Archive for December, 2009

Jesus, explained by Venn diagram (!)

Posted in Uncategorized on December 26, 2009 by Steve

Silly? Probably…

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Comtinued Cosmic Thoughts!

Posted in Uncategorized on December 26, 2009 by Steve

The Known Universe.

Wow.

Cosmic Thoughts

Posted in Uncategorized on December 26, 2009 by Steve

Frustrated with another SPL weekend ruined by weather (though, on the plus side, the referees can’t send any Aberdeen players off), I decided to trawl the ‘net.

The Hubble Telescope site has some new photos of 30 Doradus, it’s “only” 180,000 light-years from earth and, beng a small galaxy, “only” consists of about 10 billion stars.

Pretty amazing, to see the universe, considered to be 14 billion years old, is still growing.

Shameless nostalgia!

Posted in Uncategorized on December 10, 2009 by Steve

Football Focus Special, from 1983.

Copehagen

Posted in Uncategorized on December 10, 2009 by Steve

I hold out no hope for the current summit on climate change (no longer called global warming, as an aid to helping idiots understand). Anyway, if you need to argue with a blinkered idiot about climate change (or are, indeed said blinkered idiot), please make use of this wonderful site. I highly recommend it.

Even hard nosed spin doctors and scientists agree something needs to be done.

A mug’s game?

Posted in Uncategorized on December 10, 2009 by Steve

The story of Jesus (it had to be bloody Jesus, didn’t it?) Leonardo, reformed gambler and $45,000 a year scrounger.

He does better at the bookies than anyone I know…

That bloke! Knew he was nuts!

Posted in Uncategorized on December 4, 2009 by Steve

If, like me, you hate idiots with signs at events (along with birds who get on their boyfriend’s shoulders, usually in front of me, but that’s a whole other discussion*), will know all about the John 3:16 sign and the trend for quoting bible passages on their public written outbursts. Now, I’m not religious but I bet that these folk are as big an embarrassment to those who are.

Whatever side you’re on, this story will come as no surprise.

* – Seriously, though! What kind of relationship psychology leads a guy to let his girl literally trample him, get herself on top of him (to the inconvenience of everyone around who have also paid to get into the gig) so that she can be seen by the band? Even if she doesn’t get her tits out for them, she’s sitting on your head and trying to get their attention! You probably paid for her ticket, as well. Where’s the equality in your relationship, pal?

Guys, if your Mrs. demands you do that for her, dump the fucking cunt. Now. You’ll thank me later…