Synchronicity

The universe is trying to tell me something.

Specifically, it's trying to tell me something about fainting goats. For those that aren't familiar with this breed of goat, here's a short video:



Three times in the past week I've happened across some reference to the goats on TV. First came last week's episode of Mythbusters (great show, by the way), where they put the breed's reputation to the test. Next, I happened on a ten year-old movie, "Addicted to Love," on cable while channel surfing. At one point while I had it on, one of the characters begins talking about fainting goats. Finally, tonight, I flipped past CNN and there was Anderson Cooper talking about . . . you guessed it, fainting goats.

This cannot be a coincidence. Clearly the cosmic forces are trying to tell me something about these goats. Now if I could only figure out what.

Would it kill the cosmic forces to be a bit clearer?

A Sad Day For Cryptozoology

Can you believe it? The Bigfoot in the refrigerator was a fake.



Sigh. What's next? Are we going to find out that the Montauk Monster's a fake, too?



Seriously, though, is anyone at all surprised by this? Well, I suppose the folks that actually gave the scammers money are, but they seem to have been an especially credulous bunch. If there were actual Bigfoots (Bigfeet?) out there, wouldn't we be finding corpses on a pretty regular basis?

Coolest...Payphone...Ever!

Scent of Kindergarten

This got a mention on a segment on The Colbert Report tonight and I just refused to believe it was for real. One Google search later, however, and I find that it is.

Play-doh cologne?

I'm honestly not sure if I think that this is the most ridiculous product ever or the most awesome. I suppose the smell of Play-doh does have pleasant associations for most people. I'm not sure what occasion the Play-doh cologne would be appropriate for, though.

This Just In . . .

From a story on news.com.au:

Octopus sex man avoids jail

A TASMANIAN man caught downloading images of sexual acts with an octopus has avoided a jail term.

An octopus?

How can . . .?

What do . . .?

Where does the . . .?

You know what, never mind, I really don't want to know.