Crotch. I do so like the word. (And you thought I would be commenting on the afterlife. Foolish you.)
Crotch also refers to a place where something forks, so just be glad the classic poem doesn’t go, “Two roads crotched in a wood, and I - - I took the one less traveled by.” And you just know I’m going to be referring to them as a crotch in the road from now on.
Lesson 561: Education
Everything comes down to math. First aid is your contribution to the human race or to help you survive when you wouldn’t otherwise. And … well, it’s nice to know more, but you don’t need to on the same level as those first two.
Mainly because those first two are a step above everything else.
(via survivingtheworld.net)
Recent studies have found that a diet of cooked food (in other words, a non-raw diet) is what allowed mankind to evolve into the species we are today.
So we never need to worry about zombies becoming a more dominant species until they can kick the Brain Tartare habit.
Remember, folks, votes for raw diets are votes for zombieism! And we cannot afford to let this zombiest agenda take over our country! Fight back, stand up for your non-zombie identity! As Thomas Jefferson said, “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of zombies!”
There’s a Science Friday podcast that discusses the study I describe above. It’s very wide rambling, though, hitting on biology and anthropology and everything else in between. Who knows if you’ll like it.
( via surviving the world dot net )
Lesson 390: The Senses
Try this test today, by asking people around you what sense they would be least willing to lose, and tell them they have to immediately say whatever sense comes to mind. Probably eighty percent of the people you ask will say hearing or sight. No one gives touch the credit it deserves. Touch is like the James K. Polk of the senses.
The fact that Beethoven was deaf was actually a great boon for his live performances:
Losing his hearing had heightened his other senses, giving him the strength to lift up his grand piano and smash it on stage after every show.
The Shame Gland is the worst Time Lord.
Word.
Mention Time Travel = +10 Internets
No Exceptions.
(Source: pigtailsandcombatboots)
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