundation that deals with it, and part of the events include families who deal with the disease, so I see up-close and personal what they face. The hope is that the condition can be recognized at birth and perhaps someday be somehow treated. The condition is called Angelman syndrome, which is one of the most egregious misnomers I have ever known, because that name, to me anyway, initially brings up the concept of something angelic and holy, which it certainly and absolutely is not; but it's actually named after the doctor who first officially recognized and documented it. So I find myself uncomfortably grateful for the reminder of how cruel life can be, and of the loving painful power of families who deal with it, and of how fortunate I am.
Because one of the race organizers wanted to study the effects of dehydration! The story of that marathon is beyond insane, really everyone should read the whole Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athletics_at_the_1904_Summer_Olympics_–_men's_marathon?wprov=sfla1
