So I was talking to Spacecheese on AIM this morning and he mentioned finding cursor.org through Words Mean Things, so I would have found it eventually because I visit Adam’s site daily, but then again I might not have clicked the link, because I don’t always visit all the sites people recommend on their weblogs so thanks, Space, for mentioning it. (Space is also responsible for any sparkles of genius in the post “Sleep Deprivation and the Birth of Myth” two posts down from this one, which grew out of another conversation, while I take responsibility for any lame bits.)

Bauke’s got a cool redesign. Splashpage here.

Tired dad: [Brushing small child's teeth for her] “You know, brushing teeth is important. You have to brush your teeth because, eh, you got fish in there. And they lay eggs and the eggs hatch.”
Child: “Bargle garble…”
Tired dad: “Then you got all these baby fish swimming around in your mouth, and it tickles, and no one can understand you when you talk. So you gotta brush your teeth good.”
Mother: [Stops taking off makeup to devote full attention to this exchange] “??”

Cecil B. DeMille’s whips-and-slaves theory of the construction of the pyramids and the raising-giant-blocks-of-stone-by-kite theory have both come under fire by scientists who claim the pyramids are simply cast concrete. Actually, the theory has been around for like 20 years or more, but is strongly resisted by many. The Egyptian government, for example (according to a recent newspaper article) refuses to allow scientists to take any more samples from the stones of the pyramids to test the theory.

The ancient Egyptians as you know, are believed to have worshipped cats. Like, what cat owner doesn’t sooner or later find him/herself in a relationship with the cat that strongly resembles worship?

And speaking of cats, especially red, water loving cats, my cat Moritz fell into the toilet yesterday. But I got him out in time.

A photo on the front page of the newspaper on my desk shows what I took at first glance to be two rows of gold rings with big rubies mounted in the center, but at second glance turned out to be two rows of soldiers standing at attention, dressed in camoflague uniforms, wearing red berets, seen from above.

On Austria’s highways, it is not unusual to get stuck behind a military truck full of bored recruits going somewhere, sleeping, picking their noses or staring out the back at you with blank expressions on their faces. Around Christmas time, it is also common to see trucks piled high with Christmas trees wrapped in nylon netting on their way to Vienna’s markets. One morning not too long ago, on my way to work, I followed what I thought was a truckload of recruits, staring at me out of sleepy faces, for about half a mile before I realized they were really Christmas trees.

Have you ever done this: seen someone and thought, “Who’s that dorky-looking person?” and then realized it was your reflection?