Gay, Muslim activists. That is a very rare job description. You guys have big ones.
Day No. 4:
“One word,” said the Lord God. “Landscaping. But I want it to look natural, as if it all somehow just happened.”
“Do rain forests,” suggested a primitive tribal god, who was known only as a clicking noise.
“Rain forests here,” decreed the Lord God. “And deserts there. For a spa feeling.”
“Which is fresh, but let's give it glow,” said Buddha. “Polished stones and bamboo, with a soothing trickle of something.”
“I know where you're going,” said the Lord God. “But why am I seeing scented candles and a signature body wash?”
“Shut up,” said Buddha.
“You shut up,” said the Lord God.
“It's all about the mix,” Allah declared in a calming voice. “Now let's look at some swatches.”
Who else but The New Yorker?
Meanwhile, in the "even The Onion couldn't make that up" department: The White House Counsel's office sent a cease-and-desist letter to The Onion to stop them from using the Presidential seal. See the New York Times story.
Scientist: Perhaps it only appears that I broke your kneecap. Certainly, all the evidence points to the hypothesis I broke your kneecap. For example, your kneecap is broken; it appears to be a fresh wound; and I am holding a baseball bat, which is spattered with your blood. However, a mere preponderance of evidence doesn't mean anything. Perhaps your kneecap was designed that way....
Short, funny, and well worth reading.
I should catch my small but loyal following up on my life. But for now you'll have to settle for some amusement.
Some child of Schoolhouse Rock went to work for an advertising agency, but clearly didn't sell his soul, brings us this gem: Get Perpendicular. Worksafe; requires flash and sound.
Tagline: "There's a name for that you know: superparamagnetic effect...."