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Tuesday, December 24
Out-of-body operation banishes tumours For the first time, cancer has been treated by removing an organ from the body, giving it radiotherapy and then re-implanting it. The out-of-body operation allows doctors to administer high doses of radiation to widespread tumours without affecting other organs. Doctors in Italy used the technique to treat a 48-year-old man with multiple tumours in his liver. One year after the operation, which took 21 hours, the man is alive and well. His liver is functioning normally and the latest scans have not revealed any signs of tumours. Here for more Friday, December 20
It was one of those days where I was finding it difficult to even put on pants much less leave the house. You know that kind of day, right? The last day of a long weekend. The day at the end of a vacation. The day you put everything off until because on Monday, after a whole weekend of moderate to heavy drinking, you wake up at six in the morning feeling miraculously rejuvenated; possibly due to the slurred payer of "Baby Jesus if you get me through this night I'll never..." You decide that a few more hours rest could only do your body good so you set the alarm for nine and hit the snooze button regularly until you awake at half past one with a splitting headache and a mouth that feels/reeks/tastes very much like how you'd image an orgy at a leper colony feeling/reeking/tasting. You curse the foul trick that Baby Jesus played on you and vow to worship the devil from here on in. The rest of the day is spent waking up. Tuesday is, of course, TV/recovery/Boy George Behind the Music day so nothing can get done then. Come Wednesday you're rarin to go. You are brimming with intention and you actually manage to get a good two hours of work done. You need a break of course, you're not super-human, and you'll get right back to work after lunch, and after you quickly check your E-mail...Hey is that _____? I haven't seen her in fifteen years, I'll just IM her a quick hello and then get back to work. The rest of the day degrades into surfing the web, downloading porn, and masturbating until you're disgusted with yourself. At 1:57 am you try and get back to work, but who can concentrate at 1:57 am!? It's just not fair! What do they expect from you! I mean you did do TWO solid hours of work! You masturbate one more time and fall asleep at your desk, figuring that's where you need to be when you wake up anyway, so... Thursday is the I-can't-work-because-this-place-is-such-a-mess-clean-every-room-from-top-to-bottom-day. Once the filth pogrom is over, and you eat and shower (and re-clean the bathroom) you decide to get to bed early so you can get a fresh start on Friday. Friday, early Friday morning you realize that if this were a normal week then Friday and Saturday would be your traditional relaxation days. Far be it from you to break tradition. Two days of loud music, laughter, and fun gives way to Sunday. Guilt day. Today. As I was saying, I was having a hard time even putting on pants, and I knew that everything that needed to get done had to be done today. Wednesday, December 18
The True Story of Santa: By Martha Brockenbrough When I was old enough to notice that Santa and my mother had exactly the same handwriting, my parents gave me a book called, Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus. The book was a reprint of an actual letter a girl about my age had written to the editor of the New York Sun in 1897, asking if there really was a Santa Claus. The girl reasoned that if the newspaper had printed it, it had to be true. Shows how much Virginia knew. That same newspaper had printed a long article 60 years earlier about the winged creatures that lived on the Moon. At any rate, the editor wrote back and said there was indeed a Santa Claus, and that he would continue to make kids happy for 100,000 years. Monday, December 16
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The "Cumberland Spaceman" Cumbria, May 1964. At the time, Blue Streak missiles were being assembled in Cumbria and then being shipped to Woomera for test launches. Mr Jim Templeton, who was at the time with the Cumbrian Fire Brigade, took his daughter onto the marshes nearby to have her photograph taken in her new frock. There was nobody else on the marshes apart from a couple of old ladies, and even the normally plentiful cows and sheep had huddled at the far end of the marsh as if they had been frightened. 
Unwittingly, Mr Templeton captured the bizzare image above. The figure was not seen until the photograph was developed. After the photograph was published in a local Cumbrian newspaper Jim Templeton received calls from the Government telling him "not to persure the matter and to drop it". In the meantime Jim had two visitors who called at the fire station where he worked. They were dressed like typical bowler hatted Civil Servants who when asked would not show their identification. "Can I ask where you are from?" asked Jim, "No you can't, we are Her Majesties Government" was the reply. They asked Jim to show them the site where he took the photograph and drove him to the site in their car, a Jaguar. On arriving they asked Jim where he had seen the figure in the photo to which Jim replied that he hadn't. At this they walked away and left him. Cumberland Spaceman Thursday, December 5
Well, for all of you non-believers out there, here it is; Gods homepage. I don't know about you, but I thought God's site would be a little less...crappy looking. Wednesday, December 4
My God! I need to write for this site! I'll be highlighting all the reasons why in the excerpts from the following article. Eureka! Skin sufferers shower urine with golden praise Skincare is no piddling problem. But the legions of Japanese busily rubbing skincare products over their faces may be a wee bit embarrassed to learn of a vital component in the creams and lotions they're covering themselves with. No intention to take the piss out of anyone, but urea, a compound extracted from urine, is of irreplaceable value for Japan's beauty products, according to Shukan Shincho (12/5). "It's now the season where products aimed at prevented parched or chafed skin during the dry winter sell best," a drugstore employee tells Shukan Shincho. "Manufacturers proudly boast that their products' greatest selling point are the fact that they contain high quantities of the urine extract." Creams containing the urine extract are supposed to help retain moisture in the surface of the skin as well as absorb air moisture. "Considerable attention has been directed toward urea recently and, as well as being used for winter products, the urine extract has also been called on to combat athlete's foot and inflammation caused by atopic dermatitis," a reporter covering the pharmaceutical industry beat says. Jin Mizutani, a dermatologist and Mie University medical faculty professor explains why the urine extract is attracting a golden shower of praise. "Skin absorbs urea easily and the urine extract can be blended well with other compounds used to fight dermatological ailments," Mizutani tells Shukan Shincho. -Snickering happily to myself Mainichi! Disabled dynamo shows sex no handicap Sex among the disabled is a subject that in Japan is rarely, if ever, touched on. But the makers of "Shogaisha no Sei, Sei no Barria Furii (Disabled Sex, Sex Goes Barrier Free)," have done more than touch on the testy topic, they've gone the whole hog to make Japan's first-ever hardcore feature starring handicapped men, according to Weekly Playboy (12/17). "Plenty of erotic movies featuring the disabled have been made in the past, but none of them have passed through the examinations given by the Japan Video Ethics Commission, so they've all been left on the shelves," Yoshiya Fukabue, a writer on Japan's ejaculation industry tells Weekly Playboy. "It's always been a taboo in Japan to have a disabled actor perform in an adult movie." Erotic moviemaker Moodyz, which produced the film, initially had reservations about making the flick until it was approached by Hirohiko Kumashino, a Barrier Free Advisor for brothels and love hotels. My favorite bit? "Kumashino, a wheelchair user who has cerebral palsy that renders his legs useless, is Japan's most active campaigner for raising awareness about sex among the disabled." Because apparently the Japanese aren't aware that the disabled are able. The name of the film? ""Tatta no 5 Senchi no Haaduru (Just a 5-Centimeter Hurdle)." Snicker. Read the rest here: Mainichi! Tuesday, December 3
Okay. I've found the strangest thing I've ever seen. I'm sure many of you are aware of it, but I live in a cave so you can't fault me with not knowing about this. It's called googlism. It appears to be a random list of sentences from search topics about whatever subject, person, event you type in. It's very funny because it reads so seriously. Go here to try it. Some examples: warren ellis is bored warren ellis is the type of writer who enjoys getting shouted at by die warren ellis is sad and lonely warren ellis is lacing his tragedy with jokes alan moore is best known for his pioneering work in comics alan moore is on top alan moore is a good bet alan moore is the rector alan moore is a truck driver for the rolling stones george w bush is the antichrist george w bush is a poopy george w bush is my bud george w bush is an android What? Can't find that thong with UFO motif you've been searching for? Look no more friends! Who says I don't care about you? Now you can please that geek of yours day and night. *shudder* 
Monday, December 2
I think I posted this link before, but here it is again. If you like flash stuff, comics, or would like to see an artists imagination run amok, then you should like this site. It's done by a friend of mine. Enjoy.  |
