Hermaphroditic deer with 7 legs `tasty'

Wisconsin hunter bags odd beast with pickup in driveway, eats it.

What's there to say ?

A Chez Watt is "an informal monthly 'award' by the denizens of the talk.origins news group... It is dedicated to highlighting the humorous things posted to t.o. (intentionally or not)."

I will quote some:

• [the best use of ellipses ever]
  "...Luke... ..I am.your... ..father...".
  -Colossians 4 :14, Genesis 27:31, Genesis 2:24

• Wow, You couldn't get a clue if you were drenched in clue pheromones, dancing in a clue field in the middle of clue mating season, wearing a clue suit, and shouting, "Clooo! Cloooo!
• Staggering, your intellect. And then clinging to a lamppost.
• We could be 100% ape and we still wouldn't be apes.
• You should realize Usenet is a strange reality where you see people beating up a patch of grass where nine years ago there used to be a horse.
• SETI is based on the simple assumption that nature operates elsewhere the same way it does here. ID is based on the assumption that nature doesn't even work here.
• chance? Is probability and statistics based on chance?

There are many more, and I only quoted the short ones. Good geeky fun.

Found at the wonderfully blasphemous Pharyngula, for which you should go vote, now.

Mr Snow, it's time for your close-up.

Finally, we have vanquished that bloodthirsty terror of the murky depths: the horrific, hated white dolphin. It is now extinct.

Yay

Over at WorldNut Daily, in between stories about how soy makes you gay, ads for gold bullion, keychain radiation detectors (Nukalert!), and books that tell us why good Christians should bring guns to church, you can watch Chuck Norris as he kicks the crap out of his practice dummies! Here he goes after the one he calls "ACLU" - in this scenario, "ACLU" is dressed-up as the Supreme Commander of the forces of the Axis of Anti-Christmas:

WorldNetDaily: ACLU: The Abolishing Christian Legacy Union
....
''J'' to the rescue!

Thank God for organizations which are fighting against the censoring of Christianity and Christmas, like the ADF, The Thomas More Law Center and The American Center for Law and Justice (ACLJ).

The ACLJ has a great ''Christmas Resource Center'' where one can find information sheets on what is permissible in public displays of Christmas and how students can properly express their religious beliefs in school during this Christmas season.

I don't know if it was intentional, but I find it interesting that the only letter distinguishing the acronym of the ACLU and the ACLJ is the letter ''J,'' which stands for ''Justice.''

To me, it also stands for ''Jesus,'' without whom there would be no Christmas at all.

J can also stand for "Joint", as in "someone get this guy a Joint; he's gone fucking crazy". It can also stand for "Jackass", and "Jerk", as in "that Jackass sounds like a total Jerk," just for example... not that I'd call Chuck Norris anything like that, of course.

Here, Chuck discusses the "Chuck Norris Facts" lists that were funny about a year ago:

Alleged Chuck Norris Fact: "There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of creatures Chuck Norris has allowed to live." It's funny. It's cute. But here's what I really think about the theory of evolution: It's not real. It is not the way we got here. In fact, the life you see on this planet is really just a list of creatures God has allowed to live. We are not creations of random chance. We are not accidents. There is a God, a Creator, who made you and me. We were made in His image, which separates us from all other creatures.

Poor Chimpanzees.... God only made them 98.5% in his image. God must hate chimpanzees.

...it is not a `war on terror.' Terror is a weapon of choice for extremists who are trying to destabilize regimes and [through] a small group of clerics, impose their dark vision on all the people they can control. So `war on terror' is a problem for me.

Oh, so now you tell us ? Thanks Don.

What the hell...

1. Neutral Milk Hotel - Ghost
2. Talking Heads - New Feeling (live)
3. Blonde Redhead - Oh James
4. Led Zeppelin - The Rover
5. Stereolab - Motoroller Scalatron
6. The Raconteurs - Broken Boy Soldiers
7. Miles Davis - Bluing
8. Fleetwood Mac - Blue Letter
9. The Beatles - Here Comes The Sun
10. Mercury Rev- Opus 40. I hate Mercury Rev.

Let the week begin.

Here's my entry into TBogg's Victor Davis I Was A Teenaged Classicist Hanson Blog Post

Fellow Fifthies, a crisis has gained our position. While not yet a catastrophe, it could come as a loss of confidence of the spirit to hear the news. Nonetheless. No secret kept among friends leads to brave warriors on the field. So I will tell you. We've struggled these many weeks to build a vast fund, intended to be spent bolstering our communal - in the original, joyous sense of the word, not pace the recent Marxist corruption - spirits by purchasing a quantity of ale for all who freely contributed to the great bronze Montefortino helmet we established for this purpose, which sat next to the microwave, by the foosball table. A celebration of our accomplishments, and our decades of fine Fifthie heritage, at the end of the current semester was to be our reward. But our noble plan was not to be; the hard-won and freely-given money with which this sustaining and celebratory ale was to be purchased has gone missing. And, though this additional information delivers a blow which will stay imprinted on our souls, in eternal shame, I feel I must tell you: I am certain it was taken by someone on the fourth floor, a clever burglar - in the words of Chang Tzu, "with great knowledge comes the great thief". But, not clever enough. No! For we know his purpose and we will work his plan against him. My fellow Fifthies, this is not the time for despair or malaise, for we shall turn his malice against us into unwitting benevolence towards us. With the advantage of elevation, I can see them out my window now, stealing their purchase our way - wheeling the keg towards the elevator that serves us all. Here is his downfall: as soon as the elevator starts, we will press the Up button! And when the elevator stops here, on its way to the fourth floor, noble Fifthies, we shall apprehend the thief and his misbegotten goods! Yes! Raise your soon-filled Solo cups high! The time approaches when his treachery will have turned Fortune's wheel and made him not our malefactor, but our delivery boy! So, now bravest Moose, press the Up button, and when the door opens, you and Bulldog grab him! I'll be waiting to chide him roundly. We shall prevail.

Alas, my tale of heroic valor was not to be the winner. Sad though that is, I must admit, the winning entry is truly the superior entry.

Yahoo News

He just keeps on going. Irv Gordon, Volvo's "Two Million Mile Man," just became the "Four Million Kilometer Man," breaking the four million kilometer barrier in the same shiny red 1966 Volvo P1800 he has been driving for more than 40 years.

Sixty-four-year-old retired science teacher and Long Island native Irv Gordon made history in 2002 when he reached a milestone no other individual had ever accomplished in more than 100 years of the automobile: driving two million miles in the same vehicle. He continues to break records with his latest one-car feat.

wow.

Just finished Jimmy McDonough's biography of Neil Young, Shakey. It's an encyclopedic look at Young's entire life, from his schoolboy days and his coffeeshop years in Canada, through the Buffalo Springfield days, the CSNY days, his 70's high points, his 80's low points, his return in the early 90's as the "godfather of grunge", up to the late 90's. McDonough hung out with Young and his associates for years, building up the interviews for the book - its depth is pretty amazing.

Now, I'm not a huge Neil Young fan. I own a few albums of his which I can listen to from time to time, and Live Rust made #69 on my all-time list, this year. But I don't think he's essential, like The Beatles, or Pavement. A lot of that has to do with his temperament: he's one of those artists who isn't afraid to release an album full of stuff he knows people, even his die hard fans, and his record company, aren't going to like - he makes the music that he wants to, in the way he wants to. And even his better albums have a lot of stuff I can't stand. But, he's also capable of greatness, so sometimes it's worth wading through the crap. And as the subject of a book, he's great. Young's been involved in so many things over the years that the book is almost of a history of rock: before he moved to LA, he was in Canada playing the coffee shop circuit with people like Joni Mitchell and Steven Stills, he even did a bit with Rick James before his Super Freak days; then he goes to LA and starts Buffalo Springfield, joins Crosby, Stills and Nash (whose music the author despises, and never misses a chance to tell us), plays gigs and makes a movie with Devo, records with Nicolette Larson and Linda Ronstadt, hangs out with Willie Nelson, starts Farm Aid, brings Sonic Youth on tour (I saw that show in Buffalo), records with Pearl Jam, all while doing his own stuff, which ranges from the folky acoustic stuff everyone knows (Heart Of Gold, etc) to the two-fisted rock stuff everyone knows (Cinnamon Girl, Rockin in the Free World, etc) to straight-up country, to experimental electronic stuff, to rockabilly, doo-wop, to collages of noise. Whew. The guy's a machine.

And even without the music, the guy's a character: single-minded, but prone to changing his mind abruptly, without warning or concern for the effect his decisions have on other people; he's perfectly comfortable walking away from large undertakings: ex. leaving a CSNY tour by just driving away one day without telling anyone. He's almost fanatical about doing the things he wants to do exactly the way he wants, when he wants - and any deviation is likely to bring a cyclone of rage onto whichever poor guy he decides is to blame. He's like the world's worst boss: capricious, controlling, short-tempered and a micro-manager - or, at least that's the way the author describes him.

McDonough often makes Young sound like a monster, but at the same time he also obviously respects the hell out of him. So, I sometimes felt the author must have forgotten to tell us about the things that people find endearing about Young (besides his talent, fame and money). Nonetheless, it's a fascinating book.