Steve Matheson links to an extraordinary video .
Go see it.
Laugh.
And then go and look at photographs of beautiful dogs.
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The Scientist
Life and Times of a permanently bemused British postdoc in exile.
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Sex and rugs and rock and roll
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- Tuesday, 22 Apr il 2008 - 08:40 UTC
Last updated: Tuesday, 22 Apr 2008 - 08:40 UTC
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Yes, it was fun. Especially when Dickie D asked who delivered the storks. I also enjoyed the soundtrack (Bad To The Bone, by George Thorogood and the Destroyers, if my blues antennae are working correctly). I also agree with the first comment following the video in Steve Matheson’s blog, though some people do take these things a mite too seriously. What nobody addressed was the old canard about the close link between observed numbers of breeding storks and the birth rate of Germany, a cautionary tale to show that correlation is not the same as causation (a tale that should be shoved forcibly up both nostrils of all medical students). The obvious flaw in this argument – which nobody ever picks up – is that neither statistic is related to the gooseberry harvest in any given year.
And here’s another nice picture of a dog.
Glad to see you’ve trained Heidi to save you from middle-aged footwear, Henry.
Yes, George Thorogood, immortalized in Terminator 2.
“I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle”
Not mine – those boots belong to the missus. I tend to wear these. Heidi, being a girlie, loves shoes, so searches for footwear often end in the dog bed. I think we should have called her Imelda.
Ew, crocs.
Ew. Ew. Ew.
Crocs’n’sox. Worse still.
You remember what I said about scientists not being fashion unconscious? I take it —
wait. You’re not a scientist.
phew
But I am fashionable. My style is beardy washed-up Norfolk crab fisherman meets middle-aged geek chic. If you can’t grab that, well … I guess some of us were born to be trendsetters. Ahead of my time, that’s me.
I was looking through my favourite
fishingfashion catalog the other day contemplating buying a new sweater. Imagine my surprise when I saw this.It’s a small world.
You see, Richard? I am a style icon.
… by the way, the trainers on the windowsill are Converse. But they belong to my elder daughter, she of the unicycling girrafes.
My style is beardy washed-up Norfolk "crab fisherman":http://scienceblogs.com/clock/Crab.jpg
Re. pic #1, what a poser.
I do like your catalogue, Graham. Might I have a copy?
I had crocs before they were trendy, doncha know. Good for kayaking. Not so much for walking around built up urban areas.
For sure Henry. For you, only £19.99 inc. P & P.
cough
You should put your hand in front of your mouth when you cough, Richard. Or at least wear a mask. Remember your inner microbiologist.
My inner microbiologist is swimming in 70% EtOH.
As Oscar Wilde put it, “You should try everything once, except incest, crocs and Morris dancing”.
Of Wilde’s three proscriptions, I’ve tried one and a half, but that was before crocs were invented. Wilde’s deathbed remark “either that wallpaper goes, or I do” can never be surpassed, I think, and certainly not by Wilde.
I thought it was high time for another picture of a dog.
This one should probably be left alone.
I’m a Danska clogs sort of girl myself. Goes equally well with jeans as a mini-dress, and always comfortable. Might not be so good for canine chewing action, though.
That dog can chew through anything. I doubt whether even depleted uranium shell casings could survive at least minor puncturing. And you should see the holes in my arms.
Save it for the conference, Henry.
I might have almost arms left by then. But don’t worry, I’ll be mostly armless.
Do you have a brother, Henry?