Your Grandmother's Ovaries

Your grandmother, while still a fetus smaller than a grown man's foot, had in her just developed ovaries all the eggs she would ever in her lifetime have.

One of those eggs in Grandma's new ovaries, there in your great-grandmother's womb, was the egg that, with the help of your grandfather, became your mother. (The same is of course true for your father, his mother, and his grandmother.)

You're physically a lot closer to your grandmother (and your great-grandmother, for that matter) than you think.

That is all.

• Image of old woman wishing I'd shut the hell up about her ovaries from here.

Dear People Shocked By Video of Solider Eating Enemy's Heart

Ahem.

Dear people shocked by the video circulating online of a Syrian rebel soldier apparently cutting the heart out of a dead enemy soldier and taking a bite out of it:

That's not a Syrian problem, or a Syrian rebel problem, or a Middle East problem, or a Muslim problem, or whatever else that's springing to your mind to distance yourself from this truly gruesome act. That's a war problem.

If you're Australian, American, French, British, whatever—your own soldiers have committed similar atrocities while involved in the kindness-killing business of war, and maybe even worse ones. That's simply a fact.

That's what war does. It turns otherwise decent, normal people—the kind who live right down the street—into savages. Not all of them, to be sure, but some, and even many of them.

So, take the rag away from your face, and all that, and get out the mirror. Then maybe bring on the shock and tears.

Just one dude's opinion.

Confession

If I'd been alive several thousand years ago and one sunny late morning were eating an aurochs hindquarters or something and suddenly an eclispse made the whole lighty thing go away, there's a healthy chance I'd have invented a god or three, and engaged in what now fairly seem like questionable activities, such as flinging virgins into volcanoes, to please said invented things in hopes that they stopped doing scary things like making the whole lighty thing go away.

Just my confession. I feel better now.

Magpie visits, sings me to look out the window

I don't have meat scraps for her.

I go out on veranda, dig fingers into soil of flower pots - magpie waits - I find grubs.

I carefully put grubs on railing. Step back.

Magpie hops along railing - eats grubs.

This, I'm just realizing, is a little weird.

• Here's a video of the maggie barking at a little butcher bird (small kingfisher relative of the kookaburra) bothering her, back when she dug for her own grubs. (That's the butcher bird singing, and maggie doing the little barks.)

 

The U.S. of A. Has Never Had a Female President

I'm just this second really beginning to grok how much that says about our maturity as a country and culture.

Sorry it took me so long.

• This thought stream was born in this article. Which I got via a Patton Oswalt tweet.

The 'Lady Marmalade' Challenge

Musicians of the world - listen up!

Your music will from this day forward be judged by how it stands up to and beside the otherwordly, brain-melting awesomeness that is this: the best song and performance of said song ever conceived by the human heart, head, and other bits:

 

You have been warned.

* The moment starting around the 1:18 mark when they all start smiling at one another - god almighty.

Dear people of South Carolina's 1st congressional district:

Gastropods secrete shells. I secrete lies.

Dear people of South Carolina's 1st congressional district:

If, tomorrow, you elect the human pile of lying and delusional maggot blister that is Mark Sanford to be your newest representative to Congress, you deserve to have wild pigs inserted into _______ and ______ hot chili sauce and a tuba _____  flaming _______ wildebeest.

Sincerely,

Honest sane people everywhere

Raw Story [link fixed]

Collaroy Pub Broken Rainbow

Of a late Autumn afternoon at my local. Coulda warmed your hands by this sucker.

What the Kids at Sandy Hook Saw

Picture yourself a 6- or 7-year-old, sitting in a classroom. Then this guy comes in:



This is is close as most of us are ever going to get to seeing what the kids at Sandy Hook Elementary saw on December 14, 2012. This is what an AR-15 type semi-automatic rifle sounds like, and what it can do in a very short amount of time.

Note: This is not an automatic weapon, this is semi-automatic, meaning one shot for every time you pull the trigger. (Police say the rifle was an FEG 7.62x39 AK-47 - or AK Variant.)

You can read the details of this shooting here. (Updated here and here.)

From Greg Mitchell.

U.S.: 5-year-old and 8-year-old Shoot and Kill Younger Siblings This Week [updates]

The NRA is having a big conference today. They're really whooping it up.

In related news: "5yo boy accidentally shoots and kills 2yo sister":

A two-year-old girl has become the second child in the US to be shot dead by a sibling this week, after her five-year-old brother shot her with a rifle designed for children, officials revealed on Wednesday. Officials in Kentucky say the five-year-old boy was playing with a rifle designed for children and given to him as a gift, when he accidentally shot his younger sister.

Here's the story of the other child mentioned.

Update: Also this week - 3-year-old shoots and kills himself with grandmother's gun.

Update II: From Greg Mitchell: Dashcam footage from March of a guy firing a semi-automatic rifle at cops, shouting "Kill me!" (They killed him.)

Remember this when you watch this guy firing that semi-auto right toward the camera: You're seeing something approximate to what the kids at Sandy Hook Elementary saw.  This is what a semi-automatic rifle can do.

 

New Australian Word: Stoush

Found in this news story:

Former jockey Allan Robinson says he'll do everything he can to ensure John Singleton "won't go down" in the fallout of the stoush between the millionaire racehorse owner and trainer Gai Waterhouse.

 (This is a bis story in Australia right now. I'm not much interested in it—so there you go.)

This site from ABC News Radio (root) says stoush - pronounced "stowsh" - goes back to the late 19th century:

There was a time when “stoush” (meaning “fight”) was a very common piece of Aussie slang.

But does anyone still say "stoush"?

Stoush was both a noun and a verb: to stoush someone was to bash them or fight them, while a fight was called a stoush. It probably had its highest currency in the late 19th early 20th centuries. In typical Aussie fashion the Great War of 1914-18 was called “the big stoush”. The earliest citation is from a report in the Bulletin in 1893. The source of the word remains a mystery, but the English Dialect Dictionary records a somewhat similar word “stashie” meaning “uproar” or “quarrel”. So stoush may have started life as an English dialect word that immigrated, changed, and then lived on here while it died out back in the British Isles. 

Similar: blue - fight or argue ("She was having a blue with her husband.")

Extra: The Scottish word "stooshie," carrying a similar definition, might come from the Aussie "stoush."

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