It's a literary romp!

One of my favorite poems (and apparently everyone else's) is This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams.

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

Yeah, well, give me a break.

Anyhoo, a blog called Yankee Pot Roast has several spoofs of that there poem, and this one made me giggle.

I have eaten
the soy ice cream
that was in
the ice box

and which
you expressly asked
me
not to touch

Forgive me
it was so gross
I threw half of
it away

I think PeTA just pissed their pants

I'm usually not opposed to animal research, so long as it's not pointless or intentionally cruel. Now, I can almost see a purpose to this second video here, but the first one? Not so much.

This scientist, Vladimir Demikhov, was one of the pioneers of organ transplant. In his spare time, he liked to sew dogs together. And they lived. I honestly cannot see any practical applications to 2-headed, 6-legged dogs.


Soviet scientist Sergei Brukhonenko claimed to have decapitated this dog and kept it alive by hooking it up to a machine. Here, you see it move, react to stimuli, and eat. However, the fact that it can move its head to the degree that it does, all without having a neck or body (or spinal cord for that matter), makes me somewhat skeptical. Either way, how was this dog not in an immense amount of pain?

You lik-a my nut?

Another drawing from the series I'm preparing for an upcoming urology text book. This one accentuates the epididymis, vas deferens, and lumen.

Guilty Pleasure?

I will admit that I'm addicted to television. And yes, while I watch a buttload of documentaries, there is some tv which I'm embarrassed to say I watch. And in lieu of the boredom currently threatening, here's a list of my guilty television pleasures.

**Side note: do you care about what I watch? Probably not. Do I care that you don't care? Nope. My blog. Don't like it, go suck a furry fruit, loser.

Chelsea Handler is the host of late-night talk shoe Chelsea Lately, which is the female, humerous version of...well...just about every late-night talk show out there. She's hilarious, loves vodka, self-deprecating, and gorgeous. She admits when she's been wrong, and has a cute, Mexican, midget side-kick. And no, I'm not embarrassed of this one.

Family Guy, written by the same guy who wrote Spawn, is centered around this entirely dysfunctional family that makes The Simpsons look boring and one-dimensional. I got hooked by the sheer shock value of the comedy. I'm not ashamed of watching this one, either.

I like Mythbusters on Discovery because it makes me able to contradict know-it-alls. And they blow stuff up. Nope, still not embarrassed.

Oh, Chuck. Oh, how do I love thee? Geeky, nerdy, clever, I LURVE this show so much.

Gamers are still nerds, though, and not in a good way.

And no, don't feel guilty about this one.

Girls Next Door is a reality show centered around Hugh Heffner's bimbette girlfriends. I hate Holly (fake) and Kendra (obviously disgusted by Hef), but there's more to Bridgette than meets the eye. She has several masters degrees.

And yes, I am mildly embarrassed that I watch this.

I started watching Law and Order: SVU after meeting Ice T while they were filming outside the school at which I used to teach, and wouldn't you know, I actually enjoyed the show. Best acting out of all the L&O franchises.
Nope, no shame here.

I love House. I wish I could marry House. So sexy in a dirty, douche bag kinda way.

I watch him with pride.

Bones is about a forensic anthropologist, a career in which I had been extremely interested as a child. (you can form whatever opinions about my personality from that as you will). Honestly, I started watching Bones simply for David Boreanaz (Oh, Angel, how I miss you), but wouldn't you know, it's a fabulous show. Makes me seem almost normal.

Best Week Ever on Fridays on VH1 lets me scorn all the losers out there along with D-list comedians. How could I be embarrassed about that?


Nope, still not ashamed. I love this show. If you don't love this show, you have no sense of humor.
Yes, I watch Project Runway. Shut up.

A show about a serial killer. I still have a hard time seeing the actor who plays Dexter as anything other than a homosexual funeral parlor owner (ala Six Feet Under). Great show. I like watching it on my Ipod while at the gym.

I just recently got into this show about Henry VIII. I still can't decide with whom my loyalties lay. Henry? Kind of a prick. Anne? Kind of a bitch. Katherine? Pitiful.

I love this show, and it's history. If I'd watched this show in high school, I probably would have done better in European History.

I caught The Ex List this past Friday, and was amazingly surprised. I'm a bit shocked that I like it so much, and know I'll be the recipient of scorn as a result, but I don't care.

Shows that I love that I wish had never been cancelled:

Rome, My So-Called Life, Freaks and Geeks, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (shut up), Oz

Huh. I'm not as embarrassed as I thought I'd be. I am embarrassed about the almost 12 hours I have allotted each week to shows, not counting the random documentaries I watch along with them.

Bill Maher...still a tool

Well, I went and saw Religulous this past weekend. I am not the biggest fan of Bill Maher, and nothing about this movie changed my mind. In fact, Bill Maher is kind of a dick. Nevertheless, I LOVED this documentary.

Maher went around the world talking to religious figures (a couple rabbi's, all of whom were crazy), a few preachers (all of whom were crazy), some politicians (all of whom were crazy), a couple ex-Mormons, a Muslim (kind of a nice guy), and a dude who plays Jesus (really batshit nutso).

What did I like about the movie? Well, it pretty much offends everyone, although he does pay particular attention to catholics. But he did a great job pointing out how STUPID religion can be. In particular, how stupid religious people can be.

Not wanting to give away too much of the hilarity, so please, for the love of god (snark snark) go see this. If it offends you, dude, you need to grow a set. If you hate Bill Maher, don't worry, there are some points where his dickishness is called out. You will not be disappointed.

To publish or not to publish

Update:The dude lives in Ozark, Missouri. Chances are he lives in his mom's basement because she continues to be her love toy. Which explains his anger towards women.

Beware visitor tracking software, dude. We can find you anywhere.

A while back I posted some old ads which portrayed women poorly. I mean, it was one of my first posts, and back then, I was figuring no one was really reading my blog. Honestly, back then, no one was. Don't get me wrong, not too many people faithfully read it now, except for an awesome few whom I greatly appreciate and lurve, but the majority of traffic that I get goes to a page I entitled "sexy ass math tattoo" because people google sexy ass and get me instead.

One of the issues I've struggled with since starting this blog is whether or not I should publish comments that offend me or piss me off. There've been a couple I wouldn't publish because they were just so ridiculously off point there was no reason to publish them. But then, this morning, I got a message in my in-box about this message from Obbop on that post to which I previously alluded.

Obbop said...

Just one more bit of proof of the need for the Females as Property Movement (tm) to be adopted nation-, society- and culturally-wide.

The vacuous females need to be protected from themselves along with society needing protection from females.

The dainty darlings do not have the required traits to be full-fledged members of adult society. Oh, sure, there are a very few exceptions and those very few capable females will be allowed full adult societal rights.

For the majority of other females, they will be happier if not forced to attempt to be what they are incapable of being; rational logical adults with all the rights, priveleges AND responsibilities of being a full-fledged adult.

Now, these statements made my ass twitch, quite honestly. And should someone in life had said this to my face, I probably would have ranted at them for a good twenty minutes before feeling better. So why publish?

Well, I have a couple different theories. 1) it's a woman writing with complete irony; 2) it's a troll trying to get a rise out of me; or 3) this douche bag really believes what he's saying. Honestly, I'm pretty sure it's number 3, although upon further review, I'm starting to see much evidence for number 2. On his blog, to which he linked (evidence in my view to #3), he calls himself a pundit, which is defined as someone who offers mass-media opinion, analysis or commentary on a particular subject area. (evidence in my view to #2). Furthermore, he has a poll on there as well: Do you answer blog polls? And wouldn't you know, 75% of the people who answered said no. (evidence to #2 or #1).

Either way, why not publish his bullshit? Do I agree with his statements? Absolutely not. Do I agree that he should be allowed to believe whatever the hell he wants? Dude, if he wants to be stupid, by all means.

If it is a troll: dude, you need to find a better use for your time and talents.

If it is a woman: very Twainish, if not cliched.

If it is a douche bag: this is why you live in your mother's basement.

Is it bad that I think this looks delicious...

...and quite possibly is the perfect food?

I go to the diner on the corner by my house and I order one of two things: a burger or a grilled cheese. This is both. A burger with two grilled cheese sandwiches as buns. Ooh, and it's healthy, too. It's got a tomato on it, as well. See, you have your grain group (bread), your meat (the burger, duh), the dairy (cheese and butter), and your fruit/vegetable (tomato, depending on who you ask).

See, it really is the perfect food.

Get the recipe here (via Neatorama).

***I think that in writing this post, my cholesterol score went up at least 5 points. But what a delicious 5 points, eh?