Giving "The Talk" to kids ...

... is fraught with danger and rife with embarrassment. Being a superhero does not help.

Stolen from here.

Walking down memory lane

I have fond memories of my mother smacking my hands whenever I played around with her typewriter. The keys are hard, definitely not ergonomic and made this amazing clackety sound. I loved it.

And then my Dad got my sister a computer and I ended up being the unpaid home-based secretary for his mosque and political activities. :p

The toy in this video definitely brings back fond memories and ought to be suggested to the luddites who had to be dragged kicking and screaming into the 21st century.

Mad scientists in the kitchen, yo

Julia Child preparing the primordial soup, I kid you not. Granted some of the assumptions of that day has now changed, thanks to more recent findings, but this is still soooo cool. I love that she didn't even bother with a balance; relying only on her trusty measuring spoon to measure the ingredients. I know of some scientists who does the same in the lab *grin* but only when not in view of impressionable young padawan scientists.



At the end of the day, all cooks are scientists, but not all scientists are cooks.

Comedy hour

Or midweek sh*ts and giggles.

The Vader family portrait.

King of the jungle, indeed. :p

Body, mind and soul, yo.

*sigh*

Dinosaurs make everything much better.

This is serpent abuse!

Geeks of the world ... UNITE!

Who knew that geology is so fun?

Even superheroes are affected.

The small slam syndrome

If you want to know what it means, read this paper. It's one of the reasons why I am grateful I am not a male.

And guys, if you have an urge to do manly home improvement stuff, dispose of the flammable stuff properly before snuffing out your cigarettes. Your buttcheeks will thank you.

Midweek sh*ts & giggles

Get away from me! Get away!

Ain't that the truth?

Gotta get your jollies somewhere, y/y?

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Yee haw!

Germs! Germs! Germs!

Bad news for those who have irrational fear of microbes.

They are EVERYWHERE.

Even in the clouds.

So if you have bacillophobia, kindly remove all those romantic notions of capturing snowflakes on your tongue or scampering about in the rain a la Gene Kelly.

The inedible jam

Yesterday morning, I was caught in an explicable jam along a 1 km stretch long enough to read at least 80 pages of my novel. If you saw a female person who was absorbedly reading while bopping her head absently to whatever was on the speaker while driving in Petaling Jaya, it is likely it was me.

I am sure that many of us, when caught in a traffic snarl, often wishes we were on the other lane. The magical lane next to ours are often moving at a miraculously speedier clip than our own sluggish ooze. But somehow, once you changed lane into said magical lane (after suitably indicating with the car signal, naturally), the magic disappears and the lane you vacated appear to be moving faster than when you were queueing along in it.

Why does this happen? Is it Murphy's Law? Is it God's wrath?

Mathematically, this is the explanation.



In other words: You can never win in a traffic jam.

:p

Down South creativity

If you know someone who is damn liat to wash their hands after a visit to the loo, show them this video.