...electricity is a myth. Everything actually runs off smoke.
We know this because once you let the smoke out of something,
it doesn't work any more.
-- "SteveM", in a comment in Scienceblogs.com http://scienceblogs.
com/pharyngula/2010/07/frickin_electricity_how_does_i.php --
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We know this because once you let the smoke out of something,
it doesn't work any more.
-- "SteveM", in a comment in Scienceblogs.com http://scienceblogs.
com/pharyngula/2010/07/frickin_electricity_how_does_i.php --
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I love the above quote!
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Why do so any people have "We're in the Money" as their ringtone?
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We all like fireflies/lightning bugs. All that sparkling is love letters, males flying in the open trying to find females, who are lurking among shrubs and tree leaves, blinking to let the males know where they are.
It's not all poetry and flowers. It turns out there's a sinister aspect, too.
If a female is unfertilized, she will be receptive to a male of her species. However, if she has already mated, something strange happens. She turns into a cannibal, and lures males so she can eat them, to make her eggs. She'll even change her blink pattern to that of another species to widen the buffet.
Story here: http://enature.com/articles/detail.asp?storyID=19
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The paving blocks for the flower bed were delivered today by a huge truck with a crane on the back. Fascinating. Then the Hunk came over and started laying them. It's going to look nice.
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One of the three baby birdies on the porch light fell out of the nest this afternoon. They've been perching on the edge of the nest to try to get a little air, I guess, and he fell off. I tied a strawberry basket with some cedar shavings in it to the bottom of the light and put him in it so his parents could find him but the neighborhood cats couldn't. Now he's perched on the edge of the strawberry basket. I'm worried about him falling again.
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Vic didn't show up to work on the van this evening, probably because it was close to 100 degrees and humid. He didn't call, either.
I have a Mensa dinner tomorrow evening. If he comes, and I'm off to dinner again, well, I may have to bring him a doggy bag as proof. Otherwise it will look like I'm avoiding him.
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