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Covered in Sin
One of the interesting things about language is that, while we humans have lots of different ones, they all have to use pretty much the same sounds. As a result, words in one language can sound very much like (or be spelled very much like) very different words in other languages. Most of you probably know the story of the car manufacturers who couldn’t understand why a car called a Nova didn’t sell well in Latin America. Well, here’s something similar.
So, there I was, idly scanning the small print on a bottle of toner as I went through my morning facial routine. The manufacturer is obviously playing up the the “natural” and “allergy free” markets because it says on the bottle that the toner is “100% Fragrance Free”. It also says it in French, which I knew: “100% san parfum”. Then I looked at the Spanish and it said, “100% sin perfume”.
Sin perfume, eh? I kind of like the idea that my face is covered in sin.
(Of course there is always the old Sumerian moon god whose followers could legitimately call themselves worshipers of Sin, but that’s another story, and The Goddess might not like me making jokes about her pop.)
Update: silly mistake correct thanks to intervention from the world’s best proof reader whose talents I sorely miss.
Stupid Spammers (again)
Look guys, if you are going to write and tell me that I’ve inherited $17m in someone’s will you might at least have the intelligence not to list another hundred or so people in the “to” field of the email. Doh!
I wonder where they got the list from though. I see an awful lot of addresses I recognize.
Aliens Stole My Spaceship?
Suppose you were to read this:
The speed and direction of some spacecraft are being mysteriously altered as they pass near the Earth.
Would you assume it was from some nutty UFOlogy web site? Well you would be wrong. That’s scientists from JPL talking to Nature. The differences in trajectory are very small, but they seem to happen with every spacecraft that is monitored. Either there’s a problem with NASA’s model, or there’s something about physics that we don’t quite understand.
Tentacle Porn
Or lack thereof…
Introducing Henry the Hexapus. (Thanks person on LJ friend list with locked post.)
Turkey Season Begins
No, not Thanksgiving, we are talking music. Well, sort of an approximation to music. This is the time of year when countries all over Europe get down to the serious business of choosing which song will represent them at the Eurovision Song Contest. It is, of course, an exercise in seeing just how awful a song you can stomach in pursuit of the noble cause of trying to win. I have long since given up paying any attention to the UK entries because they always seem to manage the awfulness without having any of the attendant character required. The UK would never have gone with Lordi (though they may, at some point, go with a Lordi clone now that rubber masks have been done). The Irish, on the other hand, seem to know how to win this thing (they have done so seven times), and this year they have a real turkey. Well, not quite real, he’s a puppet. But this year’s Irish entry will be sung by Dustin the Turkey. Through the magic of YouTube, here is Dustin singing the Irish entry: “Douze Pointes for Ireland”.
But maybe that’s not the final version, because here’s another one, with video this time, and much more of that classic Eurovision beat. Here (thanks Frank) is “Irlande Douze Pointe”:
Fabulous. I’m voting for him.
Ancient Sport Revived
If rugby isn’t quite insanely violent and dangerous enough for your Celtic spirit, how about wild boar hunting. Remember though, this isn’t as easy as Asterix and Obelix make it look. Boar are Very Dangerous Animals. There’s a reason why they put that cross-piece on a boar spear.
Not Paranoid But
The Washington Post has an in depth expose of the conspiracy industry. Parts of it are a little flat, but others are just hilarious. Personally I really like this bit:
Hidell and D’Arc represent different wings of the conspiracy theories movement. “She’s more into the speculative paranormal end of things,” he said. “I’m more of a meat-and-potatoes politics, international relations and secret societies kind of guy.”
Together, they attempt to publish a “provocative, unpredictable mix” of conspiracy theories. “We try not to have a house conspiracy style,” he said.
(Thanks Liz!)
Valentine’s Day Data
Even economists fall in love, and to mark the soppiest day of the year The Economist is busy doing what economists do best – data mining. They want to know whether there really is a relationship between sex and chocolate. The answer is mixed. Some countries love both. Others much prefer one or the other. The British are apparently far more keen on chocolate than sex, while Americans are lukewarm on both. It is perhaps not surprise that Brazilians don’t need chocolate to feel sexy. But oh, Japan, whatever is the matter?
Of course now we need to go further and dig into those US figures. What’s the betting that California is up with Switzerland while certain other states are hard up against the Y axis?
A Tentacle Too Far?
Those of you who long to be at one with our tentacled friends can now get sucker implants.
Jeff dear, just say no.
Smells Sexy?
Did you know that there is a gene that determines whether a woman finds the smell of male sweat sexy or not? That could explain an awful lot. And apparently there are three states: either you find the smell sexy, or you find it disgusting, or you can’t smell it at all. I appear to be in category three (but then my nose is pretty ineffectual all round so it could be just me). Anyway, now I won’t feel anywhere near so inferior when women authors go on about male smell in sex scenes.
Tonight’s Menu
As many of you will know, tonight is Burns Night. For most of the year haggis is rare in English shops, but around this time of year it is easy to find. I have been out and secured my own wee hairy beastie ready for the pot.
With yesterday’s post on kangaroo fresh in my mind I think it worth noting that the Scots have never expressed much outrage at the thought of eating their national totem animal. Indeed, they don’t even seem to worry much about the habit of Scottish sports fans of wearing the pelts of juvenile haggis as wigs (1). Even the English, whose fondness for animals is legendary, have rarely been known to upbraid their northern neighbors for eating a cute, furry creature. The fact that haggis are pretty scraggy-looking animals, and are possessed of a temper akin to that of a Tasmanian Devil, may have something to do with this.
A word of caution for unwary American visitors is appropriate here. My local Sainsbury’s is selling what they claim to be “vegetarian haggis”. Please do not be fooled. This product is still animal flesh. The haggis exists in two species: the carnivorous haggis (haggis jimmii carnivori) and the herbivorous haggis (haggis jimmii herbivori). The former is actually omnivorous, supplementing its diet of mice, frogs and insects with fruit when in season (2). The latter subsists mainly on root vegetables such as beets and turnips, and since the 17th Century has developed a particular fondness for potatoes. It is this quirk of their diet that caused the herbivorous haggis to be hunted to extinction in Ireland during the mid 19th Century. Food connoisseurs generally agree that the taste of the carnivorous haggis is far superior. However, unscrupulous English supermarkets have used the public’s lack of knowledge about the haggis to sell “vegetarian haggis” to their unsuspecting more soft-hearted customers.
Also please do not be fooled by haggis labeled “organic”. Despite entertaining rumors spread by certain Scottish science fiction fans, the haggis is not a silicon-based life form. All haggis meat is composed of organic molecules, just like beef or pork. Furthermore, haggis are not farmed. The use of the term “organic” with reference to haggis simply means that the animals have been shot with expensive carbon-fiber bullets, the cost of which is passed on to the consumer. Some Scottish hunters, in search of a more authentic and challenging experience, have taken to pursuing their prey with traditional bows and arrows, or even wrestling them to the ground and killing them with a knife. Haggis killed in this way are labeled “naturally culled”.
All that said, however, the fact remains that the haggis is a prime example of a wild creature whose survival is, at least in part, due to its popularity as a food.
(1) Various theories have been advanced to explain the vivid orange coloring of the juvenile haggis. Some biologists believe that it is an evolutionary adaptation to the fact that golden eagles have difficulty seeing the color orange. Others claim that the chemical that provides the orange coloring is a necessary precursor to that which, later in life, provides the characteristic purple and lilac dappling that allows the adult haggis to blend in so perfectly with heather-covered hillsides. A third group believes that the coloring is a reaction to the habit of mother haggis of lining their dens with the molted fur of Aberdeen Angus cows. Whatever the reason, haggis-pelt wigs have been traditional wear for Scots sports fans down the ages. There is now also a thriving export industry supplying the wigs to sports teams around the world who have orange as part of their colors including, of course, the San Francisco Giants. Kevin and I are proud owners of haggis-hair wigs.
(2) Some naturalists have claimed that a family link exists between the carnivorous haggis and the drop bears of Australia. It is certainly true that an adult male haggis is a ferocious fighter. That’s one of the reason why the Scots love to wrestle them. However, drop bears are almost entirely carnivorous and have been known to prey upon kangaroo and sheep as well as their usual diet of unwary tourists. The haggis is a much more gentle eater.
Web Search Silliness
Via Mike Glyer’s new blog (mysteriously called File 770) I discover spock.com, an internet search engine for people. Mike has been looking up his friends, with hilarious results. I have discovered that the world is full of Cheryl Morgans. Apparently I now look like this. I guess Kevin will be happy.
Squid-tastic!
Just in case there are any of you out there who don’t read the world’s most popular blog, Cory has discovered the ultimate present for squid fans. And yes, Jeff is first in the queue.
Men in Tights
Via Mike Berry I find this bizarre article about real life superheroes. Yes, there really are people out there who dress up in funny costumes and wander the streets looking for crime to fight.
Antichrist Seen in Parliament
For such a non-religious country (particularly in comparison to the USA) it always seems odd that the UK still has an official state religion. I suspect that this is only because the Queen is officially head of the Church of England and it might cause a constitutional crisis of some sort if Parliament told her to stop being so. Of course this doesn’t stop the occasional enterprising MP from introducing a motion to “disestablish” the CofE. One such motion was submitted yesterday. By some useful quirk of the House of Commons filing system it ended up being motion #666.
Understanding Spammers
It is pretty clear that a significant amount of spam is aimed at monster truck drivers. As every girl knows, the size of a guy’s dick is inversely proportional to the macho nature of the car he drives. And ads for quick-fix cure for a petite pecker make up a substantial percentage of the daily spam volume. (They outnumber ads for boob enhancements by about 1000-1, which I guess tells you something about insecurity and gullibility differences between the sexes.)
Now, we all know that many spammers don’t have English as a first language, so they may not be able to tell our boy names from our girl names. Also they often use automated systems that don’t bother to check for simple things like gender. Which is why you see so many messages promising Jane and Linda and Sarah a larger appendage. But why, oh why, please tell me, did someone put together spam campaign promising Monster Truck Man that with their treatment he can have queen-sized dick?
You can just imagine the ad copy. “Yes, Mr. Insecure, take our treatment and in just three short weeks your girlfriend will be so impressed with your new size that she’ll say you look like a queen!”
I wish I could do cartoons.
Musical Weirdness
I realize that I am lucky. Not all of you have wonderful friends who send you daft music for Christmas. However, through the magic of teh intrawebs, you can find your own. You might want to start at Musical Fruitcake, which bill itself as “A collection of the worst Christmas songs ever created”. For example, there is a little gem from 1957: Bobby Helms presents “Captain Santa Claus and His Reindeer Space Patrol”. Happy Holidays!
Happy Solstice
The Big Days come thick and fast around this time of year, but for many people today is it, or not as the case may be. You see, the trouble with being tied to astronomical events is that, not only do your holidays not fall on the same day each year, they don’t fall on the same day everywhere on the planet.
I’m not an expert on such things, but a brief bit of Googling turned up the information that the timing to the winter solstice is around 1:00am EST. That means that for most of the planet it will already be tomorrow when the solstice happens, but for us here it California it will still be today.
Anyway, today is more convenient, because I suspect a whole lot of you will soon be going offline for that Other Holiday, but you might actually still be following your RSS feeds today and thereby get your seasonal wishes. Please consider yourselves seasonally wished.
I haven’t sent many cards – I never do – but if I had lots of money you’d all be getting one of these. As I don’t have lots of money, it is DIY time again. You still get a card with tentacles on it, but you have to download your own from here.
And finally, for those of you who will be celebrating that Other Holiday, Nadolig Llawen.
Finding a Role in Life
Kevin and I are just back from the grocery store, part of which inevitably involved being stuck in a check-out queue with little to do but stare idly at the tabloid and celebrity magazines piled up to tempt us. While engaged in this enforced browsing of dubious journalism I had a small epiphany. Now that the Weekly World News is no longer with us, other people will evolve to take over the market niches that were occupied by our favorite WWN characters. And judging from the increasingly bizarre stories about her, Britney Spears is the new Bat Boy.