February 6th, 2007

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Bird flu redux, 4 million Irishmen slammed in inability to cook chicken properly ruckus

titanic_days has some tart things to say here about the international politics (and cooking implications) of bird flu:
So, in a second act of stupidity, a whole bunch of countries have now banned imports of British-bred poultry. Which has me scratching my immaculately coiffeured head. Here's why. So far everything we know points to the spread of H5N1 along migratory paths flown by wild birds. Given that thousands of innocent gobblers have gone to their untimely deaths and the outbreak appears to be tentatively over, the risk is surely more acute from those millions of wild birds that are free to cross the ocean as and when they please. Now, a beef ban I could just about understand, because it's not as if there were herds of mad cows fording the English Channel of their own accord, intent on raining destruction across Europe, but this is frankly dumb.

The funniest thing is that the countries on the list are mostly countries that I wasn't aware we had a great poultry-trading relationship with. Apparently, under normal circumstances the people of Macedonia, South Korea and Hong Kong are just falling over themselves to buy up our delicious, nutritious turkey twizzlers. Oh, and naturally the French have weighed in, too, but I'm too tired after only four hours sleep last night to go to town on the French farmers, who could teach Harry Potter fans a thing or two about wank.*

The Irish government is said to be considering its options, according to this morning's Grauniad.

But in effect, surely what the Irish government has said is that it doesn't trust its people to be able to pan fry a chicken breast for five minutes. Which, you know, is a bit insulting really.
Below the Root: Pense the monkey!

Coffee; beaten, not stirred

buddleiaSMASH!!

The Head of School, at our excellent coffee machine (he walks halfway across campus to use it): "It's not working, I think it's a dirty sensor. Oh dear!"
Me: *wanders in, shakes a couple of parts, treats it a bit rough*
Coffee Machine: *obediently makes coffee*
Head of School: "Quick! How did you do that? It's important!"
Me: "I bashed it."
Head of School: *groans*
Me: "You Mac users! Stop looking for a reason. It worked because I hit it."

Context. QWP
pop culture, girls

Not that I mind fanfic myself, but...

nakko on the infamous Rule 34:

I'll save a lot of fanfic writers a lot of time in one sentence: "All cartoons have sex with all other cartoons, all of the time, forever, the end."

There. Now millions of man-hours can be reapplied to interplanetary conquest, creation of titanium kebab skewers, studying the effect of the tiny tornadoes that are created inside those fancy vacuum cleaners, and, oh yeah, actually useful cultural output.


Warning: potential brain-hurting context.
Simpsons:Homer:ChocolateHeeHee!

amadruadaboleyn has been getting a lot of hits from Washington D.C.

See, George, it's just that I don't date outside my own species. Not only that, but it's against my religion to marry a massive dong. What religion? Oh, you know, Sansdongism. Ideological differences, you see. I mean, if you got me pregnant, I'd want an abortion. You'd want to send our fetus to anti-gay-brainwashing camp "just in case" and have my placenta baptized by Jerry Falwell, just in case there are stem cells floating around in it that need to meet Jesus. My reproductive organs and Jesus don't really hang out much these days because Jesus owes them, like, fifty bucks from a poker game.

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Entry here and QWP.