Hey! Save Some Of That Urine For Me!

I have no idea why this popped into my head this morning, but I remembered that certain people like to drink reindeer wee in order to have a good time. It seems the reindeer like to eat the dangerous Fly Agaric toadstool (the red spotted mushroom famously associated with fairy rings) to get a bit trippy. They are able to metabolise the toxic compounds, but crucially not the hallucinogenic and psychotropic ones which are excreted intact in their urine. So by collecting, and yes, drinking the urine of stoned reindeer you can experience much the same thing without running the risk of dying from mushroom poisoning. In fact, it seems you can create a virtuous circle because we don't metabolise the magic compounds either, so the reindeer can gobble up a patch of yellow snow produced by a flying shaman and start the whole clycle over again.

There's a fairly large amount of info online showing how this all ties in with Father Christmas and his, ahem, flying reindeer but nobody seems interested in the most important question.
What on earth made someone decide to have a swig of reindeer wee in the first place?

Unusual Tattoos

I saw a guy on the train today who had a load of equations tattooed on his arm. Unfortunately I wasn't close enough to see what they all were, but at the top of his list was the daddy of them all E=MC^2

Exactly why someone would want a permanent reminder of these, admittedly important, equations is a little beyond me, but I suppose it might be a good way of cheating in an exam. After all, they can hardly forbid you from bringing in your own skin, can they?

It Shouldn't Make Me Laugh

We had one of our Dutch colleagues in the office today. He'd not been to the London office before and asked me "Ish there a plashe for me to shit in this offish?" At first I thought he was being blunt, but then I realised he was asking for a desk.

Unexpected Places To Find Good Coffee

I was pleasantly surprised by a lovely espresso at the New Vic Bar and Restaurant in Weymouth. It was far nicer than the food we'd eaten previously would have suggested. Not that I'm complaining about the food, but it was a fish fingers and chips on the seafront kind of a place and you don't expect to get good coffee in those kind of establishments as a rule. So well done NVB&R.

Rapture Update Update

Apparently the End of the World is now the 21st of October. This is good news because I will at least get a chance to open my birthday presents.

Rapture Update

We're all still here then...

Hope You've Got Nothing Important Planned For Next Week!

Because the world is going to END on Saturday! Hope you've remembered to make sure your pets are taken care of. Not that I'll be raptured of course, it's too late for me, but, save yourself now before it's too late...

I'm not sure how I'd feel if it did actually happen - on one hand, we'd finally be rid of all those intolerant nut bags but on the other, unfortunately, those nut bags would have been right. So my remaining time on the planet would presumably be better but then I would be burning in a lake of fire for all eternity thereafter. Spare a thought though for the poor Jews and Muslims (and all the rest) - they refused to eat all those delicious things, pointed themselves in the right direction at the right time of day, trimmed important bits from very sensitive areas and all for nothing. At least I would have enjoyed a few bacon butties and a got some decent lie ins before all hell (literally) broke loose. Fortunately, if it does, some people have been decent enough to tell you what to do, but it still sounds like we'd be in for a rough seven years or so.

I suppose it's a good job it's not going to happen then.

The Perils of Parenthood Part 1

Taking off your shoes after a hard day at the office and finding a Mummy Pig sticker on the bottom of your sock.