Hug My Herpes

Well, the clash of love versus commercialism found a compromise known as Valentine's Day. A day named and celebrated after some dude who is no longer known for his deeds.

If fact, it has become a multicultural feast with Greek and Roman gods tossed into the barbecue of superfluous lust.

What this means in the most simplest of terms is:
BACKLASH!!!

For starters, one should remember for every single human on the planet, there is quite possibly a single angry human on the planet. Take note that these irate, single humans may choose to exercise their right to give everyone they despised a bucket load of 100% organic and environmentally friendly poo.

I don't need it. Because I already have my own supply of worm poo. And will gladly give it to anyone who asks.

The more spiteful, recently divorced couple may wish to send each other dead flowers.

For those who have a sense of humour, you can now shower your ex with the most meaningful of gifts: Syphilis plushies!

Finally, for those of you who need to get nagging parents off your back, try Imaginary Girlfriends. A service which allows you to fake it, without the sex.

A sincere thanks to Attack of the Show for the links.

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Just for linking purposes.

Weird

Another eventful week, more links from the web.

First, the wonders of search engine optimization.

I thought it would be one of those long rambling sites about coding and robot.txt and such, but it turned out to be quite accessible to the general public (unless you mean Malaysia).

Then, a totally bizarre symbol against Scientology, apparently.

That's all. Signing off.

The Universal Flinstone

Another crazy week I don't have to comment upon gone the way of the Atelopus zeteki.

No more obligations to appear both smarter than the general English speaking Malaysian and in sharp contradiction, non-judgemental.

It does get tiring when one has to once more be the cynic. Better to walk around one the few remaining tree-endowed housing estates that hosts my humble abode.

Don't believe me? About 24-hours ago, I got a non-YouTube experience of not one, but TWO HUMMINGBIRDS!

The tiny things were black with orange-streaks of fire-sparks. Deftly weaving between the multitude of twigs and leaves with such skill and stamina (at least 15 minutes of non-stop flying), they put all WW1 era dogfights to shame. No larger than wasps, yet the resemblance is too striking to deny. The wonders of evolution have bred a creature too insect-like to be a bird, yet too independent to be insect.

Anyway, two links for the week.

One pointing to a human-powered car. Looks like the stone age is the new age.

Another link by a friend showing the universe in scale. This links primary purpose is to allow me to visit the site when I have acquired the services of a mid-range high-speed connection known as broadband.