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If you would, check out yesterday’s Devil’s Panties.

The leaders of the drones rose up and called for a change in the social order: no more queens! The queen, Hymenoptera, took this in stride. First, it was only the drones, which might live or die for all that anybody cared, if only they mated when they ought. Second, She was just as glad

If you could make a machine to do anything, straight out of dreams if necessary, what would it be? It must do something, that is, it cannot “make world peace” — but it might make a pill that caused the people who took it to be unable to resolve a conflict with violence for the

selcouth (SEL-kooth) adjective Strange; unusual; marvelous. [From Middle English, from Old English seldcuth, from seldan (seldom) +cuth (known), from cunnan (to know).] -Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)

Okay, here’s the story: one day, somebody screwed up a cake. Oh, no! Then, suddenly, inspiration hit. Add pudding to broken cake pieces, decorate with fruit… Voila! The trifle was born. I’ve been trying to figure out a birthday dessert to make for someone at work. When I asked her, she said her favorite dessert

Dark Chocolate, 72% Cocoa. …Is Russian dark chocolate, nyet? This has got to be the creamiest dark chocolate I’ve ever tasted. At first, I didn’t care for it. Dark chocolate shouldn’t remind you of…not dark chocolate. Very rich, but no bite to it, well, relatively speaking. But then I tried it again, and I had

My father used to call me Pixie Poo. I can’t believe I’m old enough that that doesn’t embarrass me anymore…ah, adolescence 🙂 What type of Fae are you? (via Dave and BD.)

(A Fable of Project Management) So one day Hugin & Munin* are sitting on Odin’s shoulders, digesting corpses and crapping down Odin’s back, when Hugin turns to Munin and says, “Why does it take you so Garmr-awful long to remember the most trivial of things?” Munin snaps his beak at this. “So long? So long?

I cried. At first, he just looked dead. Then I noticed they’d left his laugh lines in place, and he looked like himself. And then I cried some more. Bob came in, and we talked until I was laughing as much as I was crying…after a while, Bob said he had to go to a

If you don’t go to midnight mass on Christmas eve, the trolls will come and steal you away. Or else, you are a troll yourself. This even applies to shepherds who had to keep watch over the sheep (apparently it’s impossible for a heathen to become a shepherd, as they’re a consistently pious bunch). I