A huge trench has been discovered at the bottom of Loch Ness.
Oopsie! It seems they forgot one little detail, when admitting Syrian refugees to Canada.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: winners of large lottery jackpots should want to, and be allowed to stay anonymous.
You can now take a free online course on climate change. This should be a requireed course for politicians, so they know what they are talking about.
The Costa Concordia, as it appears today, during its dismantling process, two years after it ran aground.
So this is what a Trump support speech sounds like. I didn’t think it was possible to sound crazier than Donald, but Sarah managed to do it.
I had never heard of Julie Ege before this. Lots of other interesting stuff at the link, as well.
Desert Island Disc #9
This elephant has a special affection for one human at her new home.
There may be another, unseen planet, at the outer edge of our solar system.
Astronaut Scott Kelly plays ping pong in space with a sphere of water. The day of this experiment was his 300th day in space in a row.
Could the reason why we haven’t detected extraterrestrial life really be because those civilizations have all gone extinct? Just remember, though, that image I shared, a while ago, of only how far into just our own galaxy we can see? who knows what exists outside of that tiny area?
On January 15, this well-timed capture of the ISS transiting Saturn from a site near Dulmen, Germany required telescope and camera to be positioned along the predicted transit centerline, a path only 40 meters wide.
If it was up to the winner of the 2016 Drive for Design contest, the 2025 Dodge SRT Hellcat would be a very swoopy looking vehicle.
SIGH. If only I had an extra $300,000 laying around.
Three old guys are out walking. First one says, ‘Windy, isn’t it?’ Second one says, ‘No, it’s Thursday!’ Third one says, ‘So am I. Let’s go get a beer.’
Ethel checked into a motel on her 70th birthday; as she was a bit lonely, she thought, “I’ll call one of those men you see advertised in phone books for escorts and sensual massages.” She found a full page ad for a guy calling himself Tender Tom, a very handsome man with assorted physical skills flexing in the photo. He had all the right muscles in all the right places, thick wavy hair, long powerful legs, dazzling smile, six pack abs, and she felt quite certain she could bounce a sixpence off his well-oiled bum! She figured, “What the heck, nobody will ever know. I’ll give him a call.” “Good evening, ma’am, how may I help you?” ‘Oh my, he sounds sooo sexy!’ she thought to herself. Afraid she would lose her nerve if she hesitated, she rushed right in, “Hi, I hear you give a great massage. I’d like you to come to my motel room and give me one. No, wait, I should be straight with you. I’m in town all alone, and you know what I really want . I want it hot, and I want it now! Bring implements, toys, rubber, leather, whips, everything you’ve got in your bag of tricks. We’ll go hot and heavy all night — tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream, anything and everything, I’m ready!! Now how does that sound?” He answered, “That sounds absolutely fantastic, but ma’am, you need to press nine for an outside line.”
An old man lived with his hound-dog, Mace, in a run-down shack on the outskirts of town. He had only a table, chair, bed, bag of hand tools, and his dog. Mace and his master lived from one day to the next on what little jobs here and there would bring in. When the man was in town, Mace would spend the day chewing on the grass around the place. One day the old man got a plumbing job. and reached for his wrench, but much to his dismay, he could not find it anywhere. He looked in the bag, then dumped on its contents on the floor – but no wrench was there. He had to tell the lady who hired him that he could not find his wrench, and she sympathized, but said she would have to get someone else. The old man packed his tools, and headed home, head bowed and shoulders stooped over. Finally, his old shack came in view, and there was Mace, munching away on the grass as usual. Then he caught a glimpse of something shining in the grass. It was his wrench! He had dropped it on his way out that morning, and if Mace had been chewing on grass further from the house, the wrench might have been gone forever! He wrote a moving tribute to his canine companion. Few people have ever read these words. One man who did happen to read them changed them a bit and has his name recorded in music history. The old man never got the credit he deserved. But now you are privileged to read the beginning line of his original poem, which went like this: “A grazing Mace, how sweet the hound, that saved a wrench for me.”
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