March 22, 2017

Behold, my ancient identical twin!

Hey, the Musée de la Civilisation (Quebec City) can pair a person's face with its ancient twin. To do this, a headshot is run through facial recognition software. After analyzing over a hundred landmark points, the software finds the ancient sculpture most closely matched with the modern person’s face.

So I uploaded a photo. “What time-honored Adonis will be my doppelgänger?” I wondered.

And then...

March 17, 2017

Do you like magic?

I like magic!
I just realized I have two posts in a row of people running into doors. Hmm. What does that say about me? (Don't answer that!)

March 13, 2017

"And then the murders began."

So a writer named Marc Laidlaw had an interesting idea:
Let's try it out! Here's a few beginnings that you might recognize:
“I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh. And then the murders began.
One sunny Sunday, the caterpillar was hatched out of a tiny egg. He was very hungry. And then the murders began.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. And then the murders began.
"Where's Papa going with that axe?” said Fern to her mother. And then the murders began.
Imagine you’re in a dark room. And then the murders began. 
(Okay, I sort of cheated. That last one was from THE DRAKE EQUATION!)

March 9, 2017

It's slightly windy in Minnesota

Something to think about

This is funny!

So someone named lieutenantriza wrote this:
My favorite thing I’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient China there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole pretentious poem about how enlightened he was, and how “the eight winds cannot move me.”
He was really proud of it so he sent it to his friend who lived across the lake. And then his friend just writes “FART” (in Chinese) on it, and sends it back. And the poet was SO MAD he travels across the lake to chew his friend out and when he gets there his friend says, “Wow. The eight winds cannot move you, but one fart sends you across the lake.”
And then Asterion wrote:
I Googled this because I desperately wanted this to be real, and guess what…it is. The poet’s name was Su Dongpo, and his original poem went like this: 
(Humbly bowed my head below all skies/Minutest lights shine through my deepest bounds/Immovable by strong winds from eight sides/Upon purplish gold lotus I seated straightly by the low mound)
Then his friend wrote “放屁” (fart) on it, and you know the rest.

THE DRAKE EQUATION: Better than French toast!