Theoretically, penises have higher bandwidth than cable modems, apparently.

Surely one would also have to consider throughput, latency and other information theory preoccupations. You may get a burst capacity of 78 Mbs over 5 seconds, but how many ejaculations can the average man reasonably be expected to have over a period of, say, one week? I would suggest that even with a John Holmes type, the cable modem will win out in terms of throughput over a sustained period.

All i have to say is... Wow, Imagine a Beowul.. ahh sorry wrong board.

Mourning is always a selfish act. It's not a gesture on the part of the dead. Mourning is for the purpose of the living, so that we feel better about those we've lost and about our own mortality. Someday we're gonna join them, be it in an afterlife or in oblivion, and we give others whom we cared for in life as good a sendoff as we can, in hopes that others will do the same for us when our time comes.

A very good quote from ZachsMind on Metafilter today.

I often times am tempted to blame my high anxiety levels on the type of educational enviroment I grew up in.I was an exceptionally bright child with an exceptionally mature interest in science, yet at the same time i struggled with things that were considered basic and fundamental skills. While my Science grades soared, my reading and math grades lagged painfully behind, to the point that I spent an entire summer home schooling in reading to catch up to grade level between third and fouth grade.
The dycotomy between being intelegent yet being subaverage was a major stressor in my early educational life, there is no denying that. At the same time I had people saying how intelegent and bright I was, I had the constant reminder of poor grades in reading and math, and the stigma that went with it.
There was no joy greater in my early life than fifth grade when I made four terms worth of A's, and the pride that I felt was a mirror of what my parents and teachers felt for me finally. This was the realization, the actualization of everything that I knew those others who were always doing better than me in certian fields must constantly have.
Yet no matter how I tried, I could never quite attain that again.
That has become especially true in college. I admit, I do not work nearly as hard as I should on my classes. I am slack about my reading, slack about studying for exams, and slack about my attentiveness in class. But that is a byproduct of a feeling I have come to find deeply seated in my heart. In some cases, no matter how hard I study, there are things I cannot acheive at the same level as others. It is simply the nature of who I am.
I will always do better on anylitical questions than rote responce - as I am fond of saying "I cannot justify a bubble". Yet I find myself drawn still to science, a world of facts and figgures. And this I do not understand.

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Where am I going with this? Ok, yes yes, I will get to the point.
Point: Taking Astronomy this semester is making me realize how weak my mathematics really are in comparison to my raw anylitical skills. I can derive answers to problems logically where most would turn to numbers. Yet when faced with the numbers I choak and cannot find the same solution. It is frustrating in a way I cannot explain.
Point: Taking Anthropology this semester, I realize I do have a true love for experamentation. My mind is constantly asking the what if questions of evolution, searching for the answers to the why and why not of our existing physiological design. Too, I am making connections where it seems many antropologits have missed between other animals beyond mammals.

A Hobbit Conspiracy

I wish I could make up news like this. Oh god.

Must control... fangirl yaoi tendancies... must not say.. evil joke that came to mind...

Oh fuck it.

This gives strangely attracted to Frodo a whole new meaning.

Ok I'm sorry... im sorry... god im so bad....

"Another glorious chapter of Klingon history. Tell me, do they still sing songs of the great Tribble hunt?"
- Odo

With no real good way to segway between what i usually post and the seriousness of the weekend, all I can say is this.

Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione.
Da mihi porco amictum!

Bonus points for those who translate those two phrases.
Extra bonus points for those who can make them seem coherant together.

William Gibson
"Broken up and vanished. In the sky over Nacogdoches County. And I’m sad all the way back to the little boy with his stiff black book and his Bonestell rockets."

Neil Gainman
"It started out like a streak of orange flame, and then, as it rose, it burned bluer and brighter than anything I'd ever seen -- the nursery rhyme line "like a diamond in the sky" suddenly had meaning, a huge, blazing, blue-white diamond of flame.."

And this I rememberd from a wonderful collection of Japanese Death Poems. Maybe, maybe a fitting memorial can be found.
Tsumimono ya
nakute jodo e
tsuki no fune

(Cargoless,
bound heavenward,
ship of the moon)
-Dohaku

And of course:
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
-Pink Floyd, Learning To Fly

Too much Bowie and CNN.
Metafilter seaping into my brain.

laurel clark: "There were roses in there, and they had been buds, and they had opened up to bloom," she said, "and it was so, so magical to have roses growing in our laboratory in space."

And now... remains have been found, with a charred NASA patch. If that thing isnt in the Smithsonian tomorrow, I will be upset.

Buzz Aldrin captured it this morning. He tried to read a poem about astronauts on television. He read these words: "As they passed from us to glory, riding fire in the sky." And tough old Buzz, steely-eyed rocket man and veteran of the moon, began to weep.