Category Archives: Humor
Time Travelers
A search of the Internet for them comes up empty.
Remember, though, absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.
[Update a few minutes later]
Related: If a time traveler encountered a smart phone.
The Peter Principle
Could it explain the Fermi paradox?
Eco-Warriors Frozen In Global Warming
Mark Steyn’s take on the intrepid explorers:
…you’d have to have a heart as cold and unmovable as Commonwealth Bay ice not to be howling with laughter at the exquisite symbolic perfection of the Australasian Antarctic Expedition ‘stuck in our own experiment’, as they put it. I confess I was hoping it might all drag on a bit longer and the cultists of the ecopalypse would find themselves drawing straws as to which of their number would be first on the roasting spit. On Douglas Mawson’s original voyage, he and his surviving comrade wound up having to eat their dogs. I’m not sure there were any on this expedition, so they’d probably have to make do with the Guardian reporters. Forced to wait a year to be rescued, Sir Douglas later recalled, ‘Several of my toes commenced to blacken and fester near the tips.’ Now there’s a man who’s serious about reducing his footprint.
But alas, eating one’s shipmates and watching one’s extremities drop off one by one is not a part of today’s high-end eco-doom tourism. Instead, the ice-locked warmists uploaded chipper selfies to YouTube, as well as a self-composed New Year singalong of such hearty un-self-awareness that it enraged even such party-line climate alarmists as Andrew Revkin, the plonkingly earnest enviro-blogger of the New York Times. A mere six weeks ago, pumping out the usual boosterism, the Australian Broadcasting Corporation reported that, had Captain Scott picked his team as carefully as Professor Chris Turney, he would have survived. Sadly, we’ll never know — although I’ll bet Captain Oates would have been doing his ‘I am going out. I may be some time’ line about eight bars into that New Year number.
Unlike Scott, Amundsen and Mawson, Professor Turney took his wife and kids along for the ride. And his scientists were outnumbered by wealthy tourists paying top dollar for the privilege of cruising the end of the world. In today’s niche-market travel industry, the Antarctic is a veritable Club Dread for upscale ecopalyptics: think globally, cruise icily. The year before the Akademik Shokalskiy set sail, as part of Al Gore’s ‘Living On Thin Ice’ campaign (please, no tittering; it’s so puerile; every professor of climatology knows that the thickest ice ever is a clear sign of thin ice, because as the oceans warm, glaciers break off the Himalayas and are carried by El Ninja down the Gore Stream past the Cape of Good Horn where they merge into the melting ice sheet, named after the awareness-raising rapper Ice Sheet…
There’s more.
The Battle Of Southeast Alabama
Joel Achenbach, on weather events and the mythical national championship.
V8
So, it wasn’t just me:
I found the stuff revolting, because it was like drinking cold tomato soup.
…It had great brand awareness when I was growing up, thanks to the constant barrage of ads featuring people who had, for some reason, forgotten to avail themselves of a V8, and remonstrated themselves by slamming their palms into their foreheads.
Not even this made me want some.
Me, neither.
Tort Envy
Heh. I hadn’t noticed this post when Stacy McCain hit my tip jar the other day.
Happy New Year
And good riddance to 2013. Let’s hope that it won’t have turned out to be an average year — worse than the one before, better than the coming one.
One good thing about it, though. It’s the year that defiance of the State became cool.
[Update a while later, watching a rerun of the Rose Parade]
That was the year that was — Dave Barry summarizes the suckitude of the past twelve months. We laugh so we don’t cry.
Stuck In The Non-Existent Ice
As I noted on Twitter yesterday, you’d have to have a heart of stone to not laugh out loud at this.
Also:
They should demand a solar-powered chopper, or martyr selves. MT @ClimateDepot: Alarmists in Antarctica'll probably be saved by helicopter.
— Rand Simberg (@Simberg_Space) December 30, 2013
As a commenter there notes, irony, like revenge, is a dish best served cold. Very cold.
Bad Sex In Fiction
The award winners. I agree with the judges on the worst one. (NSFW)