Interested in an appetizer? Have a bloody Caesar!
Happy day of Týr!
I almost always wear socks, because my feet are always cold (which, surely, indicates a good medical condition), but this week it’s so hot I’m going barefoot.
The more I look at my toes, the more I feel like a fucking alien. Why do my walking pads have fingers? My second toes are 2/3 the length of my pinkies, and longer than some of my wife’s fingers.
Speaking of fingers, why do we call it a “high five” when there are ten fingers involved? Is it because “high ten” sounds like “heighten,” and we expect the situation to elevate?
Probably. Avoid fights by never saying “high ten.”
They’re weirder than hooves for sure.. but also a little easier to clean.
Poor Magna-Poodle. I was wondering how the magnetism worked, it can’t be that the blood’s iron is magnetized iron, because then it couldn’t be oxidized… and we see it’s still red. It’s a mystery for Dr. House now. Doghouse.
Huh. If you assume its bones are magnets, that would have to mess with its blood flow. But how far does your blood ever go from your bones?
If anything, it might keep the blood from escaping the marrow in the bones. Then the bones would burst from excess (I don’t know that this can’t happen, so I’m assuming it would. That’s what smart people do).
So I guess Magna-Poodle’s magnetism is like Superman’s muscles: Unexplainable. Think about it: If nothing on Earth can harm Superman, how did he get such big muscles? You gain muscle mass by working against weight, which tears down muscle tissue, causing it to regrow stronger. What could possibly tear his muscle tissue? Superman should be a skinny-ass mofo like me.
I hope blood cells do stray very far but always come back home to greet their folks before dying in 4 months.
It would be interesting to see a version of Superman who gets really shrimpylooking after a stretch of peace, where no giant crazy space villains show up for him to flex against. Maybe Star Labs would hook him up with a heavy gravity machine to work out in. In fact let’s just watch DBZ.
This one feels more inscrutable than usual. I have no idea why, it just does.
Huh. I thought it was really straightforward. Magnetic dog gets pulled into truck; driver doesn’t want to stop; passenger becomes infatuated with a clothesline; the knight saves the princess; it was his sled.
But as the author, I am dead, so send flowers.