Monthly Archives: November 2004

I’d like to thank my producer

But I would like to know if these acknowledgements were ever published in a real book. (via ) Continue reading

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A pathetic fallacy

Positively the last comment on the election result comes from the sun God, who heard the news on Thursday evening: It is possibly also the same deity or one of his hot-tempered demigod children who put this on Craigslist. Continue reading

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Truth in Advertising

Reaching for a squeegee flask of Original Source Tea Tree and Mint shower gel, I see it promises me “the most motivating shower experience you have ever had.” Where were these guys at school? The most motivating shower experience I … Continue reading Continue reading

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Wishful thinking

When I went to bed this morning, at about three, I was so sure we had won; and so, I think, were the people on the BBC. It seemed just, fitting, divinely ordained, almost. When I woke up at seven … Continue reading Continue reading

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Grapes so sour

that they almost taste like wine: for Harriet, I offer this argument for not voting, from Alasdair MacIntyre. Curiously, the Revealer, where I found it, describes him as a leading conservative Christian. What, exactly, is he conserving when he turns … Continue reading Continue reading

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Great swell of the escrotal stock market

In a comment on Pharyngula, Mrs Tilton points to a vividly illustrated story in Portuguese. You don’t want to see the pictures. Trust me. INstead I present the story they illustrated, suitably mangled through lycos’ translation service. The pronouns grow … Continue reading Continue reading

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It can’t hurt more

I see that John Kerry has drifted out again to 5/4 on Victor Chandler; although I haven’t bet on anything since the 2001 Grand National, I bunged on Continue reading

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