Pig Fucking. Yeah, You Read That Right.

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Check out this year’s list of Ig Nobel winners here. My favourite is the economics prize, which went to the inventor of “an alarm clock that runs away and hides when it goes off.”

Breaking news: veteran UK broadcaster David Frost has joined Al Jazeera! I predict the Arab network will be globally bigger than CNN in 5 years.

Calculate your life expectancy. I’m going to live to a measly 70. I’m more than halfway done, folks. On a bright spring morning in 2038 I will download my last porn clip and join the great Hall of Perverts in the sky.

Thanks to Mischa for his horse-fucking link yesterday. I follow it up today with a pig-fucking link. I wish to reiterate that these links and this topic are not placed here for reasons of titillation, but rather as exemplars of my thesis that there is an increased prevalence of reports of bestial sex in the media, the reasons for which I can only theorize.

Last night I was privileged to see sitar maestro Ravi Shankar in concert at the National Arts Centre in Ottawa. Ravi is getting on in years and he seemed so very frail. Even to naive ears, it was obvious that he made a few mistakes. And to more trained ears, the mistakes were more frequent. His daughter Anoushka, a technical marvel, more than made up for the main man’s faltering, though. Regardless, it was great to see a legend before he shuffles off the great ashram in the sky (which, I’m told, is nowhere near the the great Hall of Perverts).

Tonight the Milan book club is meeting at my place in Ottawa. Instead of reading a book, we’re going to watch the movie version of Rudyard Kipling’s kim. All are welcome, even if you’ve never attended before. If you want to come, email me.

Happy birthday to Julie G. and Anju G. No, they’re not related.