Scariest photo on Yahoo news

Don’t worry, it did not turn out, as I first feared, to be a photo from a story on further cloning/DNA experiments in South Korea. It was about religion.

Battlestar Galactica Wiki on the Final Five

The "Final Five" stuff got me confused while watching the last eps of Battlestar Galactica last night. So, being the nerd I am, I had to look it up.

what’s the chinese character for “I should never post my thoughts on the internet”?

My Petite Asian Flower… – m4w – 38

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Reply to: pers-303010637@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-03-30,  7:53AM CDT

I saw you and my life as I knew it changed forever…

You smiled, and your vision was burned into my memory forever. You are
just a little thing – I’m guessing somewhere between size 0 – 4. I just
wanted to come over and hug you tightly in my strong arms.You didn’t
see me – although I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. I hope that you
at least felt me … as a warm feeling of protection and comfort. I
appreciated everything about you; the way you dress, your casual yet
confidant presence, your old soul eyes seemed to know me forever and
possess both the strength of one who has seen it all, and the
loneliness of someone who awaits her true soul mate as well. Can it be?
Can you be her? Can I be "him"? We were less than 20 feet apart, and it
felt that we were one… I almost felt that our spirits, our inner
beings, were hopelessly intertwined. What has happened ? I’ve never
felt this way about anybody. Every atom in my body says that this is
right – yet we haven’t even met yet. Why must this happen? Why must I
feel loss before even feeling that I know you? This is not fair …I
was raised to repress such emotions, yet when I saw you, all I felt
were emotions. Quitely, and confidently, I said to myself that I knew
you would like me – most women do… and the reality is that as of now,
no other woman will ever matter. I knew instantly that no matter what
you said or did from the moment my eyes were upon you, that if I am
cast into a dark blindness, and never see again, I will truly know
beauty. I wasn’t brave enough to say hello – nor was it exactly
appropriate for me to do so as a complete stranger. I quite probably
missed my one true hope for eternal happiness. Unless one day, through
the grace of God himself, we find each other and connect – as I feel we
will … and live happily ever after… this is wish, my dream, nay -
my prayer. Know that I know you exist, I may truly feel alone. Save
me…

Forever yours,

Not-a-stalker

The Wee-Bey Theory

I like that the theory that Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, who confessed to planning 32 terrorist attacks, is just taking the fall for his co-horts, is being called "the Wee-Bey Theory" on the internet, after the fictional character Wee-Bey from HBO’s show the Wire (aka Best Show On Televison).

“My nightmare: the guy whose bathroom didn’t have a door.”

These dating "horror" reader comments in the nytimes were fun to read.

Lou Reed will choke a nerd

"Latrell Sprewell’s got that burning thing. You have to think
about choking the coach. Well, you know, you’re a grown man, guy’s
standing there screaming at ya … Every guy makes mistakes. I’ll speak
for myself: I could be in that position. It would take me one second,
where I could be in a situation like that." -Esquire mag’s What I’ve Learned

HOT SUMMER NIGHTS, OLD TOYS, NEW TRICKS. A COMING-OF-AGE MEMOIR.

Her only other approach to puberty was to hand me books with goofy, well-meaning titles like What Is Happening to Me?
Another book (about reproduction) showed a yellow male canary riding a
female, wings a-flapping. Very illuminating. But nothing explained why
I couldn’t sleep at night; why the heat was driving me nuts; why I was
so fascinated with my body. The only book that conceivably could have
helped would have been a graphic novel called Why Am I Driven to Dancing on a Roof in a Skimpy Black Flamenco Dress in Broad Daylight and a High Wind?

Gidieon Clark, inventor of the Weightloss Mustache

Salsa Injection System 1.0

I love burritos, but I hate having to unwrap them to add the salsa/hot sauce, since I can’t seem to get them as tightly rolled and neat as the cooks who make them for me. So I invented the salasa injection system. It’s pretty much a ketchup packet with a tip at the end that you can insert into one end of your burrito and squeeze. I know this won’t work for places that make their own salsa but I believe with all the research money you will send me, I can solve that problem as well. It’s also bluetooth compatible.

Easy Reader, that’s my name

Morgan Freeman and Rita Moreno on the Electric Company.