Masturbation: now with more purpose.
Jane Waterman has been observing Cape Ground Squirrels for a long time. Those are the squirrels famous for having genitals like this:
She noticed that these squirrels masturbate a lot, and that their masturbation had patterns. Sex researchers have been trying to come up with explanations as to why we masturbate for years, with the two main theories being a) the sexual outlet hypothesis, which reasons that masturbation is a side effect of a sexual society, and b) that masturbation cleans the pipes, gets rid of the old sperm and makes way for the new stuff.
But Waterman found that her squirrels were masturbating after having sex, which makes no sense, and masturbating more when females were willing to mate, which also makes no sense. Her theory?
Maybe now I’ll watch CSI.
In an effort to add more Mad Men into shows that are set in present day, CSI has brought on the legendary burlesque performer Dita Von Teese to guest star on the show in 2011. An exec producer says “Her character is absolutely unlike what she seems. Prepare to be tantalized and tormented.”
So maybe she’ll just be a frumpy librarian that witnessed a murder in a library? And then, when the case is solved, she’ll take off her glasses and do a little dance using books as fans? FINGERS CROSSED!
When memes attack.
Yesterday, while walking my laptop back to the Apple store because now the sound doesn’t work, it started raining. This literally never happens in LA, and I was left hunched over my poor deaf laptop, trying not to get him wet, cursing the stinky rain. It had already been a comically bad day, full of spills and accidental cat injuries and bad news. I got to the little strip mall where the Apple store is and an Asian woman, crazy tarted up for 4pm, popped out of the bar next door and yelled “Excuse me, Miss?! EXCUSE ME!” I turned around, expecting absolutely anything, and she pointed. At this.
Alright fine, David Tennant, I love you.
You’re an amazing actor, you seem like a cool guy, and damnit, I can’t help myself.
Self-inflicted misery, self-indulgent post.
About a week ago I discovered that the webcam on my new Macbook wasn’t working. It’s still under warranty, there’s an Apple store very near my apartment, no biggie, I’ll just drop it off. I decided to take it in yesterday, since I don’t have a deadline until late Wednesday, and besides, I have this old PC laptop that’ll do until then. I’ll be fine!
This is why I wear eyeliner.
Scientific American did this whole series of posts on optical illusions (it’s old, but I just found it), and one section was entirely on how we perceive faces. Amazing stuff. My favorite part of the faces post was how we determine if a face is male or female. Look at these two faces and tell me- which one is male and which one is female?
And now, the names of some Pink Panther episodes
(I am watching them on Netflix Instant this morning, something I highly recommend)
- Pink-a-Boo
- Super Pink
- Pink Panic
- Genie with the Light Pink Fur
- Sky Blue Pink
- Pink Outs
- Prefabricated Pink
- Pinkadilly Circus
- The Hand is Pinker than the Eye
- Twinkle Twinkle Little Pink
- Two in the Pink, One in the Stink
- Vitamin Pink
- Pink Panzer
- Come on In, the Water’s Pink
- Pink-in
- The Pink Flea
- Psst Pink
- Bobolink Pink
- The Scarlett Pinkernel
- Pink Trumpet
- Pink Lightning
One of those is fake.
Stuff My Mom Sends Me
Can this be a network sitcom?
Clockwise from top left corner: a Winston Salem pin, a book signed by David Sedaris, a rad slide whistle, a Frankenstein mask, googly eyes, Woody Pez dispenser, Buzz Lightyear, guitar sunglasses, and a witch mask.
