Archive for January 7th, 2015

Fuck Radical Islamists

Wednesday, January 7th, 2015

suis(I Am Charlie. ‘Charlie’ is the satirical magazine which lampoons religions and was attacked today.)

Religious maniacs will NEVER destroy freedom of speech.

Je Suis Charlie:  https://www.google.com

Crowded Skies Of Day And Night Flights

Wednesday, January 7th, 2015

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http://www.FlightAware.com

Deep Inside Big Bird

Wednesday, January 7th, 2015

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Big Bird:  https://www.google.com/

There IS Someone For Everyone

Wednesday, January 7th, 2015

Remember Paul Karason, the 59-year old man from Oregon who turned Blue? He had a bad case of bad skin (although I now suspect that may have been the least of his worries). For a cure, he started drinking colloidal silver. Where he got this idea is unclear but one suspects it was not recommended by the FDA.

Mr. Karason persistently drank his potion for over 10-years turning a deep shade of blue. I probably would have asked him to stop at a powder blue – but he probably wouldn’t have listened. Also, there wasn’t a Mrs. Karason around because who wants a spouse who’s always blue?

Anyway, I’ve thought of Mr. K. quite often since I saw the story. He continued to drink colloidal silver and I continued to worry about him finding a soulmate – until yesterday.

Yesterday I read about a young woman who wanted to be Orange.  This lady, (let’s call her “O”) read that humans can turn orange if they eat excessive amounts of carotene. So “O” immediately started eating carrots ONLY – for 30-days. And, yes, she DID turn orange!

Now no one (except me) has suggested these two might consider a romantic liaison – but why not!? They certainly have enough in common to color each other’s world. So what’s the problem? Children?

Well I’ve played with a color chart  based on my extensive knowledge of genetics. The skin color with which I came up is kind of a brownish-mauve – not a bad color for kids. Maybe after a few generations, there would be a new mixed breed of people called Mauvottos.

Or, because I thought of the idea, I would be honored if the new offspring were called Paolottos.

Paul died a few years after this article was written.  No word on the romance.  Read more:  http://www.today.com/health/