A German nightclub says it has doubled its turnover and reduced the level of violence after it started using naked women as bouncers.
(Link from Thomas Knapp’s Rational Review News Digest.)
Found in the Archives, a continuing irregular series.
I wrote on 2002 Jan 07:
If I had twins, I’d be tempted to name them Kevin and Eugene (or Melissa and Deborah), rough translations of each other.
And on 2002 Jan 19:
This morning I dreamt I was in a con[vention] hotel and overheard someone’s television. “Gentlemen! You mustn’t fight in the Sun Room!” The Brigadier from Doctor Who said, “Did you hear that, Sergeant Benton?” “Yes sir. But somehow I was expecting something else.” “Same here, though I can’t think why.” —Which of course is a parody of a gag from Cerebus.
There’s a similar gag in Astérix chez les Helvètes.
JoAnne Schmitz relayed this on 2002 Jan 10:
LotR film sequel name-suggestions
Compiled from rec.arts.sf.written, thanks to Simon:
- Merry and Pippin’s Bogus Journey
- There’s Something About Dernhelm
- Dude, Where’s My Ring?
- Frodo Baggins and the Sorcerer’s Ring
- Orcs, Inc.
- Ring’s Nine
- Mission: Impossible III
- Meet the Ringwraiths
- X-Hobbits
- Crouching Ringwraith, Hidden Hobbit
- O Hobbit, Where Art Thou?
- Hobbit Run
- Sauron’s “Angels”
- Mission to Mordor
- What Wizards’s Want
- Orc Ugly
- Battlefield Mordor
- Remember the Hobbits
- Big Sauron’s House
- Dr. S and the Hobbits
- The Truth about Elves and Dwarves
- Saving Private Baggins
- Survivor: Mordor
- Orcz
- The Invisible Hobbit
- Gone with the Ring
- There’s a Troll in my Soup
- Raiders of the Lost Ring
- Strictly Balrog
Hey Hillary, it could be worse:
Scotland now spends more of its national income on health than any other country in the developed world. While this has led to higher hospital staffing levels, Scotland’s life expectancy remains the lowest in Europe.
(Link from David Farrer (Freedom and Whisky))
What does it mean if my fingernails are weaker than they were? They bend more often, and yesterday I tore one without noticing.
I moved some boxes out of the garage (where they have sat for two years) and found some books inside. Yesterday I finished reading The Spirit Ring (1992), the first non-Barrayar novel by Lois McMaster Bujold. I don’t know why I bounced off it the first time; it’s quite good. [Later: Indeed I liked it better than her second non-Barrayar novel, The Curse of Chalion.] Then I started Monument (1974) by Lloyd Biggle; I dimly remember reading it long ago but probably the short version (1961).
I dreamed that my housemate told me I stink of “egg rinds”. I woke and asked her whether that meant anything, and she expressed incomprehension. Then I woke from that epi-dream and asked her again, with the same result. Eventually I woke from the epi-epi-dream into the level of reality in which I’m writing this, and we shared a chuckle.